In the archery area.
Cheng Yang had already recovered from the shock of being beaten by Fu Pei when he threw the shot put. He had changed into an archery suit and was holding his own bow and arrow.
He looked in a certain direction, feeling refreshed.â Fu Pei, what a coincidence. Youâre signing up for archery too?ââ
Fu Pei leaned lazily against a parasol tree. He was only wearing a black sports t-shirt today. The loose design could not hide the young manâs strong body.
He lowered his eyes slightly and caressed the thermos flask that Fu Ting had given him with his well-defined hands as if he was worshipping the most precious treasure in the world. When he heard this, he casually lifted his eyelids and snorted.â Student with kidney deficiency, itâs quite a coincidence.ââ
Cheng Yangâs face turned green and he said coldly,â You just beat me in shot put, whatâs so great about it? That only means that youâre stronger than me. Todayâs archery is a professional competition, do you think you have the capital?ââ
Fu Huihui chimed in,â Fu Pei, you probably donât know this, but Cheng Yang has been learning archery since he was young. Youâre destined to lose to him in todayâs competition.ââ
Fu Pei was in a good mood and did not show any signs of anger. He slowly opened the thermos flask, raised his chin, and took a sip.
His Adamâs apple bobbed, unable to hide his joy. It was the familiar taste of the health soup.
Anger flashed across Cheng Yangâs eyes. He turned around to make a call. A few minutes later, a car drove in, and five or six girls in cheerleading outfits jumped out of the car, holding banners that said,â Go, Cheng Yang!â
âAhhh, Cheng Yang is the best, weâre your number one fans!â
âCheng Yang, we love you, we love watching you shoot arrows!â
âItâs another day where Iâm crying because of Cheng Yangâs charm!â
The commotion was very loud and attracted the attention of everyone present.
Fu Huihui made a surprised expression.â Cheng Yang, are they all fans of your archery?â
âItâs nothing. Itâs just that archery often wins awards. Itâs normal to have fans.â
Cheng Yang pretended to wave at the girls.â Thank you for your support, I wonât let you down.ââ
âI suddenly feel that Cheng Yang is so awesome, it seems like his archery is really good.â
âEven though Cheng Yangâs strength canât compare to Boss Fuâs, heâs really capable!â
âBoss Fu is strong because of his life. Cheng Yang is a rich young master, he canât be compared to him!â
The girls started discussing. Cheng Yang looked at Fu Pei provocatively.â Did you see that? These are all my archery fans. If youâre really capable, why doesnât anyone support you? It seems that the school bully is only so-so!â
As soon as she finished speaking, a warm voice rang out through the broadcasting station, echoing throughout the entire sports field.
âYou on the sports field are the symbol of victory, the praise of youth! Go! To meet the great challenge, go! To be a young man who chased after the wind! Fu Pei!
Youâre the best!â
It was Fu Xiaotingâs voice!
Fu Pei suddenly straightened his back. His eyes, which were covered by a layer of smog, rippled.
Cheng Yangâs face contorted for a moment. The cheerleading scene he had specially created was instantly dwarfed by Fu Tingâs broadcast.
What was wrong with Fu Ting? Didnât she like him? How could she cheer for Fu Pei?
Could it be that he was playing hard to get?
A few minutes later, Fu Tingting ran over from the broadcasting station. The little girl had her hair tied up in two ponytails and was wearing a white t-shirt. The words âFu Pei is the bestâ were sewn on the shirt with colorful wool. The image of her running toward Fu Pei was like a rainbow after a summer rain.â Dad, you have to work hard.ââ
Fu Pei looked at Fu Tingâs big, sparkling eyes. His ears felt hot for some reason, and his fingertips curled up slightly. He could not help but press Fu Tingâs head.
âIdiot.â
Only the little fool would do such a shameful thing.
Fu Ting mumbled,â How am I stupid? I sewed it all night. Isnât it nice?ââ
â Fu Pei,â Cheng Yang said sarcastically,â You only have the ability to order little girls to go to the broadcasting station to support you.ââ
âWhy? Are you jealous?â Fu Pei tilted his head. There was a hint of blood in his eyes, but he was also a little proud of himself. His voice was cold and arrogant.â Iâm jealous that you canât have it.ââ
The match began.
Cheng Yang, whose morale had been greatly reduced, vowed to use the last event to regain his face. He said coldly,â Fu Pei, youâre so confident. Why donât we have a competition? If you lose, Iâll be the school hunk.ââ