He looked around to make sure no one was there, then simply jumped off the platform, which was half his waist high. Because the shooting range varied—some were 100 meters, and some were 500 meters—the shooting sign could be moved; perhaps the shooting sign moved on its own.
He ran over to take a look and found that it was indeed because of the shooting sign. It was much closer than the other shooting signs, which were all aligned on the red line. This was because when no one was training, these signs would return to their original position and become initialized.
Is this brand broken? Did it not return to its original state?
Or have I developed superpowers?
His heart skipped a beat; he was incredulous at the crazy idea.
Because everyone is tested for special abilities after birth, children with special abilities are sent to another area, while those who are left behind are those without special abilities.
Clearly, Fang Rong doesn't have any special abilities, and he's been an ordinary person for over twenty years. The key is that he'll be re-measured when he turns sixteen, because some people are slow to react and awaken their special abilities later, but this only accounts for ten percent, a pitifully small chance.
After the age of twenty, the body basically stops developing, and superpowers will naturally not awaken, so it is basically impossible. Of course, there are always exceptions in this world. The famous Imperial Marshal rose to power at the age of twenty-two, and his superpowers were extremely powerful as soon as he rose to power because he had accumulated them for more than twenty years.
However, that's a one-in-a-million precedent, and that person has strong genes, so it's impossible for such a thing to happen to an ordinary person.
Fang Rong withdrew her gaze in disappointment, sighed, and walked back.
He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped. "I'll just give it a try. Even if I don't have any superpowers, I won't lose anything."
He was thinking about how he felt just now. He was reluctant to leave because he hadn't learned any skills yet—combat, mecha, nothing. So he was a little unwilling. That last shot before leaving represented his strong desire.
The thought of hitting the target spread through my mind, my fingertips trembled with tension, and then the shooting card moved.
"If I really have superpowers, then let the Shooting Card get closer to me." He turned around abruptly, and the Shooting Card stood there obediently, without moving.
Fang Rong went over and measured the distance, and found that it had indeed moved a little more.
Do I really have superpowers?
He could hardly believe it. "Move it a little more."
The shooting sign wobbled slightly and then returned to its original position.
"Huh? What's going on?" Fang Rong looked at the shooting sign in confusion. "Continue."
The shooting sign wobbled again, this time with a smaller arc than before.
Fang Rong got impatient, "You son of a bitch, just move already!"
This concerns his future, so he can't help but be nervous.
His voice was filled with emotion, and his mind went blank with tension, but the shooting sign slid off at a great speed.
Fang Rong was dumbfounded.
I actually... have superpowers?
"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!" He was so excited that he cursed "damn" several times in a row, and his first thought was to find someone to share it with.
After much thought, he realized that Fang Hua was the only one he knew, and Fang Hua was the only person he knew. People in the army didn't like him much, and they didn't communicate with him at all.
He dropped the rag and rushed home, but hesitated at the door. How should he tell Fang Hua? He had gained superpowers; he wouldn't be a burden anymore.
If you remove the 1 before 10, there's still a 0 after it; the zero is also a crucial element.
Fang Hua was much busier than him. Every day, he was called away by the instructors for secret training, with requirements several times higher than others. He was not allowed to be slow anymore; he had to speed up, even if he didn't want to. In order to make him squeeze out time to go to military school in the afternoon, Fang Hua was a naturally slow person. It was his nature, and it was almost impossible for him to change it.
The instructor discovered that his speed only exceeded expectations during combat, so he decided to target this and keep him in a state of high alert at all times in order to change his slow pace.
This method is effective, but it's very slow; it's a long-term process. So the instructor had him study military school knowledge at home.
Every class was recorded in 3D, and the assigned homework was also brought back to be done. Of course, he would not have trusted anyone else, but Fang Hua was very self-disciplined and studied very hard. He was a good student in the eyes of the teacher and a child that other parents admired.
They all took him as a role model. In addition, although he only attended a few classes occasionally, he was proficient in every subject and eager to learn. All the teachers liked him. Of course, he was not well-liked by his classmates. Some people often called him a sycophant who answered whatever the teacher asked.
In fact, Fang Hua simply doesn't lie. He either doesn't speak at all, or he speaks the truth. This personality makes him especially popular with teachers. In addition, he is very handsome, making him extremely popular.
As a result, the teacher assigned an unusually large amount of homework. When Fang Rong returned, he was sitting in a chair doing his homework, occasionally flipping through his personal computer to check information. Fang Rong had rarely seen him so serious, so she was stunned and didn't want to bother him.
However, he was so eager for Fang Hua to know that he had gained superpowers that he couldn't help but show them off.
Fang Hua was struggling with a math problem. The complicated formula stumped him. He was an honest person, and his teacher said that he could only look it up online if he really couldn't answer it. So he had already spent more than ten minutes on this problem.
Fang Rong was actually a top student in the past. Because he was poor, he knew that only hard work could lead to a better future, so he took everything very seriously. Fang Hua may have been learning from him, and he also took everything very seriously, much like Fang Rong back then.
Suddenly, the pen on the table started moving on its own. Fang Hua's eyes widened as he watched the pen, which had been left unattended, solve the difficult problem he couldn't solve, stroke by stroke, and finally write his name on it: "I am the pen spirit."
Fang Rong, standing far outside the door, leaned against it with a bright smile on her face.
"What is a pen spirit?" Fang Hua was really being disrespectful, not even knowing who a pen spirit was.
"The Ouija board is a spirit, omnipotent, omniscient, the really awesome kind." After a pause, the pen drew an emoticon, ".(^)".
Fang Hua didn't care about being disliked and picked up another pen to continue writing.
The pen got impatient. "Hey, don't you have any questions? I know everything!"
Fang Hua ignored him.
The pen decided to unleash its ultimate weapon: "I also know that you don't like to shower, always wear underwear with holes, always get ripped off when you go out, and like to eat cakes that only girls like."
Fang Hua was stunned for a moment, "You really know everything?"
"That's for sure, there's nothing in this world I don't know." The pen scribbled and drew on the white paper, the handwriting messy.
"So tell me, does Fang Rong like me?"
"Um..." The pen hesitated.
Is this what it means to like someone?
"this……"
"Hurry up and say you like it (;｀o)o!" Fang Hua snapped.
"..."
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