Students who felt they had played well on the court returned to the waiting area with their chests out amidst applause from their classmates.

A good start boosted everyone's morale. Each student ready to go on stage was confident and determined to perform even better than the students who had gone on stage before them, with an air of determination to win the fifty rings.

One by one, they took to the court; some played well, some played poorly, but none of the results affected anyone's mood.

Everyone wants to achieve good results, but to become a sharpshooter who can hit the bullseye every time, experience, skills, and hard work are all indispensable.

Among Chu Xingyue's team, the slightly weaker ones were Zheng Hong among the girls and Lu Tianxin and Lu Zehua among the two boys.

There's no need for those in the team who are capable to hide their abilities.

Chu Xingyue, Wei Haiyang, and Du Kangli all scored 49 points.

Slightly less impressive are Chu Jiaojiao, Xia Yiyang, Jun Yan, Leng Shuang, Zhang Cheng, and Tian Jingjing, who have achieved 47 rings.

Jia En, Tang Jiayou, Zheng Hong, Lu Tianxin, and Lu Zehua all have 42 or 43 rings.

The squad leader was very happy to see the new students in his team achieve such results. It was truly surprising that three of them managed to hit the 49 rings on their first shooting practice.

The others were a little worse, but that didn't matter. After all, it was their first time shooting, and he believed they could improve with the basic training that followed.

Some students were very satisfied with their results for this first time, while others were not.

For example, some are children of military personnel, and some have tried indoor target shooting before and think they have a good talent for it.

The first time these students touched a gun, the first time they experienced it, the information of the students who performed well had already passed through layers of bureaucracy and reached Chu Qingzhi and Xia Yijun before they even left the field.

The two brothers were pleasantly surprised to see Chu Xingyue's name among the top names; they hadn't expected their sister to stand out so much among a group of boys.

Next up are the younger brother's and sister's slightly inferior scores.

Each team had one or two outstanding performers, but unexpectedly, the overall results this year were relatively higher than in previous years.

Both of them believe that with further training, they will achieve even more outstanding results.

Kamiki Kurate has both natural talent and hard-working types, so what we see now is only the surface results and cannot represent the final outcome. Let's wait and see.

To become a sharpshooter who can hit the bullseye every time, freshmen need both experience and hard work to hone their skills. They began the tedious practice of aiming at their guns, never daring to slack off for a moment, and meticulously refining every movement.

Under the scorching sun, the class monitors patrolled the field, guiding students whose formations were not up to standard.

The field was filled with rows and rows of freshmen lying down. The hot weather made the sweat on their foreheads flow into their eyes, causing pain and itching. Some people endured the torment, while others couldn't bear it and blinked hard to relieve the agonizing feeling. Some people couldn't stand it anymore and let go of their guns, raising their hands to wipe the sweat from their eyes.

Before it even touched his eyes, the squad leader's furious roar, as he patrolled the entire area, rang out.

"What are you doing? If you can't even handle this little bit of hardship, you still want to be a soldier? You might as well go home early. There are vehicles waiting for you outside the military region. You can go home anytime. If I see even one person moving again, I'll add another ten minutes to your schedule."

The raised hands slowly lowered. These top students were all proud, how could they allow themselves to falter in such a small physical training exercise?