"Well, since you've just spent some money here, I'll reveal something useful to you." The bartender took off her gloves. "Do you know why game items are so precious?"
"Uh, you mentioned that they're rare." "Rarity doesn't necessarily mean value.
"Rarity doesn't necessarily represent value. The term 'game item' is just to fit the theme and isn't accurate. In fact, it's a very magical item that contains incredible supernatural powers. It works both in real life and in the game. If you use it well, it will be a great help to you, but sometimes it will also cause you trouble. No one can guarantee that this power will bring about positive effects, so you have to be extra careful when dealing with unknown game items. Just because it hasn't been appraised doesn't mean that the effects don't exist. Speaking of which, did anything strange happen to you after you got it?"
"No." Zhang Heng tried to recall his life after he got the rabbit's foot. His life was normal after he got it.
"Then it shouldn't have any negative effects, or there's a specific trigger condition." For some reason, the bartender sounded a little regretful. "In fact, some game items with negative effects can work wonders when used properly.
The wooden box made from the tule tree can isolate supernatural powers, so it's the best choice to store the game items. If you need it, you can buy it from me. Also, if you don't have any use for the game items, you can choose to sell them with me. There's a large-scale auction at the end of every year. Keep an eye on your email, and I'll send you an email before the auction starts. If there's nothing else, I'll see you next time. "
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The bartender had no spirit of service. After the excitement of five game points, she no longer had the passion to explain.
Zhang Heng asked her what services were available at the checkpoint, and she said that she would add him on WeChat later and send him a pdf.
Zhang Heng walked out of the iron house and was immediately surrounded by a loud noise. This time, however, Zhang Heng didn't find it noisy. He had been on the deserted island for a year and a half, and hearing the unique sounds of civilized society again made him feel a little familiar.
Zhang Heng walked down the iron ladder and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Although it was already past one o 'clock in the morning, the number of parking spaces outside the bar had not decreased. In fact, it seemed to have increased.
Zhang Heng did not go back to school. Firstly, it was getting late. Secondly, he had received too much information in the past two hours. He wanted to find a place to sort it out and digest it. Besides, there was something else he wanted to verify.
So Zhang Heng booked a room at a roadside express hotel and asked for a pen and paper at the service desk. He wasn't sleepy at all, so he turned on the lamp and wrote down all the important things that happened today and his conjectures as much as possible on the paper.
He busied himself until early in the morning. He looked at the stack of papers that he had painted and corrected again, tore them up, and flushed them down the toilet.
After checking out, he went to the archery hall across the road.
This was also the place where he signed up for the training class. As soon as the doors opened at eight in the morning, he walked in eagerly and took out the SF recurve bow that he had stored there.
He picked an empty 30-meter fixed target, nocked an arrow, and shot it.
Six rings.
Zhang Heng remained unmoved.
He had changed from a primitive bow to a modern one, so naturally, he was not used to it. The first shot was just a test, so he was not surprised by the result. He then adjusted the angle and released the bowstring.
The second shot was much better. Eight rings.
Zhang Heng's instructor walked in from outside the door. He wanted to say hello when he saw Zhang Heng, but he saw that Zhang Heng was focused on practicing, so he did not disturb him. He took out his vacuum flask and stood behind him, ready to correct Zhang Heng's posture and movements.
However, the next arrow landed firmly on the ninth ring.
Not bad. He's a good seedling. The instructor praised in his heart. Most beginners would have all kinds of problems when they first started practicing archery. For example, the hand holding the bow was not stable, the positioning was not standard, the center of gravity was off, and so on. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, had obviously learned archery not long ago, but his posture seemed to have been tempered a thousand times, giving off the impression that he was as immovable as a mountain.
If this was not talent, then what was it?
Zhang Heng's instructor was originally a member of the city's archery team. Unfortunately, his talent was limited, and no matter how hard he worked, he could not go further. Later, he was defeated by an amateur who had only practiced archery for less than half a year. Disheartened, he retired from the professional circle and was hired by the owner of the archery hall to coach him.
In the past two years, seeing that the sport was developing well, he could not help but think about it again. However, he was too old, and there was no more potential to be unearthed. Even if he made a comeback, he would not be able to do much. So, he set his sights on the young people practicing archery in the archery hall, wondering if he could recognize them and recruit a few powerful apprentices.
If one of them made it to the national competition, it would help him realize his dream.
With this idea in mind, he began to look for candidates. Initially, he focused his attention on the children ranked eighth to fourteenth. This age was suitable for laying the foundation, and it would be a little too late for them to start learning. Hence, he did not pay much attention to Zhang Heng.
In the previous three classes, he did not see this young man show any special skills, and he was no different from those amateurs.
But after that, Zhang Heng's progress was a little surprising.
Although the training time was not long, the effect was surprisingly good. Soon, he stood out and was the best among the batch of people who came in with him.
At the same time, he felt a little sorry that Zhang Heng came into contact with archery too late. Even if he had the talent, it would be difficult to go far without enough practice.
While the instructor was thinking about it, he saw Zhang Heng in front of him take a deep breath. He had completed the adjustment, and the next moment, he shot five arrows in one go.
The interval between each arrow was less than two seconds.
Four of the five arrows hit the tenth ring, and the last one missed by a little, landing on the ninth ring.
Zhang Heng knew that this had something to do with his body's coordination. He was used to the body on the deserted island. Now that he was back a year and a half ago, his strength and reflexes were different. But from these few arrows, he had already tested out what he wanted to know.
The muscle memory and skills he had developed in the game were completely retained. Next, he only needed to practice a little for a week or two, and he would be able to return to the level he had on the island.
Moreover, he had changed to a modern bow that was more powerful and accurate. His aim would only be better, and his shooting range would only be wider.
It seemed that the skills he learned in the game could be brought to reality.
This was not too surprising. After all, these skills did not fall from the sky. He had trained them bit by bit.
Zhang Heng also realized that this game did not have the concept of the four-dimensional attributes of traditional games. He used his own body, and when he encountered difficulties, he could only use his own knowledge and ability to solve them. Therefore, the skills that each person mastered were particularly important.
Thinking about it this way, the extra 24 hours did not seem to be a bad thing.
Because it meant that he had more game time than other players, and he could better improve himself. More importantly, these improvements were also applicable in real life.
Zhang Heng was deep in thought. He did not expect that his five arrows had such a huge impact on the instructor behind him.
The instructor almost dropped his vacuum flask on the ground.
Although it was not impossible for an amateur who trained diligently to score 49 points in five shots, Zhang Heng had only been learning for a short period of time. It had only been three lessons, and not many amateurs could achieve his rapid shooting.
This was a genius! An absolute genius! Was there any other explanation?! The way the instructor looked at Zhang Heng had completely changed.
It was like looking at a peerless piece of unpolished jade, and the more he looked, the more he liked it.
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