The archery hall had three shooting lanes: 3 meters, 5 meters, 10 meters.
Jiang Ning chose the 10-meter one.
The person responsible for fitting them with protective gear and teaching them archery skills was a tall, young woman.
As she equipped Geng Lu with protective gear, envy was evident on her face, "Are you students?"
"High school sophomore," Geng Lu replied.
The archery instructor took a sharp breath in, "Only a sophomore."
She resigned herself to the fact soon after, thinking that if one didn't have such a physique by sophomore year, it was unlikely to come later.
After equipping the protective gear, the archery instructor explained the key points, "Place the arrow here until you hear a 'click.'"
"Yes, that's right."
"Extend your left hand, pull the bow with your right, up to your chin. Don't be nervous."
"Aim using the sight, right at the target, yes, and remember, always pull arrows the same way, and never shoot if someone is in front of you."
