Chapter 85: Laughter
Pei Yanzhi slowly folded the eyeglass cloth, put it in the case, and put on his glasses.
He's back to his usual suave, depraved self.
"I didn't expect Huanhuan to be so clever. Before I even made a move, she used public opinion to get rid of Bai Yutang herself." Pei Yanzhi's voice was tinged with laughter, and his tone revealed a hint of doting affection.
The subordinates stood aside without saying a word.
"By the way, isn't there a military training performance at Peking University on September 22nd? Please inform the school and ask them to reserve a spot for me."
Pei Yanzhi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking languid. He spoke slowly, but his words carried a heavy sense of pressure.
"Yes, sir."
"There's one more thing. Send someone to talk to the dean of the School of Foreign Languages at Peking University and ask him to invite Pei Yi'an to give a lecture at the school."
Upon hearing this, his subordinates hesitated slightly.
"Can...can I agree to this?"
Pei Yi'an has now been promoted to chief translator, so how could she possibly be so easily invited to Peking University?
Even for the sake of such a ridiculous-sounding title of propaganda.
Pei Yanzhi smiled slightly: "She will agree. Her daughter and her most beloved niece are there. I will talk to her."
His subordinate nodded, not daring to ask any more questions.
He turned around and went to take care of his business.
Aunt, you've forgotten your daughter for so long, it's time you remembered her.
Pei Yanzhi looked out the window.
Today, the sky over Beijing is cloudless, a seamless expanse of blue.
...
On the other side, at the Kyoto University military training ground.
The students in the English class were painfully pressing their toes and keeping their legs still.
Over time, they all started shaking as if they had Parkinson's disease.
Xu Yihuan held the belt, having submitted a report for what felt like the umpteenth time.
The burly Instructor Zhang walked around the group.
His tone was serious, but not harsh: "Hang in there."
"Things are going well in the company now. Later, the battalion commander will conduct assessments within the battalion and weed out some students who aren't good at marching."
"And these students will be selected to go to the physical training camp."
"The physical training camp is very tiring, and I don't want to see you all in the physical training camp again."
Upon hearing this, everyone could only grit their teeth and persevere.
They don't want to replace another instructor like Bai Yutang.
Just then, gunshots rang out continuously from directly in front.
They didn't even need to look up to know it was the math class.
During training this afternoon, the math class was originally behind them.
But ever since the targets and a basket of guns were brought over, there wasn't enough space at the back, so they were moved to the front.
While they were constantly fixing their legs, the math class had already started practicing shooting.
Everyone heard this sound.
I couldn't help but feel envious.
Why can the differences between people be so great?
They really wanted to go shoot too...
Amidst the volleys of gunfire, the group's enthusiasm for keeping their legs still waned. Unable to lower their heads, they all drooped their eyelids.
I restrained myself from looking at it.
"Wow!" A tacit exclamation rang out.
The students in the English class couldn't help but look up again.
Looking in the direction of the sound.
Tan Zhixu stood lazily about ten meters away from the target, his body turned to the side.
He had one hand in his pocket and a gun in the other.
With the sound of a gunshot, the bullet struck the very center of the bullseye!
Several more gunshots rang out.
Several bullets were fired in succession.
One of them shot out again from the hole that had just been pierced! The other two also hit the eighth and ninth rings respectively!
Keep in mind that it's already quite an achievement to keep steady when firing continuously from a pistol, let alone achieve such a high accuracy.
Everyone was amazed, and even the nearby instructors' eyes were fixed on him.
Xu Yihuan looked at Tan Zhixu, her eyes shining with envy.
Shooting is really fun, but I can only stay here with my legs still.
After touching the ground with her toes countless times, Xu Yihuan finally couldn't hold on any longer.
It was placed directly on the ground.
In an instant, the soreness in my legs seemed to surge up, a tingling and numb sensation.
Just as Xu Yihuan was about to open her mouth to give a report, she heard a loud and clear voice say, "Stop!"
Just as Xu Yihuan was still reaching out to massage her legs.
Instructor Zhang walked straight towards Xu Yihuan.
"You, and you, plus you, all three of you, go next door."
Instructor Zhang looked around and picked out two boys and one girl.
"Instructor Xiao is short-handed. He said the three of you are good at marching, so go over there and try shooting."
The voice was like heavenly music, a sudden and delightful surprise.
The three of them eagerly packed their things.
He turned and left without looking back.
The remaining people watched their retreating figures with envy in their eyes.
Instructor Xiao led them through several days of military training.
Now, going to the neighboring company feels like going back to my mother's home.
"I vaguely remember the three of you. Your marching is quite good. Go get your guns and fire them for me to see."
If you can march steadily, you shouldn't miss when shooting a gun.
Xu Yihuan touched the somewhat heavy fake gun.
I couldn't help but admire it.
It's quite realistic.
I remembered how coolly Tan Zhixu looked shooting earlier.
Xu Yihuan was eager to try.
She had never touched a gun in her entire life.
Stand in front of the target.
Listening to Instructor Xiao reciting the key points.
"Grip the handle firmly with your main hand, keeping the web of your thumb and forefinger close to the ground, and naturally pull the trigger with your index finger."
"Pay attention to the three points in a straight line..."
Xu Yihuan held a gun in her hand and stood sideways.
Patiently waiting, as soon as the instructor finished speaking, Xu Yihuan fired the bullet from her gun.
"Bang!"
The bullet flew out.
The recoil from firing the gun caused Xu Yihuan to stumble back a few steps.
The group, who had been chatting, instinctively looked at the target after hearing the sound.
After realizing the situation, they all fell silent.
Yeah, we missed the target.
Two seconds later, whispers and murmurs, accompanied by faint laughter, rose up like a tide.
"Pfft, hahaha, what is this?"
"No way, I thought it would be something amazing, they started right away without even letting me finish speaking, and this is all?"
"That's hilarious. With skills like that, they shouldn't be making a fool of themselves in public."
"What the hell is this?"
...
After seeing that the person involved did not stop it, the discussion slowly began to grow louder.
Malice and mockery spread like vines, piercing straight to the heart.
Most of the people who said these things were from the math class.
After half an afternoon of training, they were at least less likely to miss the target.
Hearing these words, Pei Yutang pursed her lips and revealed a mocking smile. What an idiot, he can't even do this.
Xu Yihuan herself didn't think it was a big deal.
If you haven't tried it yourself, then you won't be ashamed no matter how it turns out the first time.
So Xu Yihuan was just tilting her head, trying to figure out how to shoot the pistol properly.
On the contrary, Instructor Xiao, upon hearing these taunts, immediately looked utterly bewildered.
"What are you laughing at?"
"It's normal to miss the target the first time you shoot."
Instructor Xiao looked around.
“Look, these ten targets, if I remember correctly, each of you should have had to come up and shoot at them twice.”
"At first, a few bullets went through it; you could count them on both hands."
"This is to prepare for the final military training performance. If you miss the target even when shooting, you won't get a chance to participate in the subsequent training, and you'll just be watching the military training performance."
"The title of model worker will only be selected from those who have performed in the event."
"Can you still laugh when you think about it like that?"
Since the start of military training, Instructor Xiao had almost never said such harsh words to them.
Everyone looked embarrassed for a moment.
Instructor Xiao silently observed the expressions on everyone's faces.
Back when he was in the army, he missed the target the first time he fired a gun, and he was ridiculed like Xu Yihuan is now.
However, Bai Yutang said something similar at the time, and also punished the others by making them run a rally race.
Therefore, when he encountered such a situation again, he naturally learned from Bai Yutang's approach.
Instructor Xiao's voice wasn't filled with intense anger; rather, it was calm and questioning, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"Tan Zhixu, go and teach Xu Yihuan."
Tan Zhixu is the best shooter in the whole class, so it seems reasonable to have him teach Xu Yihuan.
Instructor Xiao was definitely going to save Xu Yihuan for the final performance; otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted such time and energy.
I just heard what Instructor Xiao said about the benefits.
Everyone suddenly regretted mocking Xu Yihuan, and even more so regretted not practicing properly and missing this opportunity.
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