Chapter 718 The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment
"Look, Qian Guoqiang's eyes are not friendly!"
He whispered to Wu Changjiang that he would not create enemies for himself anyway. He felt funny in his heart that Qian Guoqiang must be holding his breath!
I have surpassed him and even tied with last year's fourth place finisher. As long as he makes mistakes in the remaining games, not only will he lose the championship, but even the runner-up position will be in jeopardy.
"Captain Zhou, I think he's looking at you! Who made you break the record? From now on, whenever the competition is mentioned, people will say that the record holder is Zhou Zixu. How glorious."
Wu Changjiang laughed, but his laughter was a little stiff. The flattering words made his teeth sore and his stomach uncomfortable.
How he wished he was the one that was envied.
The competitions of the remaining few people were not very interesting, as their times were basically around one minute and forty seconds, with no amazing results.
"Zi Xu, look, the commander is looking at you! If your father were here, he would be very proud of you."
Political Commissar Zhang kept his eyes on all directions, looking towards the stage from time to time, observing the leader's expression.
It seems that they have noticed Zhou Zixu. As long as he performs well in the next games, he will not only win the championship, but may also be promoted.
"He won't. What else can he say except that I'm useless?"
Zhou Zixu laughed at himself. Although he wanted to prove it to him, he had no expectations of him at all.
In order to avoid the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, he should fight for Sihui! This is more motivational.
Next was the shooting competition, which was divided into rifle and pistol.
The range for a pistol is fifty meters, and for a rifle it is one hundred meters.
The range of this pistol is acceptable, and most people have no difficulty looking at the target. However, the rifle can reach a hundred meters, and if your eyesight is poor, it is really difficult.
It is very windy in City B in spring, and shooting competitions have to take wind speed and direction into consideration, which are very important factors.
The competition was divided into groups of five, with everyone keeping score at the same time. Everyone looked very solemn.
Zhou Zixu first checked the gun. The most important thing was accuracy. He closed one eye and looked at the crosshairs monotonously. Only when he was sure that the three points were in a straight line did he feel relieved.
He then removed the magazine and looked at the bullets inside, then reloaded it. After checking both guns, he felt relieved.
The other contestants were also checked in the same way. It seemed that these people were not participating in the competition for the first time and they were quite experienced.
Among the five people in his group, there are Wu Changjiang and Qian Guoqiang. Searching his memory, these two people have good shooting performance and are both titled as sharpshooters in their respective units.
He stopped looking and began to control his breathing. Thinking that Sihui was looking at him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"What are you grinning about?"
Qian Guoqiang looked at him with disgust. This Zhou Zixu has been in high spirits since he arrived, but he didn't know what he was so happy about.
There is no attitude towards the game.
"Zi Xu, be serious."
Zhou Zisong frowned deeply. Couldn't his brother change his cynical look?
"knew."
Zhou Zixu turned around and smiled at him, people say that a woman's smile is very charming, and his smile is also very attractive and coquettish.
Zhou Zisong twitched his lips stiffly and glared at him fiercely. He suddenly felt very envious of his younger brother. He had a stern face every day, trying hard to make himself look dignified and make people afraid of him. It was really tiring.
Zixu, on the other hand, laughs when he wants to laugh, pursues whoever he likes, and never pretends to be deep on purpose. Is this the only way to grasp happiness?
Preparations have already begun on the field. Zhou Zixu adjusted his breathing, held the gun in one hand, supported his wrist with the other, and began to aim.
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