"I think she's just being pretentious and trying to attract attention. She has a good gun but insists on using a bad one. If she makes a mistake, will she blame the gun? A true master should be able to handle any weapon, not rely on a particular gun."

At this moment, Jiang Yan realized that Bai Wei's words had a hidden meaning. He thought to himself, Bai Wei always discussed academic matters with him in a matter-of-fact manner, so why was she acting so strangely today?

Bai Wei's words immediately reignited the discussions that had just subsided.

"Bai Wei has a point. If you're really capable, what kind of gun do you use?"

"Exactly, what if it was just luck this time? But if it happens again, things might not be so sure."

Li Yue seemed to have found a pillar of support and echoed, "That's right, I think she's just afraid that if she uses a good gun, her performance won't be as good as Jiang Yan's, so she deliberately uses a bad gun so that she'll have an excuse even if she doesn't shoot well."

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the firing range became eerie.

Supporters and critics mingled, and all eyes were on Su Tang, Zhang Ruobing, and Lei Kuan on the platform, awaiting the final verdict.

Zhang Ruobing hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lei Kuan on the platform and asked for instructions with her eyes.

Lei Kuan's perpetually icy face revealed no emotion. He simply gave Su Tang a deep look, and then slowly nodded.

A single nod sealed everything.

Zhang Ruobing took a deep breath, put away the good gun, turned around, and handed the "useless gun" with the skewed sights back to Su Tang.

"As you wish." Her voice was cold and indifferent. "The assessment begins."

Su Tang calmly took the familiar gun; it was cold to the touch, with a slightly unsettling, stiff feel.

But in her hands, the gun seemed to come alive.

She weighed the gun again, feeling the butt against her shoulder.

Then, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, she strode to her shooting position.

Her whole world seemed to fall silent at that moment, and the noisy discussions disappeared instantly.

All she could hear was the biting wind sweeping across the shooting range, whipping up the sand and dust on the ground with a whooshing sound.

She could even hear the students' heavy breathing and the pounding of their hearts.

All that remained in everyone's eyes was the lone target fifty meters away and the slender yet rock-solid figure in front of it.

She raised her gun.

Her movements were slow but clean and efficient, as if she and the gun had become one.

Without much aiming, without the slightest hesitation.

Just when everyone thought she would spend time doing meticulous calculations like Jiang Yan—

She has completed the entire process of holding the gun, aiming, and controlling her breathing.

Those unusually bright eyes narrowed slightly, shutting out all the light and noise, leaving only the blurry bullseye at the end of the line.

Under everyone's breathless gaze, she pressed the first joint of her index finger back with unwavering determination.

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A note from the author:

Will this shot be a perfect score, or a miss and elimination?

I'll bet you a bag of White Rabbit milk candy, guess the result!

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