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Chapter 437 Mixed 10m Air Rifle Competition

Chapter 437 - Mixed 10m Air Rifle Competition
Today is the day of the competition.

After working hard for so many days, Wang Fan and his team finally started to enjoy the benefits, which was naturally watching the game live.

Today's competition is air rifle. Influenced by his second uncle, Wang Fan is really interested in this competition.

Before the game started, the two of them started chatting while sitting in the audience.

Wang Fan asked doubtfully, "If those special forces soldiers from China came to this competition, could they win a prize?"

Zhuo Qianqian asked in return: "Can someone who competes in the Dakar Rally participate in F1 racing?"

"Uh... that shouldn't be possible, right?"

"Right? This competition is completely different from what snipers practice. Snipers are very good, but they don't specialize in this. Boss, do you know how big the target is for an air rifle?"

Wang Fan shook his head honestly: "Isn't it the same as on TV?"

Zhuo Qianqian stretched out her white, tender little fist and said, "The target paper is about the same size as my fist. The size of the 1st ring is about the same as a ping-pong ball, and the size of the 10th ring is 0.05 centimeters. The scopes on their rifles don't have a magnifying function. It's like trying to break an ant's leg accurately from 10 meters away."

Wang Fan exclaimed, "Wow, man, I thought the 10th ring was as big as your fist. You really know a lot."

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled: "When I have nothing to do, I watch all the Olympic events."

"It's nice to have a girlfriend who's a top student. It's like having an encyclopedia."

At this time, the athletes on the field had already begun to take their positions, and Wang Fan saw his own athletes at a glance.

Qin Haiyang and Fang Zixin wore red and yellow professional competition uniforms respectively, and the small red flags on their chests were particularly eye-catching.

The seats for watching the game were packed, and most of the people there were foreigners.

The environment in the venue was a bit noisy at this time, and the sounds of people whispering together made a huge noise.

But these two were completely calm and composed, without showing any nervousness at all. It was hard to imagine that they were both under 20 years old, and one of them was even just a high school student.

As the referee announced the start of the game, the environment on the scene finally gradually quieted down.

The athletes on the field seemed to have gotten into the state immediately and their concentration was fully focused.

The qualifying round is underway now, and the selection will be based on the total score. The top two in the total score will directly compete for the championship and runner-up, so every shot in the current competition is very crucial.

Fang Zixin pressed her face against the air rifle with an expressionless face. Her chubby face was puffed up by the air rifle, making her look very cute.

Qin Haiyang had a dull expression on his face, holding his breath and concentrating on finding a shooting point.

"boom!"

The sound of air rifles continued to ring out, and some contestants had already taken the lead in firing.

The two people wearing special earplugs were not moved at all and kept finding their own rhythm.

"boom!"

Fang Zixin took the lead and fired a steady shot.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian looked at the scoreboard nervously. They naturally hoped that their players could achieve good results.

"10.5 rings!"

The full score for a shot is 10.9, and Fang Zixin's shot is undoubtedly a very good result.

"boom!"

Qin Haiyang also fired a shot, but after that he frowned and sighed.

Wang Fan's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. Could it be that the fight was not done well?
I looked at the scoreboard nervously, the score of 10.6 was extremely eye-catching.

Wang Fan was so angry that he laughed: "Are these kids so Versailles nowadays? He was sighing and frowning, I thought he missed the target, but he got a 10.6."

Zhuo Qianqian was also speechless: "It's a bit lacking."

"boom."

Fang Zixin seemed to have found her own rhythm, and the air rifle in her hand was activated again. The score of 10.6 also confirmed that her rhythm was indeed on track.

"boom!"

Qin Haiyang was inspired again and scored 10.5 rings, which was not bad.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian were very excited watching this.

The two young players are young, but their performance is extremely stable. Their scores continue to climb and they are firmly in the top two. In the end, they ranked first in the qualifying round with a total score of 632.2 rings!

The two will also compete with the second-placed player from the qualifiers, Korea, for the championship and runner-up. The Chinese team generally has two special buffs, which are when encountering the Sakura team and the Korea team.

Whenever these two teams are opponents, they can usually unleash infinite potential.

The Sakura team has a family feud and a national hatred, while Corea simply dislikes them.

This country, the origin of the universe, does nothing but archaeology.

If they unearth a book today with the ink still wet, they can claim that Sun Wukong is theirs.

If another bamboo slip depicting it on site is unearthed tomorrow, they will be able to say that Confucius also belongs to them.

The final adopts a points system. In each round, two teams and two players each shoot one shot, and the number of rings is added up to get the total number of rings. The team with the higher total number of rings gets 2 points, and the team with the lower total number of rings gets 0 points.

If the total number of rings is the same, both teams will get 1 point for this round. The first team to get 16 points or more wins.

There was a 5-minute free shooting practice time before the final, and Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian quickly took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from their palms and foreheads.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the four athletes lined up in a row were ready.

Park Sung-min and Jin Shengtan glanced at Fang Zixin and Qin Haiyang, with cold smiles on their lips.

Don’t think that you can win the championship by being the first in the qualifying round. The two of them have not yet demonstrated their true strength!
The champion must belong to our great Kauria, just like Hanfu is evolved from our Kauria traditional costumes!
Feeling the gazes of the two people, Qin Haiyang looked up for a moment, then lowered his head again to find his own rhythm.

The game officially begins.

The winning team will receive the gold medal, while the losing team will only receive the silver medal.

Whether it was the Chinese audience watching the game live or those watching the live broadcast on TV, their hearts were in their throats.

This is the first gold medal project with high hopes!

What made Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian laugh and cry was that in such an important competition, Qin Haiyang had already shown his true colors.

"Come on, kid! This is the Olympic finals!"

Wang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

Qin Haiyang also sighed, looking dissatisfied, and then the score was 10.6 rings.

Zhuo Qianqian is even more interesting. She started dubbing for Qin Haiyang right next to Wang Fan.

"Hey, this shot didn't go well. I always feel like something is missing."

"Ouch? It's not in the right condition. This gun is not in the right condition."

"What am I hitting? Destroy it."

"Oh my god, how come it only got a 10.4? Did I fire that shot with my nose?"

"What's going on? Why is your hand feeling so bad today?"

If the score hadn't been constantly updated on the big screen, Wang Fan would have thought that Qin Haiyang didn't perform well just by listening to Zhuo Qianqian's dubbing.

But the numbers on the big screen clearly told Wang Fan that Qin Haiyang performed very well.

Fang Zixin also performed well, and the total score of the two of them has always been ahead of the Correa team.

Jin Shengtan's breathing fluctuated slightly, and anger continued to accumulate in his chest.

Although I couldn't hear what he was saying, the look of that Chinese boy was so hateful!

Sighing and shaking his head, you almost broke the world record!
Can we still have fun?!

"Is this hand rusty?"

"Oh, this gun is no good, it only scored 10.9."

"Inhale...exhale...I always have a bad feeling."

"Alas, it's all in vain. Let's just destroy it."

"It's a broken jar, so let it be."

"Hurry up and finish the fight. This condition today is not good at all."

"Lanshou, Xianggu, why didn't you fight well again?"