Cheng Yang had come out of the tragic blow of Patrick by throwing the shot, he would have changed into an archery suit, holding his own high-profile bow and arrow in his hand.
He looked refreshed and looked in a certain direction, “Patrick, it happened again by such a coincidence, you also sign up for archery.”
Patrick lazily leaned against a sycamore tree. He only wore a black sports shirt today. The loose design could not conceal the youth’s tough and powerful body.
He lowered his eyes and rubbed the thermos mug Fiona had given him with his well-knotted hands, like worshipping the world’s most precious treasure. Hearing this, he casually lifted his eyelids and sneered, “Sick kidney, it’s a coincidence. .”
Cheng Yang’s face turned green, and he said coldly, “Isn’t it just throwing a shot to win me? What’s so great, that only shows that you have more brute force than me. Today’s archery is better than professional. You think you have the capital. ?”
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