Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person - Chapter 142 104: You Bunch of Noob Dogs
Chen Hanzhou remained calm, but he still shot off target, sighing slightly.
“Well, three members of the men’s team are out; the women’s team’s chances look good!” Zhang Su sat on the side, beaming at everyone. It was the happiest moment since the disaster struck.
“It’ll have to be me then!”
Wu Lue took to the field with ambition but retreated dejectedly within less than half a minute. No one was surprised because of his build; even holding the crossbow was a struggle for him.
“Let’s welcome the last hope of the men’s team, language teacher Yuwen to the field!” Zhang Su didn’t care who lost or won, as long as everyone was happy and the crossbow had a destination in the end.
“Well, I’ll do my best…”
Yuwen took the crossbow and weighed it; it was indeed heavy.
The scrawny old man looked like he had no strength, but his hand holding the crossbow was steady. When he placed his head behind the scope, his eyes behind the glasses immediately became sharp!
“An old steed in the stable, aiming for a thousand miles, center!”
With the shout of “center,” Yuwen pulled the trigger—swish, whoosh!
The imagined scene of stone debris flying did not happen; instead, something fell inside the barbershop, indicating that the crossbow arrow had pierced into the air conditioning hole, breaking something inside!
“Holy crap! Old guy, you’re hiding your skills!”
“Old Yu, did you really just guess that?”
“I don’t believe it; it must have been a fluke, doesn’t count!”
“About that…” Yu Qing smiled and said, “There’s something I haven’t told you all: when my dad was young, he was a shooting athlete on the provincial team and even won a silver medal at the National University Games.”
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Hearing this, everyone was stunned, finding it hard to associate Yuwen’s image with that of a shooting champion.
“Sorry for the laugh, just some trivial achievements from my youth, nothing worth mentioning, ha ha ha, nothing worth mentioning at all!”
Yuwen adjusted his glasses; he had used a bow before, which was much more difficult than a crossbow.
Zhang Su clapped lightly, grinning, “So a part of the students in class seven are taught language by a PE teacher?”
“Shooting is just a hobby of mine; my true passion lies in Chinese culture. Thank you, thank you.”
Yuwen humbly handed the crossbow to the first female competitor, Zheng Xinyu.
“Okay, the final score for the men’s team is one point. Even I can’t help but say something: you guys, losing face to an old man… Now it’s the women’s team’s turn!”
Zhang Su first vented, then made a cheering gesture at Zheng Xinyu.
Zheng Xinyu, holding the crossbow, said awkwardly, “It’s so heavy…”
Indeed, the weight of ten pounds was not light, almost as heavy as an AWP rifle. Holding it up single-handedly was a bit challenging for a woman.
However, after having trained for a while in the apocalypse, Zheng Xinyu managed it without much issue, but she still complained as she aimed the crossbow, then launched it with a hey.
“Where’s the arrow?”
Lu Yubo blinked, searching hard; there wasn’t any dust flying nor any movement inside the barbershop. He looked at everyone beside him in confusion.
“Over there…” Zhang Su shook his head, pointing forward. As expected, the “stubborn” Zheng Xinyu wasn’t cut out for long-range combat; “Good Fortune” couldn’t always guarantee a hit.
Everyone looked in the direction Zhang Su pointed, and saw a crossbow arrow stuck in the sign three shops down from the barbershop…
“Chunhua Deli? Look, the arrow Miss Zheng shot is nailed right on the word ‘Chun,’ symbolizing that this long winter is ending and the spring of the era is coming. Good, good omen!”
Yuwen said seriously, nodding continuously.
“Does your dad often flatter the principal?”
Zhang Su secretly asked Yu Qing.
Yu Qing smiled shyly because Zhang Su was right…
“Teacher Yu, stop flattering me; it’s really embarrassing!” Zheng Xinyu, rare to see blushing, hurriedly shoved the crossbow into Zhong Xiaoshan’s arms.
Zhang Su smiled to help Zheng Xinyu out, saying, “The women’s team has one out! Next.”
Zhong Xiaoshan took the crossbow and smiled, “Honestly, I’m not very good either…”
After witnessing Zheng Xinyu’s skill, Zhong Xiaoshan thought it necessary to give everyone a heads-up in advance.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, Nurse Zhong, go ahead. Those who are good at giving shots are usually not bad at shooting arrows either.”
Lu Yubo thanked Zhong Xiaoshan for saving Pei Lan’s arm, praising her endlessly.
Zhong Xiaoshan took a deep breath, mustered her strength to aim and pulled the trigger.
Ping pong!
As predicted, she missed terribly, shooting out the glass on the barbershop’s big door.
“Teacher Yu, what’s the interpretation of that?” Zhang Su pointed across the street and asked.
Yuwen swayed his head: “Break, from the homophonic interpretation ‘safe year after year,’ from a phenomenological perspective, out with the old, in with the new!”
“Good, good, good!” Zhang Su was convinced.
Zhong Xiaoshan stuck her tongue out, too embarrassed to respond, hurriedly handing the crossbow to Tan Huajun.
“Oh dear, it is quite heavy.”
Tan Huajun placed her ever-present calipers to the side, judging the weight manageable. She clumsily loaded the bolt, crooked her neck to aim, and shot it out with a whoosh.
“Huh?!”
“Where’s the arrow?”
“Impressive!”
Just when everyone thought the situation was settled and Yuwen had the victory in hand, a dark horse emerged!
Zhang Su’s eyes lit up, as expected, the bolt Tan Huajun shot went straight through the air conditioning hole, causing plaster to fall from inside the barbershop.
“Wow, Sister Tan, you’re amazing! Bullseye, haha, the women’s team scores one point!”
Zheng Xinyu looked at Tan Huajun admiringly.
After Yuwen’s hidden talents, no one dared to easily laugh at Tan Huajun. People can’t be judged by appearances; who knew what hidden story this robust lady had.
“I, um…” Tan Huajun looked at everyone awkwardly, “I’m not a shooting athlete; I really just guessed it.”
