After Long Aotian was surprised, he immediately started to prepare.

The crowd was so shocked that they were speechless. Most of them who came to the shooting range couldn't even practice well with fixed targets, and it was difficult for them to hit ten rings, let alone hit moving targets. At this moment, they actually saw someone going to compete in shooting moving targets. They were so excited that they immediately shouted to watch.

Lu Wanwan walked to Han Jingmo's side, took his arm with both hands, and looked at him with admiration with starry eyes: "My dear wife, how can you be so awesome!"

Han Jingmo glanced at her with sidelong eyes.

Lu Wanwan touched his nose and continued to praise fearlessly: "Really, really, you were so handsome just now that I wanted to commit a crime! So cool!"

Han Jingmo shook his head slightly, accepting her unconventional compliment.

Zhao Jingxing leaned against the wall, lowered his eyes, and had a calm expression that showed no emotion. His left hand touched the black wrist guard on his right hand.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "It's raining!"

"Oh my god, why is it raining suddenly? It must affect our vision. We can't shoot anymore."

"Even for the best shooters, it's very disadvantageous in the rain. It will affect their performance."

...

Lu Wanwan reached out to catch it. There was a drizzle in the air, which would definitely affect outdoor competitions, not to mention that they were shooting at moving targets, which made it even more difficult.

"It's raining, are you two still going to compete?" Lu Wanwan turned around and asked them.

Han Jingmo glanced at the rain mist in the sky and didn't care.

Zhao Jingxing raised his eyes, and a lazy arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "Since we are here."

It means, let's compete.

Lu Wanwan pouted, not quite understanding, must we decide the winner? Can't we just play around?

Over there, the mobile target site has been prepared, and everyone walked over.

Fortunately, people were standing under the pavilion, so they would not get wet in the rain, but the target was in the open space, and the rain curtain affected the vision. Let alone getting a good score, it was difficult to hit the target.

Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing were calm and composed from beginning to end, but the crowd was extremely excited and they wished they were the ones to compete:

"Guess who will win this time?"

"It's hard to say. Both rounds ended in 100 points. There's no winner at all."

"Yeah, they can get ten shots and ten rings even with their eyes blindfolded. They're both masters. It's really hard to say."

...

Long Aotian suddenly shouted with full energy: "Of course our boss wins!"

At this time, Lu Wanwan had to support Han Jingmo, but Zhao Jingxing was also a friend, so she couldn't support him too openly, so she leaned over to Han Jingmo's ear and said to him: "Winning is better, but losing doesn't matter."

Han Jingmo glanced at her dimly.

Lu Wanwan tightened her lips and immediately expressed her loyalty: "But I absolutely believe in you, mua."

Zhao Jingxing suddenly looked at her with a half-smile.

Lu Wanwan shook her head: "Come on, you too, winning or losing is not important."

"Thank you, goddess." Zhao Jingxing nonchalantly withdrew his gaze.

Long Aotian seemed to be struck by lightning, and froze in place. Goddess?

That little girl with double ponytails, pink skirt, and who looked like a high school student is the boss's goddess?

Are you sure you're not mistaken?

But the goddess has a boyfriend!

But it doesn't matter, the corner of the wall is used to pry!

Long Aotian glared at Han Jingmo fiercely, and whispered to Zhao Jingxing: "Come on, boss, kill him! Get the goddess back!"

"Don't bother." Zhao Jingxing pushed Long Aotian away again without mercy.

Soon, the moving target shooting began.

Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing raised their guns with their right hands at the same time, observing the distance to the target through the blurry rain curtain. At this time, the target began to move slowly.

A whistle sounded, and the two pulled the trigger at the same time. With a bang, the first shot was fired, and the scorer showed ten rings respectively!

The onlookers were shocked as never before. In such bad weather, a moving target could actually hit ten rings! What a concept? This is not a human, it is simply a god!

Everyone wanted to scream excitedly, but for fear of affecting the two people on the field, they could only clench their fists and hold back from making a sound.

Almost without stopping, the two fired the second shot again, the third shot...

"Bang bang bang--"

The sound of gunfire continued.

Lu Wanwan's eyes widened. There was no need for analysis and judgment? Or was the time they spent judging the target's position negligible?

In a blink of an eye, all ten shots were fired.

The scorer quickly tallied the results.

Han Jingmo: 100 points.

Zhao Jingxing: 100 points.

"Fuck! Ten shots and ten rings again! Am I seeing things?"

"If the last two rounds can be attributed to luck, this time it's definitely strength. This shooting method can definitely knock down a whole boat of people!"

"So the two of you are tied again?"

"Of course, both have 100 points, what else can we do?"

"No, no, there's a time display here. This guy took one second more than the other guy."

...

Hearing this, Lu Wanwan's heart suddenly rose to her throat. Just now she only looked at the score and not the time. Who took one second more than who? When

Long Aotian heard this, he immediately opened his eyes wide to carefully distinguish.

Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing still had calm expressions on their faces, and it was impossible to tell their emotions.

Long Aotian's teeth clattered when he saw the result. The boss...actually took one second longer than Han Jingmo!

He was absolutely dissatisfied with this result. In his mind, Zhao Jingxing's shooting skills were always invincible.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the back.

Long Aotian looked up. It was Zhao Jingxing. He smiled and said, "That's enough." He still spoke in a lazy and casual tone.

Long Aotian snorted unwillingly and stood up with a tense and angry look on his face.

Lu Wanwan heaved a long sigh of relief. She was even more nervous than if she were on the field herself. She shook Han Jingmo's hand, tilted her eyes and smiled, bright and lively: "Congratulations."

Han Jingmo held her hand tightly, but there was no joy of victory in his heart.

If it was for Lu Wanwan at the beginning, he wanted to compete with Zhao Jingxing, and now, Zhao Jingxing's shooting skills have completely aroused his desire for war. It has nothing to do with love, but a passionate fight between men.

It is undeniable that Zhao Jingxing is a rare opponent.

Although he was a second slower, the crowd still praised him. After all, ten shots and ten rings on the moving target, and it was raining, this result was too rare, as if witnessing history.

After a short break, the four of them went their separate ways at the shooting range.

Long Aotian looked at Han Jingmo's back as he drove away, hummed twice, and then saw that the wristband on Zhao Jingxing's right hand was wet, and asked in confusion: "Boss, I just realized why you suddenly wore a wristband, it's all wet, I'll change you a new one."

After that, he asked someone to bring a new wristband.

Zhao Jingxing took it, and when he took off the wristband, Long Aotian found that he had a bandage on his wrist, and was shocked: "Boss, your hand is injured?"

"Minor injury."

"Then in the game just now..." If he hadn't been injured, he would definitely not have lost that second.

"It doesn't matter if it affects the game." Zhao Jingxing lowered his eyes and put on the clean new wristband. Losing a second is losing a second.