Chapter 40 The Evolution of a Class Beauty

There comes a thunderbolt out of the blue. Naturally, there must be a sunny day first, and then there will be a thunderbolt.

Before the end of the week, Ning Song became a little famous in school.

This time he became famous not because of the complicated relationship between him and the big guys, but entirely because of his personal reasons.

On Thursday afternoon, Ning Song officially entered the 10-meter breathing, rifle shooting group.

Few people in their physical education class would leave halfway, so when Ning Song came in wearing his shooting uniform, hundreds of people in the shooting class looked at him in unison. Even Qiao Qiao, who came in with him, felt overwhelmed by the attention.

Shooting has always been a sport with a large number of students in their school, but most of them are here to earn credits. For example, Qiao Qiao chose this sport because he thought it was not that hard and that he could pass the test after practicing for a long time. But it is not easy to become famous in this sport. Compared with God rewards hard work, this sport depends more on talent. Everyone shoots for fun, and few people have particularly good talent.

Therefore, Qiao Qiao was hopeful. He really hoped that his good friend could surprise everyone today!

He had heard too much ridicule about Ning Song in the Upper East.

It has been talked about almost non-stop since the day they entered school. Even now, when people talk about Ning Song, they always talk about how he is with Pu Yu, how he is with Qin Yi, how he is with Sheng Yan and Li You. The reason why these have become hot topics is that, to put it bluntly, everyone thinks Ning Song is too ordinary. The underlying logic is: he is so ordinary, but he has such and such relationships with the big guys.

Qiao Qiao really hopes that Ning Song can slap these people in the face with actual action today!

His good friend is not only sunny and hardworking, but he also has many talents that others don't know about. He is definitely not the useless bean sprout in their eyes!

The shooting uniforms of their school are generally loose, and Ningsong is thin, so they don't fit well when she wears them. However, the shooting uniforms are designed in a cool style, and Ningsong looks much taller and stronger.

The teaching assistants are in charge of the other students, and their coach Zhou is only responsible for instructing Ning Song today.

Ningsong shooting is all about observing others and imitating them, but many details are not well grasped.

Coach Zhou instructed him for a while, starting with focusing the laser pen to test his stability.

At first, only the students next to him stopped and leaned over to look at him.

Because the laser pointer in Ningsong's hand was almost motionless, it was terrifyingly steady.

Next, Coach Zhou tested his ability to stack shells.

Stacking shells means stacking small-caliber bullets with a diameter of only 5 mm one by one vertically.

At this time their assistant teacher came over.

Because of the breath-holding and reverence, he pursed his lips and counted to ten.

Qiao Qiao's hands were shaking as she took the photo with her cell phone.

Finally, other students came over.

Because Ningsong is about to start shooting.

Qiao Qiao was very nervous. He took out his cell phone and took a picture of Ning Song. His palms were sweating as the camera scanned the crowd.

I'm afraid that Ningsong won't be strong enough at the critical moment.

But Ningsong's psychological quality was too strong, visible to the naked eye. He held the gun, and his lonely and thin body seemed to be fixed there.

Ning Song really likes shooting.

When he was highly concentrated, he felt that his surroundings were particularly quiet.

I don’t know if it was really quiet or if he blocked out all the sounds.

He also knew that everyone was watching him, so he held the gun, calmed himself, and fired several shots in succession.

After he finished shooting, he relaxed and checked the results.

Coach Zhou didn't expect him to shoot so well.

Ningsong has good coordination and stability, which he knows, but shooting is a magical event, and even the masters may not be stable every time. In addition to talent and gun sense, there is also psychological quality.

There were so many people watching, he thought Ning Song's performance would be a little worse than the last time he came to see him.

Unexpectedly, Ning Song shot four ten-ring shots and a bunch of nine-ring shots, with an average score of 9.78.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Qiao Qiao screamed wildly on the phone.

While screaming, they did not forget to take photos. They not only posted them on Facebook, but also sent them to all the friends they knew in common.

Not only are there shooting results, but there is also a photo that praises shooting.

He had long thought that Ningsong looked handsome when shooting.

In the photo, Ningsong has a serious expression, a standard shooting posture, and a black and blue shooting suit. He looks extremely handsome.

This photo was also forwarded on the forum.

Because Ning Song was wearing a shooting suit and was only shown in profile, no one recognized him at first.

"Who, who do you say this is? Bean sprouts?!"

“Is he that tall?”

"The official height is over 175cm, but it seems to be 177 or 178cm. He is just skinny, he is not short!"

"Fuck, I almost said I could."

“It looks pretty cool this way.”

"Very cool! And it is said that he just transferred to the □□ shooting team and scored several ten-rings!"

"Lucky!"

"Go and try and see if everyone has this kind of luck. If you can hit the black ring, you're awesome."

"Ten-meter air, the ten rings of the rifle are only 0.5 mm! This is really a natural talent. Not everyone can keep their hands from shaking and the muzzle of the gun from moving. It is difficult to achieve this through training alone. This is a natural feeling for the gun."

"Ten rings? Ning Song got ten rings?!"

"What's amazing about him is not that he scored 10 rings, but that most of his scores were above 9 rings. He was so stable that it was terrifying. It was said that Coach Zhou was so excited."

"My classmates in the shooting class said that our entire shooting hall was blown away! I dare not say that he is a genius, but I can only say that this kid does have some talent!"

Lian Sheng Yan and the others were very excited.

They had all played □□ before and knew how impressive this result was, not to mention that Ning Song had never received any professional training before.

Sheng Yan saved the photo of Ning Song shooting on his mobile phone.

Li Qingyuan smiled: "This boy is really handsome."

Looking at the photos of him shooting, he really looks completely different from his usual image, very stable.

Qiao Qiao also gathered all his friends into a group called "Qiao Ning Shooting Club", and he also posted a video of Ning Song shooting in the group.

In the more than ten seconds of video, Ning Song shot very steadily without even blinking.

It’s really cool. Even Li Qingyuan thinks he is cool, let alone others.

Sheng Yan was sending a lot of emoticons in the group, the kind that looked like howling dogs.

It almost flooded the screen.

"We have to celebrate whatever we say today." Sheng Yan said.

"Then A Yan will treat us." Li Qingyuan agreed.

"How are you going to celebrate? Call me." Qiao Qiao followed.

Fan Duoduo said: "Wow, the God of Guns."

Ning Song said: "Please call me the future Ten-meter Qi, Rifle King."

Sheng Yan: "Ten-meter little overlord."

Qiao Qiao: “Hahahahahahaha.”

Because Ning Song's performance was so outstanding, Coach Zhou kept him after class and gave him a detailed assessment. When he came out of the shooting hall, it was already dark.

As soon as I came out, I saw Sheng Yan and Li Qingyuan waiting at the door.

"Let's go and celebrate." Sheng Yan smiled.

Ning Song carried her bag and said, "I'll call Brother Yu."

Sheng Yan smiled and said nothing.

He felt that the relationship between Ning Song and Pu Yu was a bit too close, and Ning Song would basically take Pu Yu with him wherever he went.

Taking too much care of that silent person.

Fortunately, he heard Ning Song say, "Okay then."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Qiao asked, "He's not coming?"

“He’s still in training,” Ning Song said.

Sheng Yan smiled: "Let's go, four people are just right."

Sheng Yan's attack was too fierce.

This has to do with personality and his usual behavior. Just because he can do it doesn't mean others can do it. Pu Yu can't pursue so fiercely and naturally.

Sheng Yan and his friends went to the food court to eat, and this time they finally went to the restaurant that Qiao Qiao had always wanted to take Ning Song to.

A few boys were making a lot of noise, and their laughter could be heard through the glass.

Qin Yi finished his meal and passed by. The person next to him gestured inside.

Qin Yi saw Ning Song sitting by the window, smiling brightly.

He also saw the photos of the shooting.

Now he knows everything about Ning Song.

After seeing the photos of him shooting and then looking at him as a person, I felt that this bean sprout seemed to have really grown taller, with the vague outline of a young man. Sitting there, he was not much shorter than Li Qingyuan and the others.

When they were leaving after dinner, Sheng Yan pushed the door open, his nose touched Ning Song's hair, and he asked, "Have you grown taller recently?"

Qiao Qiao said: "I think so too!"

Ning Song himself didn't feel it. He weighed himself regularly to observe his weight changes. He had gained more than ten pounds.

He stood next to Sheng Yan and compared with him.

There is still a big gap.

Sheng Yan put his hand on his shoulder and looked at the reflections of the two people in the glass window.

He actually thought it was a pleasure to see them both standing together.

I took out my phone and took a photo.

Qiao Qiao said: "Here in the pharmacy, you can measure your height and weight."

The four of them went in and took a test.

Li Qingyuan said: "Don't look at my weight, look at my height, 185cm."

Qiao Qiao said: "Don't look at my height, look at my weight, 125, very standard."

Sheng Yan stood up and imitated him: "Look at my height, look at my weight."

Height 187cm, weight 141kg, very well-proportioned and strong body.

Does this handsome guy have any flaws?

Ning Song finally stood up and said, "Please don't look at my weight or my height, thank you."

Qiao Qiao took a photo with her phone: "Weight 112, height... Shit, you're almost 1.80 meters tall."

Ning Song looked carefully, 179.33.

He has really grown taller! When he entered school, his height was measured at only 177.81!

He was really happy.

Although I know that I am only seventeen years old and there is still room for development, people are very different. Some boys are basically shaped in junior high school, and it is relatively late for them to develop in high school.

Maybe he has caught up with all the conditions now, has adequate nutrition, and is healthier than before. He thinks that if he grows a little faster, he might be able to grow to 1.8 meters.

From now on he will also be a 180cm tall boy!

"She's just still too thin." Sheng Yan said.

"I've gained more than ten pounds." Ning Song said.

You can't become fat in one breath. He was originally an extremely ordinary boy, without the halo of the male protagonist. He changed slowly step by step, which was good.

He is very satisfied!

He also saw a fitness club nearby with some boys working out. When he saw this, he suddenly thought of Li You and asked Qiao Qiao, "Is Brother You teaching Sanda?"

Sheng Yan asked: "Isn't he a boxer?"

"He is also very good at Sanda," said Qiao Qiao.

"You want to learn?" Sheng Yan saw what Ning Song meant, "I'm a black belt in Taekwondo, do you want to be my disciple?"

"Sanda is still more practical," Ning Song said.

"Why do you want to learn it?"

"Let's fight." Ning Song said, "In the future, if you see someone like Qin Yi, you don't have to run away, just kick him away."

Sheng Yan looked at Ning Song's thin body and smiled.

Ning Song asked, "You don't believe it?"

"letter."

Sheng Yan really believed it. He didn't think Ning Song was just dreaming. He really believed that Ning Song would be able to kick someone like Qin Yi away one day.

The one he liked was never the thin and weak Ningsong who needed protection, even though Ningsong seemed to easily arouse his sympathy and desire. The Ningsong in his heart was sunny, calm, strong, and hardworking.

He has the appearance of a jasmine flower, but the soul of a tree.

He can foresee his future prosperity.

Pu Yu's physical education class today lasted until about eight o'clock in the evening. He was still in training when Ning Song called him. After class, he went to eat something and then sent a message to Ning Song, asking him how his training went today.

As he returned it, he thought, if it weren't for Shen Lingsi, Ning Song would probably be waiting for him in his dormitory now.

Ning Song probably was busy and didn't reply. He then opened the group created by Qiao Qiao.

He had looked at this group during breaks in training, and he saw Sheng Yan constantly refreshing the screen with a bunch of emoticons, looking very surprised and showing off. He was too lazy to read it, so he simply set the group to not be disturbed by messages.

When I opened the group message, I saw the video sent by Qiao Qiao.

He saw a tranquility he had never seen before.

Surrounded by a group of boys, with several teachers standing behind him, he held the gun and shot, motionless and expressionless.

After the shooting, he turned to look at the coach, and tilted his head when he heard the results.

He tilted his head slightly, with almost no change in expression, except for the slight raise of his thin eyebrows. He looked so cool that it was almost strange, but it made his heart beat violently for a moment. Then he looked at Qiao Qiao's camera calmly and smiled.

The pale and thin face instantly became colorful, and the smile lines on the lips were so beautiful.

Pu Yu finished reading the chat records and saw Ning Song's grades and the compliments from Sheng Yan and others.

After dinner, Pu Yu walked towards the classroom.

As expected, Ning Song and Qiao Qiao were both in the study room. Ning Song was working on the English test that he had assigned to her. Perhaps she was not doing it very well, so she grabbed her hair with one hand, then tilted her head back, squinted her eyes and recited silently.

He worked really hard, like a rising sun, wanting to shine brighter.

He knocked on the window twice. Ningsong opened his eyes and looked forward. When he saw him, he immediately leaned forward and lay on the window. The night wind ruffled his hair. He said with great joy, "Are you done?"

Pu Yu hummed and felt that Ning Song's smile was like a ray of light.

Ning Song said, "After we finished our meal today, I went to measure my height and weight. Do you know how tall I am now?"

"How high?"

"179.33!"

Pu Yu smiled, nodded sweatily, and stretched out his hand to touch Ning Song's face. Ning Song smiled and stepped back, and the wind blew the smell of Pu Yu's sweat and the scent of mint on his body over.

Ning Song packed her schoolbag and asked Qiao Qiao, "Are you going?"

Qiao Qiao shook his head: "It's not finished yet!"

Ning Song left first, coming out of the classroom with a schoolbag slung over her shoulder and a box of white peach jasmine milk in her hand.

Pu Yu had a high-intensity confrontation training today and was very tired. He had a full meal, his blood sugar level rose, and he was a little sleepy, but Ning Song kept chattering, as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time and he had a lot to say to him. He talked about his performance in the physical education class today, and felt that he was lucky to have changed classes. He said that he would practice this well in the future and that he would aim to be over 1.8 meters tall.

There is almost no trace of the calmness and ruthlessness he showed when shooting.

Pu Yu listened silently. The night was dark and the white calamus trees were sparse. The scene of spring was no longer there and the campus had become gloomy. But he felt it was as pleasant as a sunny day. He felt that the campus had never been so bright and beautiful, and it made him feel happy.

Until Sheng Yan called.

I don’t know what Sheng Yan said. It was a very brief phone call. Ning Song just said “I got it” and hung up. It seemed like God was particularly kind to him today.

"You sent me a message?" Ning Song checked his phone and said, "I just saw it."

Pu Yu said "hmm" and asked, "What does Sheng Yan want to see you about?"

"He told me not to go back alone but to go with Qiao Qiao."

Pu Yu hummed again, and suddenly stretched out his arm and put it on Ning Song's shoulder.

This should be a common action between boys, Ning Song and Qiao Qiao often do this, and sometimes when they win a game, their teammates will hug his neck like this when they are excited. Since this is the most common action, he should be able to do it too, and find an outlet for the love that is overflowing in him at the moment.

His arm was against his bare neck, Ning smiled and turned to look at him: "You are so hot."

"Yes, he has grown taller." Pu Yu said.

Ning Song shook his head, his slightly curly hair brushed his nose, Pu Yu raised his chin slightly, let him go, and walked with his hand pinching the back of Ning Song's neck. Ning Song seemed to have thought of something: "Hold it with your hand."

Pu Yu was stunned for a moment, then understood Ning Song's meaning and shook his hand completely.

Ning Song's neck was so thin that his fingers touched his small Adam's apple, rolling and rubbing against his fingertips.

Feeling a little itchy, Ning Song said, "Look, I told you your hands are big, they're almost covering my neck!"

Pu Yu looked down at his hands, holding Ning Song's neck. The difference was so great, but it made his blood boil. For a moment, he wanted to hold his neck, kiss him whether he was willing or not, block his mouth, and eat his flexible tongue.

He wanted to very much.