"Ten rings are ten rings, there's no such thing as decimals! You..."
Gangzi looked constipated, more nauseating than swallowing a green fly.
"Fine, fine, ten rings are ten rings, definitely more than nine-point-five, right?"
"Hey, what do you want to do?"
In front of the target, Gangzi saw Zhang Su about to pull out the crossbow arrow from the ten rings and quickly stopped him.
"Pull it out, otherwise if it hits the bullseye again later, how do you count if it's blocked by this arrow? Besides, I'm going to recycle these crossbow arrows..."
Zhang Su looked at Gangzi quite puzzled.
"Hit again..." Gangzi felt annoyed: "Fine, pull it out, you can have this too, so petty."
Speaking, he twisted his body, pulled out the crossbow arrow shot by Xiaoliu from the target, and handed it to Zhang Su. Since the other mentioned recycling, he couldn't say much.
