Chapter 155 The Shooting Range Bet
Su Wantang ignored him; all her attention was focused on the man behind her.
An invisible confrontation has begun.
During the brief rest period, Chu Yunfei seemed determined to regain all the face she had just lost.
Without saying a word, she walked to the rapid-fire target, picked up the pistol, and nodded to her assistant.
As the target was erected, she moved.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The crisp gunshots rang out in a continuous line, almost without a noticeable gap. Her movements were as fast as lightning; every raise of her hand and every shot was full of power and beauty.
Five bullets were fired, the target fell, and all hit the bullseye.
"good!"
"As expected of Captain Chu!"
A burst of enthusiastic cheers immediately erupted around her, and the military wives looked at her with eyes full of admiration.
Chu Yunfei put down the still-smoking pistol, picked up a towel to wipe it, and her gaze seemingly casually swept over Bai Zhu not far away:
"Shooting is a soldier's duty and a manifestation of will. Unlike some things that are all show and no substance, good to look at but useless inside."
The barbs in those words were sharp and pointed, piercing straight at Bai Zhu.
Several military wives who wanted to curry favor with Chu Yunfei immediately understood and chimed in with their own opinions.
"Of course, our Sister Yunfei got here through her own hard work, unlike some capitalist's daughters who are delicate and fragile, and would fall over if the wind blew them down."
"Exactly, only a brigade commander would appreciate someone like that. If they actually went to the battlefield, they'd be a burden!"
"Hey, keep your voices down, she's the brigade commander's darling."
That's what they said, but everyone could tell from that sarcastic tone.
As Chu Yunfei listened to these flattering remarks, the smile on her lips grew even wider. This was exactly the effect she wanted; she wanted everyone to see who was truly worthy of standing beside Lu Jingyan.
She strode forward and walked straight to Bai Shu, her face bearing the magnanimity of a victor.
"Miss Bai, since you're here, why don't you play a couple of rounds?"
She curled her lips into a smile like a fox: "We won't bully you. We'll bet on this: a 50-meter target with five bullets."
She paused, her contempt almost undisguised: "As long as you hit the target, you win, how about that?"
"As for the prize..." she said loudly, glancing around.
"I'd like to ask all the ladies here to each drink a bottle of soda!"
This bet, though seemingly easy, is actually extremely malicious.
Setting the stakes so low is a clear way of telling you that I don't take you seriously, this is just a game.
But if you don't dare to answer, then you're a coward, confirming their assessment that you're "all show and no substance."
If you win, what can happen to a complete novice who can't even hold a gun properly in front of a sharpshooter, except to make a fool of himself?
She had Bai Zhu firmly on the verge of disaster, caught in a dilemma.
Lu Jingyan's face instantly darkened, and the air pressure around him became frighteningly low.
Just as he was about to refuse, a soft little hand pressed down on his arm.
Su Wantang looked up and gave him a reassuring smile.
Then, she turned her head, calmly looked at Chu Yunfei who had a smug look on her face, and nodded slightly.
"OK,"
"I'll give it a try."
Her composure surprised everyone.
The entire training ground fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a chorus of suppressed chatter.
"She actually dared to agree?"
"Are you crazy? Isn't this just asking for humiliation?"
"This is going to be good! This is going to be good!"
Chu Yunfei's smugness deepened; she was just waiting for Bai Shu to fall into this trap.
Lu Jingyan frowned and whispered in her ear, "Wantang, don't be silly."
"I know what I'm doing," Su Wantang said calmly.
She wasn't being unreasonable, nor was she acting on impulse.
She knew very well that if she backed down today, Chu Yunfei's provocations would never end. The gossip in the compound would swarm around her like flies.
She is now "Bai Shu," Lu Jingyan's wife, and she cannot show any weakness.
Because in this circle, weakness is the original sin.
She broke free from Lu Jingyan's hand and walked step by step toward the shooting position.
All eyes in the room were on her.
She could feel the mockery, contempt, and schadenfreude in those gazes.
Su Wantang walked to the shooting position and picked up the heavy pistol.
It was heavy, and a cold sensation came from my palm.
She took a deep breath and silently practiced the breath control method from the Taiyi Xuanjing in her mind.
In her previous life, she fought against illness for ten years. The first thing she learned was to control her breathing and calm her heartbeat.
She slowly closed her eyes.
The surrounding noise and chatter seemed to fade away at that moment.
In her world, only her own heartbeat and breath remained.
In his mind, scenes from the Inheritance Book Pavilion about the lower body stability techniques of the Bagua Step flashed by.
Focus your energy in your lower abdomen, slightly separate your feet, and lower your center of gravity.
Although it was just a simple standing posture, her lower body seemed to be rooted to the ground.
When she opened her eyes again, her entire demeanor changed abruptly.
If she was a traditional Chinese ink painting that needed careful nurturing just now, then she is now an ancient sword that has been drawn from its sheath, its sharpness concealed.
Calm, focused, and possessing a power that makes one's heart race.
Lu Jingyan, who had been staring intently at her, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
He was the first to notice her change. It felt like on a battlefield, a seemingly harmless civilian suddenly revealing the aura of a top assassin.
Chu Yunfei also sensed something was wrong. Her smile faded slightly, and her brows furrowed.
Bai Shu raised his hand and held up his gun.
The movements weren't standard, even a bit clumsy, but the hand holding the gun was as steady as a piece of steel welded to a table, completely still.
"Bang!"
The first shot rang out.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Five gunshots rang out, continuous and rhythmic, neither hurried nor slow, one after another.
Everyone held their breath.
Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.
A few seconds later, the voice of the target reporter came through the loudspeaker in the distance, and there was a strong sense of disbelief in his voice.
"Fifty-meter chest-ring target, five bullets, all hit the target!"
"The scores are—seven rings, seven rings, eight rings, six rings, and eight rings!"
The entire venue was deathly silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
What...what's going on?
All hit the target?
There's another eight-ring ring? Two eight-ring ring rings?
Is this some kind of joke?
A "weak Hong Kong businessman" who was handling a gun for the first time, and a "canary" whom they thought was there to make a fool of themselves, actually achieved such results.
Although this achievement is nothing to mention in front of a professional like Chu Yunfei.
But for a beginner, this is nothing short of a miracle! It's something that should never happen!
"boom--"
After the deathly silence came a deafening chorus of discussion.
"Holy crap! Did I hear that right? All of them are on target?"
"Is it fake? Did the target reporter make a mistake?"
"How could that be! The way she held the gun just now, she was clearly an amateur!"
Gao Jianjun's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg. He rubbed his eyes hard, then picked at his ears, muttering to himself:
"My goodness...is my sister-in-law...is she even human?"
Chu Yunfei's face instantly changed like a palette of colors, alternating between green and white, before finally turning into a ghastly blue.
This result was even more upsetting to her than the fact that the atractylodes macrocephala missed its target.
This was like a silent slap in the face, landing hard on her cheek.
She set a trap, waiting to see people make a fool of themselves, but instead of being embarrassed, they won everyone's attention in a way that was glorious in defeat.
Those military wives who had been echoing her just moments before all shut their mouths tightly, their faces burning with embarrassment.
Among the crowd, only Lu Jingyan was present.
He looked at the slender yet upright figure standing in front of the shooting position, his eyes filled with undisguised pride.
Su Wantang slowly lowered the pistol, the smoke from the muzzle still lingering.
She turned around, looked at Chu Yunfei whose face was extremely pale, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
“Captain Chu,” she said softly, “I won.”
"Please remember to bring everyone's soft drinks."
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