Chapter 572 Is She Nervous? She Is Nervous

Shooting competitions are different from swimming and track and field competitions.

The latter places the strongest players on the middle two tracks, so that the middle track rises and the side tracks gradually fall behind, overlooking the entire swimming pool or track and field, forming a beautiful triangle or semi-ellipse.

As for the shooting class, there is no such thing.

The ones in the front are the players with the strongest scores.

Because in some shooting competitions, after the first player finishes shooting, it is the turn of the second player to start, and so on.

On the shooting range, the best fighters deserve the privilege of being the first to shoot.

Therefore, the strong come first and the weak follow.

Of course, the so-called weak and strong are only judged by the usual training results, or the results of the finalists and group qualifying matches.

In every official competition, the previous record may be refreshed, and a dark horse will appear.

"This guy!"

Seeing her being so rude, Zhong Qiu was also drunk.

"I don't have common sense, but I still have to act in a sports drama, I am convinced!"

【What kind of rice? What did I hear? 】

[Are you talking about Xia Xia? 】

[In the first round of the five archery contestants, only Xia Xia is an actor. She wants to act in a sports-themed drama? ! 】

[Zhongqiu: I accidentally made a big deal out of it! 】

[Now I have a little liking for Zhongqiu again. Go on! Who will my fairy work with this time! 】

[Why do you say she has no common sense? I am not convinced! 】

Netizens immediately chattered, shooting positions for this dissatisfied person.

"How do they know that my Xia Xia won't get the first place?"

In the Luo family villa, Mr. Luo stared at his pitiful speech while being besieged by a bunch of bullet screens.

He rolled up his sleeves and kept complaining.

"Ignorance, you are ignorant!"

"Hey, I don't know the rules of the game?! You know the best?"

"I really haven't seen the world before. Is there anything my Xia Xia can't do!"

Luo Jiaxing supported his forehead, "Dad, concentrate on watching the show, what are you arguing with a group of kids?"

Children indeed.

Luo Yuanchang is gray-haired, and most of the bullet screens can be the age of his grandchildren.

"Why don't you let them respect the old and love the young!?" Luo Yuanchang snorted and continued.

Luo Jiaxing shook his head.

But he focused his gaze on the screen, chose to clear the barrage, and the screen went quiet in an instant.

Mr. Luo was about to reply, but there was no word, "Bastard! Get it back quickly!"

"For the sake of your heart, the doctor said you can't get angry."

"I move a p!"

The two father and son were about to fight.

Xu Yazhi was very helpless, she could only look at the screen, "Look, Xia Xia picked up the bow!"

With one sentence, the two irritable Luo family men were silenced, and they turned their heads to look at the screen seriously.

"This reverse bow, can she move it?"

"Why does it look bigger than her shoulders?"

The two men sighed in distress.

It was like seeing an archery competition for the first time.

Xu Yazhi couldn't laugh or cry, "Dad, look, Xia Xia's expression seems to be full of fighting spirit, so calm and calm, just like when you were young."

She was taken by Xia Bohe recently, and she also learned this kind of casual daily rainbow fart.

Mr. Luo, who was still very angry just now, suddenly smiled like a spring breeze.

"As expected of my granddaughter-in-law!"

"My boy, he's just that good!"

The old man is proud of the spring breeze.

Not to mention, the more you look at Xia Bohe's concentrated expressionless but delicate face, the more Mr. Luo feels like he was when he was young!

"She may be nervous in her heart, but she looks calm and composed, and she can't tell at all. This is the style of a general! Good, good!"

Mr. Luo patted his knee happily.

In a blink of an eye, as soon as he finished speaking, the 'General' swished his bow and fired!

Turn the camera!

Yellow bullseye, right in the middle!

ten rings!

Pretty textbook ten-ring hit!

Mr. Luo: "..."

she nervous?

Be nervous!