The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 48
Translated by Pure
Edited by Loume
Chapter 48 Wen Yantong's Three Arrows (2)
The servant, who followed behind Chi Jingxi, ran over to pick up all the arrows Chi Jingxi had shot earlier and handed them to Wen Yantong.
Wen Yantong swayed the bow from side to side, then picked up an arrow. Trying to imitate Chi Jingxi's appearance, she placed it on the bow and then slowly raised the bow and arrow together.
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Chi Jingxi's incomparably ‘easy’ movement almost took half of her life. Just pulling the bowstring by a couple centimeters, and her arms already began to sway and shake non-stop.
Chi Jingxi frowned, realizing that the matter was not easy, so he asked, "Have you not eaten? Where's your strength?"
Wen Yantong raised her eyebrows and replied, "Little Marquis, your bow is a tad too heavy."
"You can't even pull the bowstring. What use are your two claws?"
"Arms are not born to shoot arrows." Wen Yantong retorted in a low voice, "I can still use chopsticks just fine."
"It makes sense." Chi Jingxi threatened with a sneer, "If you don't shoot your arrows today, you can walk on crutches tomorrow."
Wen Yantong gulped down a mouthful of saliva and faked a smirk. "Little Marquis really knows how to joke haha."
After she finished speaking, she immediately raised the bow and pulled it hard. The string was pulled half way. It's just that before she could take aim, her hands trembled uncontrollably. Her fingers felt that the feather arrow was about to move, so she couldn't help but let it go.
However, the arrow was not in the proper position, so when it shot out, it touched the bowstring. It landed two meters ahead of her and rolled to the ground. Chi Jingxi looked at the arrow, stopping in front of him; his face showed a shocked expression.
Wen Yantong scratched her head. Seeing Chi Jingxi's face was really bad, she said, "Anyway...it was shot out, wasn't it?"
She had a tough time reading Chi Jingxi’s thoughts. Obviously, the servant standing beside him knew that whatever he was thinking was not good, so he tried to minimize his existence, deeply lowering his head and staring silently at the ground. Wen Yantong felt that this silence was quite terrifying, so she opened her mouth again. "Haha! This bow is really not something that ordinary people can use. It seems that only a person as powerful as Little Marquis can control it."
Chi Jingxi only felt physically and mentally exhausted.
This cripple must have come with the idea of wanting his hind legs torn off.
Just now, when they were exchanging number cards, he shouldn't have stopped him.
Chi Jingxi looked at his right hand and had the urge to slap it twice.
Seeing that he still didn't speak, Wen Yantong was a little scared. "Little Marquis, you're so magnanimous, so don't blame me, okay? I've already shot the arrow, so have mercy on my right leg..."
Chi Jingxi turned to look at her.
This cripple was short and thin. He was so weak that he couldn't even draw a bow. He's the kind of person who wouldn’t be able to get up on the ground with a single punch, so forget beating him up.
Thus, Chi Jingxi turned his head and shouted, "Yang’er."
Mu Yang, who was near them, turned around and looked in their direction. Chi Jingxi waved at him. "Bring your bow over."
Mu Yang obediently came with his bow. "What's the matter, Brother Xi?"
"Give your bow to the cripple."
"But I only have one bow."
"You use mine."
Mu Yang had coveted the mahogany bow of Chi Jingxi for a long time, so he happily took the bow from Wen Yantong. He then glanced at the arrow that fell not far in front of where they were standing and patted her with a smile. "I heard that your first two arrows missed the target. What a master!"
Wen Yantong rolled her eyes. "Okay, don't make fun of me now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took Mu Yang’s bow and arrow. Suddenly, her face froze, and she proceeded to glance at Chi Jingxi quietly, deciding to stop talking.
Chi Jingxi noticed her small movements and said coldly, "Speak."
"...This bow is also very heavy," she said sheepishly.
It’s about the same weight as the mahogany bow okay?!
Chi Jingxi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to Mu Yang. "Go find her a lighter bow."
Mu Yang was also afraid that the mahogany bow in his arms would be taken away, so he ran back and snatched his companion's bow. He weighed it in his hands before running over and handing it to Wen Yantong.
The bow this time was very light, even lighter than the one she used during the martial arts test. Wen Yantong finally smiled with satisfaction after causing a ruckus.
Mu Yang went back to practice with Chi Jingxi’s mahogany bow. His partner, still empty-handed, looked at Mu Yang and the bow eagerly.
Without waiting for Chi Jingxi to speak, Wen Yantong consciously put up an arrow. Just like last time, the arrow was still impatient to come off the bowstring. She thought she had enough strength, and it was Chi Jingxi’s bow that had a problem. However, after letting go, the arrow only flew half the distance before falling to the ground.
Chi Jingxi seemed to have expected this for a long time, his face completely indifferent.
Wen Yantong stood there blankly, taking a breath through her nose that was about to freeze.
"Pull the bowstring." Chi Jingxi's voice became dull, and there seemed to be no anger in it.
When she heard the words, Wen Yantong was in the middle of preparing her third arrow. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Chi Jingxi pick up a feathered arrow, which made her instinctively close her eyes from fright.
Before she could spit out the words in her mouth, she felt her chin itch; a force lifted her chin up.
Wen Yantong opened her eyes and saw that in Chi Jingxi’s hand was the front end of the arrow. The feathers at the tail then tapped her chin and her back before falling hard on her waist, elbows, and legs.
"Straighten your back. The left shoulder is aimed at the target, and the feet are shoulder-width apart. The body should be slightly leaning forward." Chi Jingxi tapped her shoulder. "Always shrinking your head in like a turtle."
Wen Yantong listened to his words and adjusted her posture.
