After Li Qingrong finished throwing, everyone was dumbfounded.
Except for the first arrow that missed, all the others hit. No technique, just a good feel.
Chai Muying was instantly in despair; she originally wanted to compete and win some prizes.
"The class monitor is really accurate, isn't she?"
Yao Beibei came purely to have fun. After joint exams, anything is more interesting than staying in the classroom for evening self-study.
She clapped her hands, "That's not bad, there's a chance our class might actually win the championship."
The other girls had similar thoughts. The class monitor being so accurate at pot throwing took away their joy directly.
The reaction among the boys was quite the opposite. The ones who had already thrown were slapping their thighs in regret.
"Damn, if I'd known, I would've taken it more seriously!"
The boys who hadn't thrown yet were filled with combat spirit, putting away their casual attitudes, ready to give it their all.