Han Dang saw Mo Qiong pointing at him and laughed.

He really wanted to play a profession. If Li Minghua drew a big cake for Mo Qiong, if he put it on him, he would be willing to try it out.

But he knows how much he weighs himself. The classmates can brag, but if they really want to try out, bragging is useless.

Li Ming was stunned. He knew that Mo Qiong was politely rejecting him, and couldn't help but say anxiously: "Don't you think about it? My vision is not wrong. You are really talented. You may not know the salary of a Class A team. If you stand firm in the main force, you can get 400,000 yuan a year. This is not your limit. In the Chinese Super League, the main goalkeeper is not a problem for 5 million yuan a year."

Mo Qiong had figured out all the pros and cons, and shook his head decisively and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

"I play football just because I joined the football club. In terms of sports, I am more interested in bows and arrows."

Han Dang also said, "I can prove this that he is called the God of Shooting in our body."

"Don't talk nonsense..." Mo Qiong was embarrassed, and this nickname was more of a joke.

But now, his ability is just enough to be a shot that is absolutely hit, and I don’t know if it has any causality and effect to his interests.

He really wants to study it carefully as soon as possible.

"Look, I really have something to do." Mo Qiong said.

Li Ming had no choice but to take out his prepared business card and stuff it to him and said, "You think about it again. I am not taking you to our school team, I just hope you don't let your talent down. It will not be good for me to play in the First Division or the Chinese Super League, but if you don't go, it will be a huge loss in the domestic league."

"I really just think this is a pity, you can try it."

Mo Qiong also knew that Li Ming really liked his talent and introduced himself to play for a profession. At most, Li Ming earned some fame. In the future, he might have some benefits from his fame.

Maybe find a better job, but that's all.

Mo Qiong thought to himself that Li Ming was more than that, and he simply hoped to prove that his vision was correct.

"Okay, I'll think about it again." Mo Qiong had no choice but to say so.

Li Ming smiled and stopped entangling, and returned to the gymnasium to lead the team back.

Mo Qiong and Han Dang returned to the dormitory, and Han Dang said unfortunately: "I know, you really don't want to go."

"Ha, I really don't want to go. You know, if you didn't have to pull me, I wouldn't have entered the football club." Mo Qiong said, and picked up his bow and arrow again.

Seeing this, Han Dang said, "You are really good... The facts prove that I am not wrong. You really have talent in this area. Unfortunately, you only love archery! But this is just your interest, and it does not conflict with professional football."

"Stop talking, I'll go to practice arrows." Mo Qiong said and was about to leave.

Han Dang said in surprise: "Practice again? Didn't you practice today? There is still friendship tonight. We will play a few games and we will set off."

"I felt that I had achieved great success in my shooting skills at noon today. If I hadn't been to the competition, I actually planned to practice for the afternoon." Mo Qiong said with a smile.

Han Dang said anxiously: "What a great success in shooting skills, are you really not going? Don't, today our football club is the protagonist, and you are the protagonist among the protagonists."

Mo Qiong waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, you are a hat trick, you are the protagonist."

"You are also assisting the hat trick! Damn... Do you want that money? Luo Qing will definitely go there too in the twelve clubs. Wang Xiong said that he would ask him for money tonight. Maybe Luo Qing will be in debt. We have to stand on Wang Xiong's side this time, don't you go?" Han Dang said.

Mo Qiong curled his lips. No matter what he can't get along with, he won't get along with money.

Moreover, Wang Xiong was arrogant tonight and might have been overdoing it. Luo Qing was not easy to meet. He didn't just wait for the money, which was unreasonable.

"Why don't you take it with money? Isn't this more than an hour left? I won't play the game anymore. Call me when I set off." Mo Qiong said.

"Okay, eh? Haibin must be putting things on. Where are you going to practice arrows?" Han Dang said on the computer.

"Rooftop!"

...

On the rooftop of the dormitory, Mo Qiong usually doesn’t come here to practice arrows.

Because most of the time, many quilts are dried here, rows of them, just like dyed cloth workshops.

Only when you come back from work late will you choose to practice here.

This time, he stood in the "corridor" formed by two rows of quilts and began his superpower exploration.

The target was put down and stood ten meters away. He tilted his bow slightly upward and shot three arrows in a row.

He shot these three arrows in the opposite direction!

The moment he shot out, he saw the three arrows rising in the air first, then drew a beautiful arc and heading behind him.

"Dududu..." All three arrows hit the bull's-eye.

"Didn't you go back directly? Go and hit the bull's-eye with the arrow tail?"

"Well, the trajectory is not random. As long as I shoot in the same direction and the target is consistent, the path of the arrow will be consistent."

The trajectories of the three arrows are consistent, with only the order of difference. The rear arrow chases the front arrow, turns along the same ballistic turn, and hits the target.

Although the turn itself is outrageous, it is not too outrageous and it flies towards the target without chaos.

In other words, as long as he practices more, he can rely on experience to grasp how an arrow will shoot out.

The reason I need to study this first is because Mo Qiong noticed during the competition that although he can specify the landing point, he can only do it before or at the moment of launch.

Once football or arrows are lost, it has nothing to do with him.

He cannot change the landing point temporarily, nor can he control the ballistics of the objects that are shot.

Cooperating with this is a passive ability, Mo Qiong knew that he must always think about the landing point in the future before he could take action. Moreover, from the direction of his attack to the landing point, whether the path will be particularly tortuous must be considered.

Otherwise, there may be a big mess in the future.

The most typical example is shooting the sun.

He still remembered the sound of breaking through the air when he was shooting at noon, and the trajectory left by high-speed objects when they cut through the air.

Until now, he didn't know whether the arrow from ignorance would alarm the country.

What are the consequences?

You know, if the arrow really chases the sun, it is likely to cross half of China from the coast of the East China Sea to the west... Even if the arrow will not be detected by radar, it cannot be sure to pass through any military region and be discovered.

"Why is that arrow at noon so powerful? Just because it is a sun shooting, the sun is a little higher?"

Mo Qiong smiled, which was obviously very unrestrained. He thought about it and began to test the relationship between the rate of firing and his force.

I saw him bent his bow and arrow, and shoot gently towards the target.

The bowstring is only a little bit bent. If mechanics is followed, the arrow will not hit the target at all and will fall directly from the bowstring.

However, it didn't fall off.

Moving away the bow on my hand, I saw the arrow floating in the air, moving slowly...

The speed was extremely slow, Mo Qiong could observe it from all angles around the arrow.

It is like an object floating in weightless environment in space, advancing at a constant speed at the initial speed...

Mo Qiong waited for five minutes, and the arrow finally crossed ten meters away and hit the bull's eye.

Then he instantly returned to the embrace of gravity and fell freely.

Mo Qiong didn't hear it touching the target because the impact was too slight.

"It turns out to be like this..."

Mo Qiong fell into deep thought. It was already obvious. He shot another arrow, which was stronger than before.

Sure enough, the arrows floated a little faster, but they were still obviously unreasonable.

"What a superpower to kill mechanics."

"How much propulsion I give to an object, it will only keep the propulsion to fly to the target I specified. Its trajectory will be as unreasonable as possible, but if the laws of nature cannot help it, it will block it, such as gravity, then it will ignore it...it is like being in a weightless environment without a large gravitational field."

"But it is not just blindly ignoring the laws of nature. Sometimes it will rely on the power of the laws of nature."

Mo Qiong thought, and suddenly raised his hands and shot an arrow into the sky. The arrow drew an arc downward, hitting the bull's eye with acceleration.

When rising, Moqiong briefly maintained its initial direction, and then ignored gravity and resistance, and maintained Moqiong's initial speed constant and turned.

When it fell, the arrow suddenly paid attention to gravity again and used the acceleration of gravity to hit the target at a faster speed. Of course, the air resistance still couldn't help and was still ignored.

"Hiss...my ability...what do I treat the laws of nature as..."

"If it's useless, ignore it. If it's useful, just follow it? Damn, the universe doesn't have any face?"

Mo Qiong thought about it carefully and felt that this superpower was too terrible.

No wonder he would draw an arc when shooting towards the sky, and there would be no parabola when shooting flat, but when the target was set on the ground, he simply fell straight.

This seemed to be bargaining with gravity, giving as much face as possible, making the path less outrageous.

But this itself... is already very disrespectful.

Based on this, he summarized it.

First of all, his abilities can be summarized by shooting. Whether it is launching, projecting, or using tools to shoot objects, it will trigger the passiveness of absolute hits if it is released from his own control.

The reason for this metaphor is that he loves archery, and his ability to trigger the first time is also archery.

If the tools are not used, then his body is a "bow", which emits molecular clusters with electromagnetic force.

Using tools is definitely not limited to bows, all instruments should be able to trigger.

"Well... this is a passive word. Wouldn't it mean that my body is colliding and shooting invisible molecules to the target I imagined at the moment?"
To be continued...