After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

In order to meet the needs of the young masters and ladies, some staff and coaches from the archery gym were reserved for this banquet to avoid any accidents.

When he said he wanted to teach Murong Qiao how to archery, Huo Yichen really took her to the separate practice room next to him.

Here and the banquet are one south and one north, which can be called clean and undisturbed.

"Cough." Murong Qiao suddenly laughed out loud, but ended up choking himself to cough.

Huo Yichen, who was standing in front of the bow and arrow to choose, immediately diverted his attention, walked up to her and helped Shun Shun back, so that Murong Qiao could feel better.

He picked up the drink at the table and handed it to her, "Drinking a little will make you feel better."

Murong Qiao took a quick gulp, then let out a long breath, and couldn't help but blush because of the laugh just now.

Being able to laugh so hard that he choked on his saliva, Murong Qiao suddenly had a stupid idea in his heart.

"What are you laughing at?" Huo Yichen was helpless.

Murong Qiaonu pouted, "Just now I saw you were choosing a bow, and suddenly thought you looked so professional."

She explained, but there was a bit of meaning at the end, so she couldn't help but say what she really wanted in her heart just now.

"It makes people want to call Coach Huo." She turned her face away.

Murong Qiao was a little embarrassed for saying this, that is, there was no one around, otherwise Murong Qiao would at most think about it.

But Huo Yichen paused the hand stroking his back, his eyes unconsciously followed the words and fell on the lips of Murong Qiao who spoke, with a little glint of water, and the slight arc made his Adam's apple twitch.

But Murong Qiao then turned his face to the side, so he saw the sparkling pupils and the fluttering eyelashes, so that even the arc from the tip of the white ears to the neck made him want to leave traces.

Huo Yichen leaned over and narrowed the distance between the two of them, but before he could implement the idea in his heart, he felt a little coolness on his forehead.

It was Murong Qiao who stretched out his fingertips and stopped Huo Yichen.

"You haven't taught me archery yet." She puffed her cheeks.

The thought of doing bad things was like a bubble, which was punctured by Murong Qiao.

Huo Yichen blinked his eyes, stared at Murong Qiao, got up with a good temper, turned around and took a bow that he was more comfortable with.

"Come on, look at me." After teaching him, he really became serious.

Murong Qiao leaned over and listened to Huo Yichen's speech.

"The middle part of the bow should be parallel to the line of sight, holding the bow with the left hand and holding the arrow with the right—"

He spoke with a serious appearance, but although Murong Qiao listened carefully, his attention was always attracted by his standard and neat movements and postures.

Beauty is present, not looking is not human.

Murong Qiao subconsciously excused herself in her heart, but Huo Yichen caught her right after she was distracted for a while.

"Try?" Huo Yichen's voice sounded.

Murong Qiao looked blankly at the bow that suddenly appeared in front of her, then raised her head again, and met Huo Yichen's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

It's over, she just looked at Huo Yichen and didn't listen much.

Murong Qiao coughed lightly, as if to ease the embarrassment, but he still picked up the bow with a guilty conscience.

She turned around and took a step forward, looking at the target in the distance, and slowly drew the bow.

"...Oh." Huo Yichen chuckled imperceptibly.

The posture of Murong Qiao drawing the bow looked quite like that, but in fact what Huo Yichen said just now was not in it at all, he could tell at a glance that Murong Qiao didn't listen.

But Huo Yichen didn't point it out, and let Murong Qiao shoot.

call out--

An arrow shot out.

"Unfortunately, I missed the target." Huo Yichen announced the result lightly.

Murong Qiao's skin from her cheeks to her earlobe turned red, she clenched her bow tightly in shame, and looked around but didn't look at Huo Yichen.

Guilt is almost written on the face.

Huo Yichen walked up to Murong Qiao, "Just now—"

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Murong Qiao.

"Mistake, mistake, do it again!" Murong Qiao was guilty but stubborn.

She even added, "It's normal to be nervous for the first time."

Straightforward.

Huo Yichen thought, the heart that didn't intend to blame the other party was even more helpless and soft.

He simply stretched out his hand, and stood behind Murong Qiao, his hands wrapped around her and covered Murong Qiao's hands.

"Well, let's do it again," he said.

Murong Qiao was pressed against the temperature from behind, and the guilty conscience just dissipated immediately, but he was not guilty anymore, and the hand holding the bow and arrow was weak instead.

Feeling Huo Yichen's dry and generous palm covering the back of her hand, Murong Qiao seemed to feel that clusters of small flames followed and ignited into her heart bit by bit with scorching but harmless heat.

Murong Qiao pursed her lips, "Well..."

She didn't need to say that, but Huo Yichen stopped her before she finished speaking.

"I feel that those Murong students who just said don't seem to understand, it would be more appropriate to simply teach them in person." Huo Yichen's laughing voice sounded from behind.

It was good not to speak at first, but when he spoke, his hot breath sprayed on Murong Qiao's exposed neck, causing a numb itching.

Especially since the distance between the two is very close, as soon as Huo Yichen speaks, Murong Qiao can feel the vibration from the chest of the person behind him.

She wanted to talk but was afraid that Huo Yichen would make her neck itchy, and finally her body became weak and she couldn't stand no matter how she thought about it, she would be ashamed, but if she didn't speak, the other person's body was sticking to her again.

Invisibly, Murong Qiao suddenly had the illusion that he was being controlled by Huo Yichen.

"Concentrate." But Huo Yichen didn't give her a chance to think too much.

He took Murong Qiao's hand to put on the bow, with great strength but not enough to hurt Murong Qiao, he only controlled it delicately, and put the arrow on the bowstring, so that Murong Qiao could feel the strength being stretched to the limit.

The parallel steps of the feet were separated, in order to exert force for the archery, but it caused the two to stick closer.

Huo Yichen's lips were almost attached to Murong Qiao's hair, turning into a real whisper in his ear.

"Look at the bull's-eye, calm down, and focus all your attention on that point—"

Huo Yichen's serious teaching made Murong Qiao's ears go weak and his thoughts were flying wildly.

She wanted to concentrate now, but Huo Yichen refused.

The second arrow, ten rings.

"Qiao Qiao is really amazing." Huo Yichen praised.

But Murong Qiao glared at him, but his eyes were not intimidating, but rather embarrassing.

Where is her ten rings.

Relying on her petite figure, Murong Qiao squatted down and got out of Huo Yichen's embrace.

"No more." She said angrily.

After learning like this, even if Huo Yichen has no idea, Murong Qiao will almost lose control of the yellow waste in his mind.

It was painful for her to feel good-looking for the first time, and she is suffering now.

Besides, she didn't use any strength just now, it was Huo Yichen who shot the arrow. Seeing him praising herself in such a serious manner really made Murong Qiao blush.

Huo Yichen put down the bow in his hand, "Okay."

He followed Murong Qiao, but the regret revealed in his words made Murong Qiao feel his face getting hotter.

"Then let's go." Murong Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing what Huo Yichen said, she turned around and was about to open the door and leave.

As a result, he didn't even touch the doorknob, and was pulled into Huo Yichen's arms by the force behind him.

The world was spinning, Murong Qiao fell onto the soft sofa, and met Huo Yichen's eyes.

"If you don't learn archery, you can learn something else." Huo Yichen said seriously.

Murong Qiao suddenly felt that he was like a foolish king, greedy for beauty.

She threw herself up and bit Huo Yichen's mouth with a bright accusation in her eyes.

"Okay, it's my honor for Mr. Huo to teach me."