Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Jing Zhichen’s worries were indeed not unfounded.

A senior standing next to Qin Xin also pulled the bowstring mightily.

He had been cultivating wind-type abilities at the Divine Academy for three years already, achieving a small success.

As the bowstring was pulled, the fierce sound of the wind made people’s eardrums ache, and when his arrow shot through the air, people could even hear the terrifying sound of the air being torn.

”What’s he doing?” Bai Chi couldn’t understand, muttering.

Jing Zhichen said heavily, ”He’s using wind to speed up. Others’ arrows take ten seconds to reach the bullseye; he might settle it in one second. Moreover, he can alter the arrow’s direction mid-flight to ensure it hits the bullseye.”

And of course, he could also alter the direction of other people’s arrows.

Sure enough, after this senior hit the bullseye with one arrow, the arrows of the few people around him were all off.

They were deviated from their original path by his wind power!

But no one dared to complain about him — only blaming themselves for lacking skill, being unable to withstand others’ supernatural interference, what more to say?

This senior, full of ambition, released five more arrows in succession.

Finally, the arrows crowded the bullseye to the point of having no space left.

He smiled, ”Seems like moving forward, I’ll have to settle for less, a bit off.”

As he smiled contentedly and swept a glance at the scores of others around him, his sight paused on Qin Xin’s bullseye.

There was still one person who had the unlikely luck to hit it once?

He frowned and saw Qin Xin calmly putting up an arrow, drawing the bow.

Couldn’t help but sneer, ”Didn’t expect a toy could hit, how many arrows did you waste just to hit this once?”

Ding Dou shouted indignantly, ”Our Sister Xin didn’t waste any, she’s been shooting arrows, she shot ten, more than you!”

The opponent laughed even more sarcastically, ”Hmm, ten to hit just one, truly excellent.”

Ding Dou was red-faced from the ridicule but didn’t know how to retort.

It was Ao Xinghao who came to the rescue, ”Yeah, our Xin is excellent, while you’re busy yapping here, our Xin has already shot ten more arrows. Excellent!”

The opponent stiffened, promptly set up an arrow to continue.

This time, he not only doubled the wind power but also specifically divided half of his spiritual power to disrupt Qin Xin’s shooting trajectory.

Qin Xin’s tiny arrow was instantly blown off course.

But the three big ones in the audience and Jing Zhichen, Ding Dou, were infuriated:

”You’re shameless!”

”Are you even a man?”

”Only those without strength resort to such crooked tricks, despicable guy!”

However, the thickness of the opponent’s skin was beyond imagination, ”Being able to interfere with opponents is also a type of skill, if you can, come and interfere with me.”

He shot five more arrows and hit positions around the bullseye.

Even so, he was still the person hit the most in the entire field.

Glancing at Qin Xin’s side, the arrow he had blown off earlier was nowhere to be found, and opposite Qin Xin’s bullseye, there was only a solitary arrow.

Yet Qin Xin herself continued calmly stringing and drawing, focused, composed, as if the surrounding changes couldn’t affect her.

That senior sneered, ”Women are women, can’t recognize their place or reality.”

He had already secured victory, so he didn’t bother shooting anymore, crossing his arms, waiting for the referee to announce the results.

A few seconds later, the referee blew the whistle, ”Stop! Competition over!”

All the competitors, unwillingly, dropped their hands.