Chapter 135 Missing the Target, Reality, One Day Perhaps Tomorrow, or...
"Bang—!"
With a loud bang, almost in the blink of an eye, a bullet fired from the gun struck the target at the other end of the room.
Immediately afterwards, the old speaker hanging upside down from the ceiling announced the corresponding results:
"9.4".
Upon hearing this result, almost everyone in the underground shooting range turned their attention to the innermost compartment.
The only person at the front desk was the owner, who was still fiddling with his newly acquired vintage gun and making sarcastic remarks about the other guests' lack of knowledge.
When other guests raised questions, he simply gestured to the large screen next to him without looking up.
At this very moment, the highest position there still displays the 10.0 that Fu Ze set when he was inside Bogdan's body.
Therefore, Yuan Jianxing, who witnessed this amazing achievement at the same time as the boss and even at a closer distance, commented without reservation: "It's a significant regression."
Coughing, Fu Ze hugged the gun to his chest and said confidently, "I deliberately lowered the score to give face to a certain deputy director who only gave a 9.7."
That's true, but in reality, this is already the limit that Fu Ze can currently achieve.
Although both were under the command of Deer Ears, Carp Tail was assigned to impersonate Sparrow Feather midway through her training, so she was not selected to join the executive team like Bogdan and undergo the corresponding training.
Even if one has received some training for filming, the gap between amateur and professional is still enormous.
In addition, due to the requirements of his profession, Koi's height and muscle condition are far inferior to Bogdan's.
In conclusion, given the numerous constraints, Fu Ze felt that achieving a score of 9.4 already demonstrated his exceptional talent.
Admittedly, he could have used his GM authority to modify the trajectory of the bullets, ensuring that every shot hit the bullseye, but Fu Ze did not do so.
First, cheating will make the game lose its original fun.
followed by……
He raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, feeling the subtle vibrations coming from the bottom of his palm.
Ever since he retrieved the Special Key from the raven and began frequently using its abilities to repair this world, his heart rate has increased significantly, and it seems to be getting faster and faster.
This also indirectly proves that there is a cost to using the [special key].
Although Fu Ze avoided the main point by shifting the topic, thus deflecting Yuan Jianxing's earlier question, "What about your body?", the question was actually quite crucial.
As the foundation and core of the game's existence, the [Central Hub of All Things] is essentially a supercomputer pre-loaded with special algorithms.
Since it is a computer, it needs to perform calculations, which requires energy.
Although the game itself has been designed to shift the computational load from the player to the cloud as much as possible, it is still inevitable that some locally deployed hardware and human brains will be needed to participate in the corresponding calculations.
As a GM carrying a [special key], the burden is even greater, with almost no reduction in load.
After all, when it was first designed, no one considered that a "powerful" GM would need to stay in the game for a long time.
Another point that requires iterative optimization, Fu Ze thought with a bittersweet smile.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on in reality, and he didn't want to think about it.
On the other side, ignoring Fu Ze's teasing, Yuan Jianxing, having reloaded his bullets, pressed the button to request a moving target in the room and once again raised the muzzle of his gun.
Whenever he achieved the miracle of synchronized breathing and heartbeat, he would fire a shot at the target at the far end of the room, which was moving so fast that it was almost a blur.
However, after nine shots, before pulling the trigger for the last time, Yuan Jianxing subtly raised the muzzle of his gun by half an inch.
Given the current range distance and the extremely fast target movement speed, even a deviation of half an inch can result in a significant deviation.
Sure enough, the shot missed.
After calculating the scores from a total of ten bullets, the range's system, as usual, announced the scores:
9.9.
The underground shooting range, which had been noisy because of the "9.4" score, fell silent the moment the result was announced.
Immediately afterwards, the user named Yuan in the system saw his ranking on the big screen rise sharply, closely following Bogdan, who was in first place.
"Fair competition, you don't have to give way to me."
Removing his earplugs, Yuan Jianxing explained casually, "The firearms here are too old; I need to get used to them a little."
Clearly, his "slight adaptation" resulted in a 9.9 score despite missing a shot.
"Hey, I'm tired, and I'm out of bullets too. What a coincidence." Fu Ze immediately stretched and started to eat.
Looking at Fu Ze sprawled out on the sofa, Yuan Jianxing couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.
He walked over and sat down next to the other man, putting away his gun as he said, "With grades like yours, you can't even beat the coffee shop owner's son. How dare you sleep?"
Fu Ze, who had been feigning death, suddenly went from a supine position to a half-sit-up position, and said indignantly, "Wait, what are they shooting at? What am I shooting at? What distance are they at? What distance am I at?"
Following Fu Ze's sentence structure, Yuan Jianxing countered, "How old are they? How old are you? What are their identities? What are your identities?"
Fu Ze was speechless at these two sentences, which "seemed to make sense, but were actually unreasonable, yet were difficult to refute for the time being."
With a click, Yuan Jianxing removed the scope from the gun and wiped the lens, continuing, "There are still a few days until the final exam. Keep practicing your skills; last-minute cramming can make a difference."
The final exam that Yuan Jianxing mentioned was actually a summer camp activity for primary and secondary school children organized by the Adjudication Bureau to cooperate with the publicity policy after the war movie that Que Ling participated in filming became a hit.
In addition, the production team also plans to use this opportunity to select child actors for the second sequel.
Overall, it's a win-win situation.
"Don't worry, with the capabilities of the Sparrow Feather Studio, they can exaggerate any result I achieve." Fu Ze yawned. "Speaking of which, how did that kid do? I heard that half of the people at your summer camp left after only three days. Was he one of them?"
The child Fu Ze mentioned was naturally the son of the coffee shop owner that Yuan Jianxing had just mentioned.
He was the same little boy who, after eating someone's food, made a promise to teach them how to shoot.
Because of their previous interactions, Yuan Jianxing had paid considerable attention to the child, so he answered smoothly, "He's still here. Although his grades aren't great, at least he's persevered."
“Simply adhering to this one virtue is enough to eliminate the vast majority of competitors.” Fu Ze nodded in agreement. “After all this turmoil, does he still want to be an executive officer?”
Recalling the way the little boy held the gun with such affection, Hara Kensei replied with a smile, "He probably was thinking about it."
Fu Ze asked casually, "Do you think he can do it?"
Yuan Jianxing was somewhat surprised: "Do you need to confirm with me whether he can be an executive officer?"
Based on the recent smooth progress of the adjudication bureau's work, Yuan Jianxing could guess that Fu Ze was involved.
Although the specifics of how it works are unknown, it's clear that as a GM, Fu Ze's grasp of this world far exceeds expectations.
“Let me correct a point of view.” Fu Ze casually twirled a strand of his hair. “Even in this world, the weight of personal decisions and actions is quite significant, even far greater than some so-called ‘talent’ and ‘birth’.”
He tilted his head back, looking at Yuan Jianxing from an upside-down perspective, and winked playfully, "Let's just say it's a fairy tale that we, who have become boring adults, made up for those who still want to believe that 'hard work will pay off'."
us……
Upon hearing this word, Yuan Jianxing's eyes flickered slightly.
The "we" that Fu Ze unconsciously uttered just now probably refers to the other party's actual colleagues.
Moreover, in that letter, the job title listed as "Architecture Supervisor" by the writer Fu Ze indicated that he must have been in charge of at least a number of people.
They are from the same world as Fu Zecai.
They had seen the real Fu Ze.
“Speaking of the last time, in the same spot, you told me about your past.” To prevent Fu Ze from feeling pain when he got up later, Yuan Jianxing slowly and gently pulled out the strands of hair that were stuck in the sofa cushions. “Although it was all fake.”
Fu Ze immediately began to argue: "What do you mean it's fake? Those are all my 'personal' experiences, otherwise you would have seen through it on the spot."
“This time I want to hear the truth.” Yuan Jianxing looked at Fu Ze, as if trying to see through the man’s eyes to the soul hidden within them.
"The real past of Fu Ze."
As if afraid the other person would try to evade the question with some sweet talk, he immediately added, "For example, how old are you now, where were you born, what school do you attend, do you have any good friends at school, what subjects do you like, have you ever carved words on your desk..."
As I told you before.
"How are your parents' health? Are they usually busy with work? Do you live together, or in different cities?"
Yuan Jianxing spoke faster and faster, and the content he said became more and more detailed.
"Besides ginger ale, do you have any other preferences? When and why did you start to dislike fruit pie? What time do you usually go to work and get off work? Is there anyone else who can drag you out of bed when you want to sleep in?"
It was as if he hoped to understand everything about Fu Ze up to this point in such a short time, like analyzing a film.
With a wry smile, Fu Ze covered Yuan Jianxing's mouth, forcefully interrupting her barrage of questions: "Stop, stop, stop! I can't remember all of your questions at once."
It was only then that Yuan Jianxing seemed to realize how out of control his actions had been.
After clearing his throat, he regained his usual composure and restraint, and said, "That's true, then maybe next time."
This time, Fu Ze refused.
Now he can't stand words like "next time," "turn back," "later," and "another day."
Once upon a time, Fu Ze also had the kind of easygoing personality who believed in "tomorrow is tomorrow" and "if you can finish your work, there will always be more work to do."
However, what he fears most now is the so-called "tomorrow".
When a person knows that one day—perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after—everything he is familiar with will come to a tragic end, like a fleeting dream, he will cherish every moment of the present.
The happier you feel, the more painful your thoughts become.
The more awake one is, the less willing one is to wake up.
There is no solution.
"Don't do it again next time. It's rare for us to get together these days." Fu Ze reached out and pulled Yuan Jianxing back as she got up to return the gun, with an expression that said, "I really can't do anything with you." "What did you ask just now? Let's go through them one by one."
This time, the "we" he used referred to Fu Ze and Yuan Jianxing.
Yuan Jianxing glanced at the crowd that had gathered at the door of the cubicle where the two of them were, eager to catch a glimpse of the person who had scored "9.9 rings," and gestured for silence. "There are too many people around. Put on your mask and let's go out first."
Fu Ze readily accepted good advice.
However, as he was leaving the underground firing range, he glanced back at the electronic screen hanging in the lobby.
Perhaps sooner or later someone will be able to achieve a score of 10.0 or 9.9, and because the surname is inserted between "Bogdan" and "Yuan", at least for now, the two names are closely linked.
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