Su Qianxun hadn't been seated for long when the semi-final began.
This time, her opponent was none other than Han Zhili, whom she had encountered earlier.
After stepping onto the stage, Han Zhili cast a cold glance at Qianxun and whispered as she passed by, "I'm sending you home right now!"
"I think the same, the two o'clock flight to Korea's just right, you can head back home after the competition." Qianxun replied with a beaming smile.
Hearing those words, Han Zhili couldn't help but glare at her, then scoffed lightly, "We'll see about that!"
She walked to the front of the arena, and as the referee blew the whistle, she passionately pulled the bowstring.
"Clang!"
For the first round, Han Zhili shot a ten.
Instantly, the audience from Korea erupted into enthusiastic cheers.
At this moment, Han Zhili shot a sidelong glance at Qianxun, observing her movements.
