Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

With that super strong senior brother messing with the archery competition, everyone’s scores were pretty awful.

Most of the arrows flew crooked; hitting the second or third ring already counted as good, and tons of people couldn’t even land an arrow on the target at all.

The referee read out the scores one by one.

When it was Qin Xin’s turn, he froze for a moment: ”This student Lan’s score is...”

The audience was far from the target and couldn’t see clearly; they could only vaguely make out a single lonely arrow stuck in the bullseye.

That one arrow was aimed really well, but the problem was—there was only one.

The score is calculated based on the number of arrows.

One bullseye hit is ten points.

At most she’d only get ten points.

Bai Chi had already prepared his consoling speech, cupping his hands like a megaphone: ”Little Sister Qingxin, ten points is super impressive, there are people at two and three points at the bottom, and then there’s me dead last at the bottom, so don’t be sad...”

Ao Xinghao cut him off speechlessly: ”Who wants to be compared with an idiot like you? Stop making things worse for Xin.”

Jing Zhichen also said, ”Let’s hear what the referee says first.”

Everyone turned to stare at the referee, only to see his lips trembling slightly; he paused for a long time before finally announcing, ”Student Lan’s score is 200 points.”

The audience stands and the competitors’ area exploded together:

”Two hundred?!”

”What the hell?”

”Two hundred points means twenty arrows, all hitting the bullseye—that’s the only way to get that score.”

”How could that ugly girl possibly have such a heaven-defying score, is this a joke?”

Amid a chorus of doubts, the referee-instructor personally walked over to Qin Xin’s target and pulled out the arrow she’d hit with.

Don’t be fooled by the tiny arrow—yanking it out took a lot of effort.

Then he huffed and puffed, lugging it over like he was carrying some heavy load.

As he came closer, everyone’s mouths slowly fell open, wider, and wider, until they were gaping like they’d stuffed several eggs inside and couldn’t close them again.

It turned out Qin Xin hadn’t hit the bullseye with just one arrow.

It was literally twenty arrows.

It’s just that every single arrow had hit the tail fletching of the previous arrow, splitting it cleanly in half and embedding tightly into the one before.

So what they thought was one arrow was actually twenty arrows connected end to end! Qin Xin’s 200 points were absolutely well-deserved.

Holy shit, what kind of god-tier supernatural ability is this!

In the silence that followed, everyone’s heartbeats completely lost their normal rhythm.

Meanwhile, the referee-instructor shrugged, looking like, ”I knew you’d react like this,” ”I refuse to be the only one shocked,” ”If we’re going to be dumbstruck, we’re all going to be dumbstruck together,” as he stared at the crowd who’d been mouthing off just a moment ago.

In the quiet, Ao Xinghao chuckled, snapping everyone out of their stupor: ”Now you get it, right? Our Xin is your big-shot daddy!”

The senior brother who’d kept using wind powers to mess with Qin Xin just couldn’t swallow this: ”I clearly saw her arrows getting blown away by my wind just now...”

Qin Xin, who’d been too lazy to speak until now, said coolly, ”If you’ve got that much free time, you might want to worry about your own arrows instead, make sure they don’t get blown away.”

”W-what do you mean? It’s my own wind ability, how could my arrows possibly get blown...” The senior was arguing himself red in the face when he suddenly realized something and whipped around to look.

Sure enough, the ten arrows he’d originally landed in the bullseye had, at some unknown point, all dropped off from the center!!!

He could’ve gotten a hundred points.

It would’ve still been a huge gap compared to Qin Xin, but compared to everyone else, he could’ve laughed proudly and firmly held second place.

But now, he couldn’t even keep second.

Because there wasn’t a single arrow left in his bullseye.

What the hell!

This is impossible, absolutely impossible.