F*ck his uncle

Her full attention was focused on the recurve bow she held, weighing around 20 kilograms. After some adjustments, she set it down and put on her specialized arm guard and finger tabs.

Raising the bow again, Lu Haiqiao reached into the leather quiver hanging at her right side, retrieving a carbon arrow marked with the number '81'.

Nocking the arrow, drawing the bow, anchoring, and aiming at the target.

After about three seconds, she released the arrow very steadily. As soon as she lowered the recurve bow, the big screen above displayed the result.

Bullseye.

At this moment, a crisp applause came from the reclining chair behind her.

Sitting in the chair, Lu Yunge glanced at the score displayed on the big screen and couldn't help but praise, "Haiqiao, bullseye with one shot, your skills are impressive!"

Little did he know that not long after he spoke, she shot another arrow.

This time, the score took a nosedive.

Off target.

Lu Yunge: "…"

It seemed he praised too soon.

Lu Haiqiao stood straight with determination, her gaze fixed firmly on the target.

She raised the bow, removed the sight, tried the direction, and then shot five arrows steadily and smoothly.

Bullseye, off target, bullseye, off target, bullseye.

Lu Yunge got up from his reclining chair, and just after she shot the last arrow, he mischievously said, "I bet your last shot was a miss."

As he spoke, the score appeared on the big screen.

As he expected, it was off target.

She put down the bow, turned around, and placed one hand on her hip. "I'll never give my opponents the chance to predict my next move, or else the battle would be half-lost even before it begins."

"I taught you that," Lu Yunge's meaningful gaze rested on her face, and after a few seconds, he said, "But Haiqiao, I'm not your opponent."

"So I let you predict my next move," Lu Haiqiao removed the arm guard and finger tab, walked over to the reclining chair, and picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewing the cap. "Otherwise, how could you have guessed that my last shot would miss?"

Lu Yunge: "…"

It turned out, the clown was me.

He looked at Lu Haiqiao, who was drinking from the water bottle. "I've arranged everything you asked me to do."

At his words, Lu Haiqiao paused, her mouth still on the water bottle's opening, and she looked back at him.

Lu Yunge: "I booked the whole plane to pick up that person. It's very expensive!"

Lu Haiqiao gave him a sidelong glance and suddenly changed the subject, "Did you go to the car dealership the day before yesterday?"

Lu Yunge was annoyed at the mention of this.

"Let me tell you, it's so rare for me to find a car I like. I was planning to buy it, but then the owner told me someone had booked it. So, I was thinking whoever pays first gets it. Little did I know that the brat who ordered the car transferred the money to the owner's account just as I was about to pay!"

"Just one second, just that tiny second!"

"F*ck his uncle!"

After venting, his mood improved, and Lu Yunge remembered something.

He took out a small, exquisite USB drive from his pocket and casually tossed it to her. "Hey, here's what you wanted."

Lu Haiqiao raised her hand and caught it.

"Hey, Ol' Lu!" She called out to him, who was heading toward the reclining chair. "I've got something for you too."

Lu Yunge paused in surprise.

She walked over to another reclining chair where she put her backpack, and retrieved something from it. She held an item in her palm.

Returning to Lu Yunge, she released her palm, and a car key dangled on her index finger.

"I know you like it, so I bought it for you as a gift."

After a moment of stunned silence, Lu Yunge's expression immediately changed.

He smiled fawningly, although that smile looked quite cheap to her.