Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

As soon as Cheng Xihe stepped forward, all eyes turned to her.

The surrounding area was filled with people whispering quietly.

"Another girl. It's been a long time since I've seen a girl participate in target practice. The last time was two years ago."

"Where did this girl come from?"

"Wow, she's a stunning beauty, isn't she amazing?"

"Some of the women know how to shoot; they probably just came because they didn't want to train."

"Who didn't come here to avoid training? So far, only four or five people have barely passed."

Seeing that everyone's voices were getting louder, Fang Wei coughed lightly and said, "Alright, quiet down."

"Tsk."

Cheng Xihe walked to the firing point and reached out to touch the gun.

I finally got to touch a gun again.

This time it wasn't a small handgun, but it wasn't a real gun either.

He reached out and weighed the gun in his hand, feeling its weight, then looked at the recorder beside him: "Can we begin?"

"Can."

The people around stopped and all gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Tian Ce and Yin Haisen, who had already finished firing, stayed close by.

Tian Ce was just waiting to see Cheng Xihe make a fool of himself.

He nudged Yin Haisen beside him and whispered, "Do you think she can handle it? Won't she make a fool of herself?"

"Definitely, I believe in her." Yin Haisen nodded seriously, his eyes filled with absolute trust as he looked at Cheng Xihe.

Having known him for so long, Tian Ce had never seen him like this before.

"You're so strange. Are you close to her? Didn't you just meet? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were childhood sweethearts."

Hearing Tian Ce's sarcastic words, Yin Haisen remained unmoved: "Anyway, I believe her."

"You're hopeless."

Not far away, Cheng Xihe raised his hand with a cold face, aimed at the target, and narrowed one eye.

"Click-clack!"

A slight click of the trigger being pulled was heard. Cheng Xihe pressed it several times in succession, but the infrared beam remained firmly aimed at the target.

Everyone around was staring at the record on the screen.

"Holy crap!"

Did you see that?

"All ten rings, that's fast!"

"No, who is this?!"

"This girl is that amazing!"

"Hey, isn't that Cheng Xihe, the one who's all over the school beauty list?"

"So beautiful, and so amazing!"

The record showed ten perfect scores, and the recorder quickly ticked them off: "All perfect scores, one hundred points."

"Clap clap clap!"

Seeing this, Fang Wei quickly clapped his hands: "What's your name, classmate? You're amazing!"

"Didn't it say so on the table? You just praised it." Tian Ce pouted from the side.

That's just how people are.

After taking another look at the name, Fang Wei couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder someone named Xihe is so strong."

Hitting the bullseye ten times in ten shots is really impressive.

"Have you ever studied shooting before?" Fang Wei asked curiously.

People around them also looked over.

Cheng Xihe thought for a moment and nodded: "I know a little."

"Damn, that's impressive!"

"I can't stand it anymore, she's the one who's faking it!"

"Pshaw, I've learned that. Besides, this is a stationary target. Try it on a moving target and you'll see how good it is."

A murmur arose from all around, a buzzing sound like that of a market.

Cheng Xihe glanced at the checkmark on the watch without changing his expression, then picked it up: "Where should we test the moving target?"

"Come this way, I'll take you there."

There are relatively few people who attempt to challenge the moving targets; only the last two positions are moving targets.

Cheng Xihe was in line at the other end, so I didn't notice.

Reaching the last position, Cheng Xihe glanced at the moving target and almost burst out laughing.

With a fixed moving target like this, as long as your aim is decent, you'll almost always hit it.

"Cough cough cough!"

Fang Wei coughed lightly, his gaze falling on the line of people behind him: "What are you doing? Following us! Aren't you going to shoot?"

"Instructor, let us watch it all!"

"Yes, instructor, everyone wants to see if she's really that good."

"Yes, we all want to see it, you should!"

A large crowd gathered around, and everyone was making a fuss. Even the registrar came over.

Another instructor leading the team said, "Brother Fang, give him a chance, everyone wants to see."

"Absolutely, it's rare to see a girl so amazing, everyone wants to see it for themselves."

If they're good enough, it would be even better if we could recruit them directly into the team!

Fang Wei looked at Cheng Xihe helplessly: "Xihe, are you under a lot of pressure? So many people are watching you."

Cheng Xihe gripped the target and weighed it in his hand again: "Hmm, this gun is a bit lighter than the previous one. Here you go."

"You could feel that? Each of our guns is finely tuned; the weight is different, and the feel is different too."

The registrar's eyes widened, and she gave Cheng Xihe a thumbs up: "Your touch is really good, a promising talent!"

"You've already shown promise before we've even started," Tian Ce said nervously, staring at Cheng Xihe.

His score was similar to Yin Haisen's; both passed. No matter how good Cheng Xihe was, he probably wasn't better than Yin Haisen.

After stretching his wrists, Cheng Xihe's eyes shone brightly: "Come on, we can begin."

"it is good."

Everyone held their breath and looked at Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe calmly raised his hand, aimed, and fired.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

The moving target moves randomly up, down, left, and right. This is a relatively simple moving target, not yet the kind with prisoners on it, or a smaller target.

Cheng Xihe quickly fired a few shots.

This time, instead of standing still and waiting, she moved her arm and fired along with the target.

She fired ten shots quickly and accurately, then put the gun away. "I'm done. See for yourselves."

Cheng Xihe took two steps back.

Everyone was looking at the recording screen.

"Damn it!"

"This is amazing!"

"No, is this true?"

The recorder stared at the notes, his eyes widening in astonishment: "Another perfect 10-ring shot! With skills like that, why are you even in military training? You might as well join our unit!"

"Then no thanks."

Cheng Xihe quickly raised his hands in surrender: "I prefer reading."

"It's not too late to join the army after graduating from university," Fang Wei said, raising an eyebrow at Cheng Xihe.

This girl is amazing; she has a steady hand and hits accurately.

Cheng Xihe quickly declined, "No need."

The students around were stunned and began to talk amongst themselves:

"Wow, that's amazing! He actually hit it!"

"I've met someone amazing on my very first meeting!"

"Moving targets are so hard to hit, how come you can do this!"

"A true master, terrifyingly so!"

"If they were carrying real guns, wouldn't they be able to blow our heads off at will?"

"Do you think she's good at PUBG? I want to know."

The topic gradually veered off course, and Tian Ce stood next to Yin Haisen, looking somewhat dazed.

"What's wrong?" Yin Haisen turned to look at Tian Ce and asked with concern.

Tian Ce was stunned: "I really didn't expect her to be so good. I thought she was just playing around."

You trust her that much? Do you know something about her?

"I didn't know she was that good; she's very strong."

Yin Haisen gave a faint smile.

Cheng Xihe pinched the spot on her wrist, then picked up the record sheet: "Instructor Fang, I don't need to participate in training anymore, right? I'm going back to sleep."

"etc!"

Fang Wei snapped out of his daze and quickly called out to Cheng Xihe...