I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 17: Shooting crosses over to swimming? Isn’t this a huge leap?
The Olympics are several days away.

The shooting events have also all been completed.

All the male singles competitors were very glad that Wang Xiaoming did not participate in the air rifle three-position competition.

Because this at least gives them a chance to win a gold medal!

After all, anyone can easily guess that if Wang Xiaoming participated in this competition, the gold medal would 100% be his.

And there is an interesting thing in this game.

Upon learning that Wang Xiaoming did not participate in the competition, Xiaoyinghua player actually came to the Chinese Shooting Team and bowed to Wang Xiaoming.

"Mingjun, you will be my idol from now on!"

Facing the flattery and admiration from contestant Xiaoyinghua, Wang Xiaoming felt nothing.

If it's any girl, it's acceptable. As a man, do I need your admiration?

But worship is worship!

When he learned that Wang Xiaoming did not participate in the competition, he resolutely asked his coach to sign him up for the competition.

I'm sure everyone knows what the purpose is.

All of a sudden, he was criticized by online viewers at home and abroad!
When it comes to picking up bargains, Xiao Yinghua is quite good at it.

I just don’t know if it’s because he got too carried away in the competition or if he’s not familiar with the three-posture competition.

He was originally the favorite to win the championship, but he didn’t even get a bronze medal!
"Hahaha, that little Sakura really made me laugh to death. Did you see his face when the results came out? It was as red as a pig's liver!"

"I saw it. To be honest, we have been strictly trained not to laugh no matter how funny things are, but I am afraid I can't help it!"

At night, in the shooting team’s dormitory.

A few people ate the pigeons brought by Wang Xiaoming and drank beer, it was really great.

As for where the beer came from, Wang Xiaoming said that he got it through some connections.

The members of the shooting team had no doubts about him, after all, they were all aware of Wang Xiaoming's strength.

What’s more, their shooting team’s competition has already ended, so maybe the coach just turned a blind eye!
While eating, they watched the broadcast of the Olympic Games on TV today.

[An urgent news interruption, an urgent news interruption! ]

A sudden news interruption aroused the interest of several people.

[It is reported that during the Olympic Games, peace doves frequently disappeared from the square in Paris, the capital of our country! ]

[An eyewitness said that he saw a young man carrying several peace doves when he returned home at night! ]

[The police found a large number of peace dove feathers in a farmland not far away! ]

[If you have any clues, please call the reporting hotline at the bottom of the screen]

At first, several people were listening with great interest, but after listening to the latter part.

Then, looking at the delicious pigeon in his hand, everyone looked at Wang Xiaoming for a moment.

A few people looked at each other, and suddenly they didn't dare to continue eating.

"Brother Ming, this."

"Why are you looking at me? You don't think I caught those pigeons, do you? Don't be ridiculous. Those peace pigeons have been fed so much by tourists that they are fat and taste terrible!"

"Can you compare with my pigeon?"

Hearing Wang Xiaoming say this, several people breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, just a joke!"

However, suddenly several people realized the key point of Wang Xiaoming's words.

No, Brother Ming, how do you know that peace doves taste bad?
"Besides, I have been raising these pigeons for two and a half years!"

Wang Xiaoming's words instantly diverted several people's attention.

"Okay, okay, just doff your phone for me like this, okay?"

"Huh, my pigeons can lay eggs, what can you do?"

"I can fry fish with spices, hahaha!"

"You poets have a good grip." After a while of joking, Wang Xiaoming successfully diverted several people's attention.

Then, he became serious: "By the way, where is our swimming group?"

"Brother Ming, why are you asking about the swimming team?" Zhao An, like everyone else, changed the way he addressed Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming said: "The swimming competition is only a few days away, I need to go and have a talk!"

"You...you don't want to participate in the swimming competition, do you?" Zhao An was stunned for a moment and said with some disbelief.

"Well, there are still several gold medals waiting for me in swimming!" Wang Xiaoming said lightly.

At this time, several members of the shooting team couldn't help but give Wang Xiaoming a thumbs up.

Diao Xiao was even more impressed and said, "Brother Ming, they all say that you are very good at showing off, I don't believe it, but today, I have seen what it means to show off invisibly."

"Most deadly!"

"Stop talking nonsense and take me there quickly!" Wang Xiaoming pulled Zhao An and others back.

Then a few people took Wang Xiaoming towards the swimming area.

Instead of taking Wang Xiaoming to the swimming team's dormitory area, he took him to the swimming team's training area.

At night, in the huge swimming pool, only the Chinese team was still practicing.

From this we can see that there is indeed a big difference between Chinese players and players from other countries.

Seeing the shooting team coming, the members of the swimming team who were training stopped their actions and all rushed towards them happily.

"Wow, look who's here, China's first gold medalist, five shooting gold medalists, first Olympic shooting grand slam winner Kuang Xiaoming!"

"Oh my god, Brother Ming, my idol is here!"

"Fuck, Brother Ming, how come you shoot so accurately? Teach me!"

For a moment, Wang Xiaoming was surrounded by everyone in the swimming team.

Looking at the members of the swimming team, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but sigh that these people have really good figures.

Whether it is female athletes or male athletes.

Even the youngest member, Zhang Zhanshuo, who was only 17 years old, was muscular and had a double-door refrigerator.

On the other hand, the shooting team is very lean.

Maybe they also have nice muscles, but they are definitely not as stunning as the swimming team's.

"Hello, is your coach here?" Wang Xiaoming asked politely after shaking hands with everyone one by one.

"Over there!" Pan Zhanle said, pointing at a man who was recording something not far away.

Then Wang Xiaoming said hello to everyone and went to the swimming team coach.

The rest of the people immediately caught up with the remaining members of the shooting team and began their biggest questioning.

"Hey, Captain Zhao, why is Wang Xiaoming here?" As the most lively person in the team, Pan Zhanle asked first.

Zhao An smiled awkwardly: "Well, Wang Xiaoming is here to find your coach to participate in the swimming competition."

"what!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was filled with doubts.

"What the hell, isn't Brother Ming from your shooting team?"

"He can swim?"

"No, what's going on? Why is Brother Ming involved with our swimming team again?"

Zhao An shrugged: "I don't know either. I just received the notice that Brother Ming joined our shooting team before coming to Paris."

"Maybe, I just got notified to go to your swimming team!"

Everyone was so surprised that they were speechless!

Isn't the gap between swimming and shooting too big?

(End of this chapter)