"That was just an accident. Since you left, I've won first place several times. This year was an exception."
"Oh, an accident, huh." Shen Juncheng dusted off the tea cover, his movements slow and deliberate. "I thought it always was, after all, back then, Brother Liao placed third three consecutive years, so..."
He pretended to be apologetic, "Sorry, my mistake. Don't mind me, Brother Liao, it's just that I haven't been in the Capital for long."
Shooting competitions start at age six and are a common contest among the noble sons of the Capital. Shen Juncheng participated at age six and topped the list for three consecutive years. At such a young age, his shooting was accurate, even hitting three targets in a row, inheriting his father's renown entirely, which led those wealthy sons to only compete for second and third places each time.
Liao Quan clenched his palm, feeling as if his eyes were blinded. That mouth of his was as annoying as ever.
