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!
