The timer is really broken.

This is not true at all.

In order to resolve the incident regarding Lu Xi's resignation video, Lin Liefeng went to the Military Region Center to consult the highest commander.

"Report to the instructor, all training is completed."

Lu Xici stood beside the Iron Fist instructor, his expression unchanged.

I didn't even break a sweat.

"Join...join the team!"

Tiequan looked numb, and after a few seconds of silence, he stammered.

"Oh my god, this is a record-breaking thing, right?"

"I remember that the first one seemed to be Xu 代xia, a weak and small girl."

Xu Xiaoxia raised her head and looked up at Lu Xici with a look of admiration in her eyes: "You are a professional, it is not unfair for you to lose..."

Lu Zhiyao dug her fingers into it fiercely, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "If you can't come up to the surface, you can only rely on brute force."

"I don't think you know anything about music, chess, calligraphy, or painting."

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyao's mood improved a lot, with a slight smile on her face.

…

"Now, start shooting! Each person only has three chances!"

The Iron Fist instructor spoke clearly, explaining the basic structure of the machine, the flight principle of the bullet, and some breathing methods and aiming techniques.

"Zhiyao, what should I do if I feel a little nervous?"

Lu Zhiyao's heart was full of anticipation. She had learned shooting before and her grades were pretty good.

She will definitely be the one who shines at the shooting range later!

"Oh, it's okay. There are many things I haven't learned before. They should be similar."

Lu Zhiyao consoled Lin Yue and Ruan Meng lovingly: "When the time comes, just follow what the instructor said and just take your guns and shoot."

"Lin 떚feng: Five rings, three rings, three rings."

"Thirteen rings in total."

"Qin Tian, ​​six rings, five rings, six rings, a total of seventeen rings."

"Su Xia, seven rings, seven rings, six rings, a total of twenty rings."

…

Iron Fist yawned and said listlessly: "Oh, I don't feel so good this time!"

Instructor Jifeng smiled and said provocatively, "You are not a good trainer. We have produced several nine-ring trainees here."

"Okay, okay, you're great," Tie Quan said angrily, clenching his fists. "Who on our team wants to compete with the guys on Instructor Gale's team?"

"What a bunch of idiots. Let's not see it anymore."

Instructor Jifeng shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave.

"You are the coward, who is afraid of who? Come!" Bai Chen put his hands on his waist, with a fighting face: "Who have you ever been afraid of?"

The Iron Fist instructor's eyes flashed with a fox-like smile, "Okay, there is one, are there any others?"

"Xie Sinan, Su Yun'an, Xu Xiaoxia, Su Zhiyao..."

A group of people stood up.

Iron Fist walked to the shade of a tree, clenched his fists, and coughed softly, "Well, do you want to come over and compete in shooting?"

Lu Xici covered half of his face with a military training cap. Fragments of sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves and fell on the small half of his face that was exposed.

With his hands behind his head and his legs folded over his left leg, he was filled with an indescribable laziness and comfort.

"Let's compete in shooting with Instructor Hayate's team."

Iron Fist added calmly.

Lu Xici's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and she took off the hat on her face. Her long eyelashes drooped gently like a fan.

A faint shadow appeared under his eyelids, and he chuckled: "Since the Iron Fist instructor has said so, what reason do I have to refuse?"

Iron Fist: [Look, if you don’t say the last sentence, you won’t be able to get through.]

"Oh, instructor Iron Fist, I forgot to tell you something." The breeze gently blew across her hair, and the corners of her lips curled up: "What about this?"

"Very vindictive."

Iron Fist looked at Lu Xici's leaving back and felt a sense of fear, as if there was a sharp blade contained in the gentle whisper, cold and strange.

"Fortunately, I didn't offend you,"

Tiequan breathed a sigh of relief and followed.

Lu Xici stood at the end of the team, with his hands around his chest, his hat pulled down, and his eyes closed.

A boy from the team led by Instructor Jifeng taunted wildly, "I heard that you guys are all rookies."

"I haven't even scored a single nine-ring yet."

Lu Zhiyao clenched her fists, her eyes red: "What do you mean?"

"Instructor, give me the gun."

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Lu Zhiyao fired three shots almost continuously, and the huge impact force made her arm hurt.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

As the Iron Fist instructor, he never thought that Lu Zhiyao could hit the nine rings.

"Lu Zhiyao: Nine rings, eight rings, eight rings! Twenty-five rings in total!"

"Wow, this Lu Zhiyao is pretty amazing!"

"I just recorded a video with my instructor's phone and decided to post it on her Weibo account. It's so beautiful and cool!"

"Zhiyao is so amazing. She even comforted us thoughtfully."

"Wow, Zhiyao is simply my goddess!"

Lu Zhiyao raised her head high with a hint of pride, "It's okay, don't brag, you'll be embarrassed."

The Iron Fist instructor glanced at Lu Xici meaningfully: [I still like the tone of the thorny one.]

[Is this what is called Little Green Tea? I can’t stand it! ]

Xie Sinan's eyes were full of disdain as he glanced at Lu Zhiyao: "Isn't it just one nine-ring? Someone who doesn't know would think you scored three nine-rings."

"How can you say that?" Lu Zhiyao lowered her eyes, her voice choking with sobs: "I don't think I have offended you, have I?"

"No," Xie Sinan didn't even look at her. He held the gun in one hand and said with thin lips: "I just don't like you, that's all."

As the words fell,

After Xie Sinan finished firing those three shots,

There was a hint of shock in Ji Feng's eyes: "Nine rings! Nine rings! Eight rings! Twenty-six rings in total!"

Tie Quan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and patted Xie Sinan on the body: "Hey, not bad, little troublemaker."

Bai Chen played out nine rings, nine rings, and eight rings.

Xu Xiaoxia scored three eight-rings.

"Can you do it, Su Yunan?" Bai Chen asked in a low voice.

Without waiting for Su Yun'an to answer, Lu Xici chuckled and said, "Yun'an is stronger than the two of you, not weaker."

Xie Sinan: "No, Bai Chen and I often go to the shooting hall and do some simulated hunting, so our shooting is a little better."

“I haven’t practiced it.”

Lu Xici raised his eyes, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes: "Oh, how do you know that you haven't practiced it?"

There was a ripple in Su Yun'an's dark eyes.

Before going on stage, when the pistol was aimed at the bull's eye, hundreds of formulas emerged in 놛's mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I can't let my brother down."

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Three shots were fired again.

Su Yun'an didn't even look at him, but turned around and walked towards Lu Xici.

"Brother, the beating is not bad."

"Xie Sinan, you lost..."