Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

"biubiubiu"

All five shots landed in the middle of the target.

Huzhang stared at the score on the screen in silence for a moment.

"...Have you done this before?"

"No." Fu Hei put the gun back on the rack. Although his voice was calm, a sense of smugness could still be heard.

"...Then you just have good eyesight."

Huzhang stubbornly insisted that he couldn't believe someone playing for the first time could hit so accurately.

Shunping looked at the black target and pursed his lips.

He picked up his gun again and adjusted his wrist angle as Hadji had instructed.

The next shot hit the bullseye. "Yujin, look, I hit it too!"

"Oh, Shunpei is very talented too."

Mashiro stood at the shooting position and picked up a light gun.

The gunstock was a bit too big for her, pressing against the back of her shoulder.

She was silent for a moment, then tucked the butt of the gun under her arm and placed her finger on the trigger.

The first shot went too far to the left.

She corrected the offset, and the second shot was a nine-ring, the third a ten-ring, the fourth a ten-ring, and the fifth a ten-ring.

When the total score was displayed on the electronic screen, Huzhang peeked over from the side.

He glanced at the screen, then at Mashiro.

"...Mashiro-nee, you've fought this before too?"

"no."

"How did you get this score?"

"The bullet trajectory of this gun is biased to the left. You'll see once you try it a few more times, Yourahito."

Itachi opened his mouth, picked up the gun again, and tried it out again.

He adjusted the position slightly to the right as Mashiro had suggested, and his score was indeed higher than the previous round.

"This is your first time playing? I don't believe it!"

Looking at the geniuses around him, Itsuji wondered if he was the only one who was rather stupid.

Seeing Itajō's bewildered expression, Masashiro chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and then made way for Shunpei.

"Your posture for the third shot was correct. Just keep that angle." She nodded to Shunping, signaling him to try it.

Shunping paused for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing his score improve, Mashiro nodded proudly.

She felt a surge of smugness in her heart.

Teaching one person is not a difficult task.

Soon everyone got tired of this and decided to start the next project.

Immersive cinema.

The entrance there is a black corridor with motion-sensor lights on the walls that light up with each step you take.

Hu Zhang walked in the lead, stepping on the motion sensor lights and making a mess of them.

The panda had to bend over to avoid hitting the ceiling.

Shunping walked in the middle of the group. He reached out and touched a motion sensor light, and the temperature of his fingertips rose slightly.

He likes movies, and this kind of holographic projection is more familiar to him than the shooting range.

As he entered the screening room, he looked up at the projection screens around him, then found a seat on the side.

Mashiro sat in the back, two rows behind Shunping.

As the whale swam overhead, Shunping's head followed it, turning from left to right, and his expression became more varied.

Mashiro herself looked up at the whale.

Her fingers, resting on the armrest, swayed gently in sync with the whale's tail.

The second whale swam by with a school of small fish, which swam past her feet.

She moved her feet aside slightly, then realized it was a projection and chuckled to herself.

Satoru Gojo, sitting next to her, witnessed this scene and said with a slight smile, "This whale is quite realistic."

"Mmm, the one from before was bigger."

Seeing Mashiro's rare childlike side revealed, Gojo Satoru adjusted his blindfold, thinking of taking a picture but then giving up.

It's best not to do anything reckless.

The lights came back on after the film ended.

Tiger Rod rubbed his neck, and Fukuro also stood up and stretched.

The movie theater is great in every way, except the headrests are really inhumane. Who actually finds them comfortable to lean against?

Shunping slowly stood up from his seat, watching the projection screen change from the seabed back to a white wall.

"The next game is a forest theme," said Tiger Stick, looking at the notification screen.

"Are you still watching?" Fu Hei asked.

"I don't want to watch anymore."

Gojo Satoru stood up and draped his coat over his shoulder. "How about we go eat? There's a restaurant downstairs."

When Shunping stood up, Panda was next to him, and Panda looked down at him.

"You were watching very intently just now. Did you enjoy the movie?"

"Yeah, I like watching movies," Shunping said, then paused for a moment, surprised that he could speak to someone he didn't know well.

"Let's watch it together next time. Dog Roll likes it too," Panda said.

Dog Roll peeked out from the side, typed on his phone and held it up: What type do you like?

Shunping looked at the screen for a while and said, "There are more old movies."

Dog Roll nodded and then shrank back inside.

......

Inside the restaurant, Gojo Satoru flipped through the menu and ordered a whole bunch of dishes.

Dog Roll typed on his phone: I can't eat hot food.

Gojo Satoru glanced at it and said, "I know, how about I order you a cold noodle dish?"

Seeing Dog Roll nod, Gojo Satoru handed the menu to the waiter.

While waiting for his food, Itsuji folded a napkin into the shape of a baseball bat and placed it on the table.

Fukuro glanced at the paper baseball bat, picked it up, and squeezed it.

"It's too light, but the shape is about right."

"What else? It's just paper, you're lucky if you can make something that's close enough."

Itadori, holding the paper baseball bat, thought for a moment, then looked up at Gojo Satoru: "Gojo-sensei, is the baseball game confirmed?"

Gojo Satoru was adding sugar to his tea: "It's decided. The exchange meeting will be decided by this baseball game. We'll start once you've all recovered from your injuries."

"I'm all better now!" Itachi said, raising his hand.

"You don't have the final say, Shoko does."

Itadori put the paper baseball bat away and turned to look at Mashiro: "Mashiro-neechan, do you know how to play baseball?"

"I don't know anything about it, and I can't understand it at all."

"Um, do you want me to teach you?" Itajō scratched his head and said.

Mashiro shook her head: "I'm not a student at a vocational college, I'm not participating."

"Eh? Mashiro-nee isn't coming?" Itadori said with a hint of disappointment.

"If you want to participate, I can add another spot for you," Gojo Satoru said.

"No, I can do supervision or something."

"That works too."

Itadori turned around and patted Shunpei on the shoulder. "Shunpei, what about you?"

"I've never fought one," Shunping said directly.

"It's okay, baseball isn't hard. Just remember the swing motion." Itadori used his chopsticks to demonstrate a swing motion, almost hitting Fukuro's soup bowl next to him.

Fukuro glared at the apologizing Itajō, then moved the bowl a little closer to himself.

Gou Juan typed a few words on his phone and held them up for Shunping to see: I can practice with you.

Shunping smiled slightly after reading it. "Okay."

The panda tapped the edge of the plate with its chopsticks. "I'll defend first base; I don't need to bend over."

"Your thing isn't called 'No Need to Bend Over,' it just takes up a huge space," Maki complained.

The panda didn't argue, put down its chopsticks, and took a sip of water.

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Do you believe me if I say I haven't forgotten Shunping?

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