Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 342 This is our Hua Country’s archery

Chapter 342: Chapter 342 This is our Hua Country’s archery

Some horses fell in the mud pits and never got up, some remained hesitant before the railings, unwilling to leap over, while others got entangled in the ropes on the ground, rolling down along with the riders on their backs.

In the end, only the silhouettes of a black and a white horse were left on the field.

And the riders on their backs were none other than Daniel and Zhao Lang.

"Go, Daniel, hurry up and knock him down!"

"Come on, Daniel, use your horse to trample him underfoot!"

"Hold on, Daniel, first place is yours for the taking!"

The crowd cheered unquestioningly for Daniel.

After all, Daniel was born into an Earl family, while this Zhao Lang was nothing but a mediocre Hua Country person, unworthy of comparison.

The surrounding cheers ignited Daniel’s blood to boil. He spurred his horse more forcefully, his eyes filled with the red rope that symbolized victory.

He was determined to take first place!

He had to vent his frustration bitterly, right in front of Zhao Lang!

But due to his excessive control, the horse beneath him began to disobey, not only coming to a sudden stop and neighing on the spot but also frantically circling in distress.

Seeing this, Daniel grew even more angry and kicked the horse with the spurs on his heels.

"Damn beast, run, why the hell are you stopping?!"

The horse, already on the verge of rage, was provoked by this assault and reared up, fiercely throwing Daniel off its back and running wild on the field.

The person in charge quickly ordered others to intercept the uncontrollable horse, but they were all sent flying by its charge.

The once spacious lawn was suddenly filled with all sorts of screams as students who were there for the spectacle scattered in all directions, fleeing for their lives.

As the frenzied white horse was about to trample a girl who had accidentally fallen down, Zhao Lang gripped the reins tightly and turned directly towards the white horse.

Then, making use of the momentum from his own horse’s back, he leapt into the air and landed on the white horse, desperately grabbing its reins.

At the critical moment, the white horse was forced to turn its head with Zhao Lang’s prompt action as he quickly lay flat on its back to soothe its mood.

The wild horse gradually calmed down, and as the people nearby hurried to check on the injured girl, they then, without exception, applauded for Zhao Lang.

"Zhao Lang is so cool, his equestrian skills are incredible!"

"Did he just fly? They say Hua Country people know kung fu, and now it seems that’s no lie."

"Wow, he’s so skillful, he tamed the horse just like that. The ten points for this class have to belong to him!"

"So cool, I felt like I saw a Heavenly God just now! Isn’t he way better than that Daniel?!"

"......"

Hearing these words, Daniel, furious, scrambled up from the ground.

"No way, I refuse to accept this!" he clenched his fists and said fiercely, "I was clearly in the lead just now, if it wasn’t for this horse suddenly losing control, first place would have undoubtedly been mine, the teacher said so, only the first one can get the ten points!"

"Is that so?" Zhao Lang said indifferently, "Do you really think your horsemanship surpasses mine?"

"Of course." Daniel snorted coldly, "You lowly Hua Country person, I bet you’ve barely seen a horse in your life, how could your horsemanship possibly be better than mine?"

Zhao Lang’s eyes deepened, then with a light kick against the horse’s side, he spurred the white horse to run across the field.

He bent over to pick up the bow and arrow hanging from the nearby rail, nocking the arrow, drawing the bowstring, all in one fluid motion.

"Whoosh—" the sharp arrowhead sliced through the daylight, flew past Daniel’s hair, and drove straight into the wooden stake behind him.

The arrow’s tip even skewered a fly.

While Zhao Lang was performing all these feats, he even daringly leaped over a mud pit and a fence.

The nimble and fierce poise of his figure stunned the onlookers.

The person in charge was both pleasantly surprised and perplexed as he turned to Zhao Lang, "Your equestrian skills are incredible; have you practiced before?!"

Zhao Lang dismounted, stored his bow and arrow, and then bowed politely to the teacher.

"This is Horseback Shooting, one of the Six Arts, that has been passed down in Hua Country for thousands of years. Since ancient times, every scion of a noble house has been proficient in the Six Arts, and I merely have a slight grasp."

The person in charge clapped appreciatively, "How can this be just a slight grasp? Your equestrian skills are already exquisite; there’s no need to waste time on classes anymore. Rest assured, I will definitely award you the full ten points for this lesson!"

First, Zhao Lang expressed his gratitude to the red-haired professor, then turned his attention back to Daniel, who had been frightened into paralysis on the ground ever since the beginning.

"However, the most outstanding aspect of Hua Country culture isn’t the Six Arts, but the etiquette and morals that run in our blood. We don’t compete with others out of malice, nor do we resort to any means necessary to achieve our goals. I believe this is also the true essence of the motto at Saint Ambrose College."

Daniel’s face turned even paler.

It was as if the arrow had not struck the post but his own head.

Too terrifying, this man was too terrifying.

He had genuinely felt the sound of that sharp arrow tearing through the air above his head, and the arrowhead had fully penetrated the post!

How much strength had he used?

Or the direction he had aimed at while riding!

If his hand had trembled even a little bit, or if he had moved at that moment...

Who on earth was this Hua Country man?!

By the end of the class, Zhao Lang had indeed become a celebrity at Saint Ambrose College.

The story of him riding to the rescue of a classmate and displaying his archery quickly spread to every corner.

The college authorities eventually decided to award him an additional ten points as a reward for his heroic action.

When the responsible professor found him, Zhao Lang was sitting in the corridor reading a book.

The deputy head walked over with narrowed eyes, looking at this young man with boundless potential.

"Zhao Lang, your points have now reached 50. According to the rules of Saint Bisi College, anyone who scores 50 points before midterms can make a request. Do you have any requests? As long as it’s within our power, we will do our best to help you."

Zhao Lang looked up and thought for a moment. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Well, principal, could I have my mobile phone back? I’d like to make a call."

Deputy Head: ?

"Is it just a call? Why not give it some more thought? This opportunity is very precious. Many people would do anything for it. Are you sure you don’t want to ask for something else?"

"I’m sure I don’t want to exchange it." Zhao Lang smiled, "I just want to make a call."

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Jiang Li was preparing to go to sleep when she received the phone call.

She had just neatly placed a book into the bookshelf, and the very next moment, her mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

It was a very unfamiliar number.

Jiang Li had intended to hang up, but inexplicably, she answered the call.

A clear male voice came through the handset—

"Hello? Guess who this is?"