Ning Yao was practicing archery outside. Seeing Youyou come out, she excitedly waved at her, "Youyou! Look at me, look at me!"
She pulled the bow taut and suddenly released the arrow!
It hit the wall of the orphanage!
"Ah..." Ning Yao was slightly startled, "Why did it veer off?"
Just now, she clearly hit the big tree with several arrows.
Perhaps she hadn't practiced enough, which made her a bit rusty, but she was almost certain that she had learned archery before.
Otherwise, it wouldn't feel so familiar.
Youyou asked, "Sister Yaoyao, if I learn archery, does it mean we won't have to be afraid of those bad people who come to catch Jiujiu?"
Ning Yao wasn't sure either and wanted to try shooting another arrow, but realized she had run out of arrows.
Bai Youwei had only given her six arrows; after each round of shooting, she had to run a long distance to retrieve them, which was quite a workout.
