"I'll go first!" Fang Qingrong stood up. "Just so you know, I'm not good at this. If I mess up and make a fool of myself, please don't laugh too hard. We're all recording the show together, so give me a little face."
Everyone chuckled a bit, even though Fang Qingrong could be a bit snarky sometimes, it was hard to really dislike him.
[Brother Qingrong, don't worry, I'll laugh quietly, hahahahaha!]
[Me too, hehe...]
[I laugh easily, so let me laugh first as a courtesy.]
Fang Qingrong started.
He and Xuan Yanrui each took five arrows, as previously agreed.
The first arrow missed the target.
The second arrow missed the target.
The third arrow hit the 2nd ring.
The fourth arrow hit the 3rd ring.
The fifth arrow hit the 5th ring.
Knowing the result, Fang Qingrong felt a bit satisfied as he stepped down—it was better than a zero at least.
Xuan Yanrui went up. Seeing Fang Qingrong's performance, he figured he'd do about the same.
