The first round, Enna Clark and Skye Lawrence both hit 9 points.
The second round, Enna Clark didnât perform well, hitting only 8 points, while Skye Lawrence maintained 9 points.
In the third round, Skye Lawrence also didnât perform well, shooting 7 points.
Enna Clark picked up her arrow and walked to the forefront.
Unbeknownst to them, a crowd had gathered around them, and without her having to count, the whispers of the people nearby had already done the math for her.
âIf she hits 9 points, itâll be a tie.â
âOnly a 10 will secure a win. Anything less than 9 points means a loss.â
âGetting a bullseye is not that easy. Iâve seen sports competitions where very few people manage to hit it. Itâs too difficult.â
The voices around her continuously reached her ears; Enna Clark took a deep breath, blocked out the noise, picked up her bow and arrow, and aimed at the target.
She had to win!
Not just for herself, but for Baron Lawrence, she had to win! Otherwise, sheâd look weak before she even started!
But a bullseye, just as others had said, was not so easily achieved.
Even professionals might not manage to hit it.
Enna Clarkâs gaze was steely as she squinted and aimed for that central red dot.
She wanted to try!
No matter what, she was going to try!
She blocked out all the surrounding noises, and the world suddenly fell silent. All she could see was the target in front of her.
Finally, she released the arrowâ
The three seconds it took to count the score felt unbearably long, as if each second were an hour in length. Enna Clark had never been so nervous, as tense as waiting for the results of a major exam.
âBeepâ10 points.â
âDid she really hit a bullseye?!â
âAre my ears working right? That was fierce.â
âThis is the first time Iâve seen someone hit a bullseye.â
âThatâs impressiveâ¦â
Hearing the score of 10 points, the anxiety gripping Enna Clarkâs heart suddenly dropped. Her eyes involuntarily lit up, an uncontrollable joy almost bursting forth from her chest.
She really hit it!
Truly scored a bullseye!
Besides being initially surprised, Skye Lawrence was calmer than anyone, her lips curling into a smile as she walked over to Enna Clark, âMs. Clark, youâve earned my respect.â
âIâ¦â Enna Clark wanted to say something polite.
Skye Lawrence laughed and said, âYouâre really not bad, no need for polite words. A win is a win. Itâs the first time Iâve lost to a woman. Iâve only lost to Baron before. His skill is monstrous; he always hits the bullseye, a normal person simply canât win against him.â
âIs Baron Lawrence very good at shooting?â
âYou havenât seen him?â Skye Lawrence laughed heartily, âSome other time he should take you along to play, then youâll know.â
âBy the way, besides shooting, Iâm also interested in horse riding. How about another round with me?â
Enna Clark really wanted to say no, but seeing Skye Lawrenceâs look, she didnât have the heart to refuse, and followed her to the racecourse.
Skye Lawrence picked a horse, and Enna Clark also chose one.
She gave it her all in the horse race, but after three laps, Skye Lawrence had left her behind.
Enna Clark admitted defeat wholeheartedly.@@novelbin@@
After riding the horse, she was drenched in sweat and truly had no energy for anything else. Fortunately, Skye Lawrence didnât suggest any more activities and invited her, âLetâs go, Iâm tired too. I saw a place for coffee inside. Letâs have a cup of coffee and take a break.â
âOkay.â
Following her, Enna Clark walked to the leisure area.
The waiter quickly brought over two cups of coffee.
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