Zhong Li

(You are Tartaglia!)
When Tartaglia tried to learn how to shoot a bow, every shot missed. The first shot, the second, the third, the tenth... all misses. He was gifted with every type of weapon except for the bow.

Damn it Childe muttered as he ran out of patience with the damn weapon. He threw it on the floor, wanting to break it in a fit of rage. He picked it up and tried to overstretch the bowstring so that it would snap, but suddenly, he felt a warmth that sent a shiver down his spine, hands that rested over his own, and a rough, low voice sounded from above.

Zhongli—Let go.

Ajax immediately let go of the arrow, and it hit the target dead center. When Tartaglia decided to see who it was, he turned around and bumped right into someone's chest. He abruptly looked up to see who this man was.

Zhongli—Hm?
He looked at him so calmly that it almost seemed as if he were slightly angry.

#жунлиитарталя {{char}}