On the morning of November 7, 2045, Zhu Shijiu ushered in another new morning.
I'm going to die again today.
He knew this very well, but strangely, he did not feel panic. Instead, he felt a strange calm, as if what was about to happen was just an ordinary little thing that did not cause any waves in his heart.
Wash up, brush teeth, go out for breakfast, and then go back to the hotel.
He spent half a day in the archery hall yesterday and was so tired that he just found a hotel outside the school to stay in. When he got up this morning, his muscles were still sore, but at least he gained something. He successfully advanced from a newbie who knew nothing to an archery novice.
While learning archery, one does not have to think about the impending doomsday, nor does one have to think about how to deal with those extremely mobile men in black. The pressure on one's shoulders is relieved little by little as each arrow flies off the string.
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