"Damn, no sincerity at all, if Huang Kaiwen wins, he is my dad."
"Why isn't anyone pointing a laser pointer at that little stick's eyes?"
"Chinese spectators aren't that shameless."
"So disgusting, the laser pointer flashed a few times, can't even see clearly, how can one shoot well!"
The laser pointer stopped.
But there was still a shadow in front of Huang Kaiwen's eyes.
After seeing strong light, there will be such a reaction, it takes a while to recover.
In the Olympic archery, the maximum time for each shot is 40 seconds, there is no time to let him recover.
The little stick beside him shot a nine-ring.
But now if he aims, he can't see the target paper clearly.
A shadow kept swaying in front of his eyes.
The little stick on the stands was jumping up and down, as if he had already won.
Huang Kaiwen, who usually shoots quickly, still hadn't shot.
They all understood what was going on.
Huang Kaiwen knew he didn't have time to wait.
