After lunch, since everyone in the Xinghai research team had classes in the afternoon, they dispersed.
Life on campus was uneventful, and the afternoon's classes passed quickly. After the last class, Xia Xu and Grant went straight to the archery hall.
These days he has been asking Grant to coach him in shooting training. Similarly, Grant, who had just been injected with the wolf tribe's enhanced serum, is also asking him to help familiarize himself with the rapidly enhanced physique and exercise his close combat ability.
However, neither of them seems to be a good teacher.
"Fight! Fight! You are a human, not a wolf. You don't even have claws. Why are you jumping around? Can't you overcome your instinct?"
"Is it difficult to memorize the moves, see the opponent's moves clearly, and think about choosing the appropriate response and attack timing? You have to use your brain to fight, think clearly about the gains and losses first, and don't just rely on instinct."
"Why do you keep retreating? Don't always think about creating distance. If an opponent who is good at close combat gets close to you, he won't give you a chance to create distance again."
"You can't think of yourself as a long-range shooter at a time like this. The more you want to retreat, the more you become constrained and discouraged."
A fighting session that made both sides' blood pressure soar ended with Xia Xu's one-sided beating.
Grant's physical fitness is definitely not bad, and his fighting talent is even at two stars, which is higher than Xia Xu. However, his shooting talent has had too profound an impact on him, and his habits as a shooter are also deeply rooted in his instincts.
When faced with a close combat situation, his first reaction is always to find a way to retreat and keep distance. This is not wrong in itself, but it is fatal for close combat training.
If you always think about retreating, you will not have the courage to fight, and you will be restricted in your actions. You will always be on the passive defensive side under attack, and you will definitely lose to any opponent with a little bit of skill.
If you defend for too long, you will lose. This is an eternal truth. There is no unbreakable line of defense.
Moreover, even from the perspective of a long-range gunner, if an opponent who is good at fighting gets close to you, the opponent will definitely not give you the chance to distance yourself.
At times like this, the only way to win is to fight with all his might. With his half-werewolf bloodline and wolf-enhanced serum, he will not be at a disadvantage physically most of the time.
Unfortunately, this is the truth, but Grant's gunman habits are too deeply rooted, and he is even somewhat influenced by his werewolf instincts, which cannot be changed by just a few words. Therefore, after a training session, the blood pressure of both parties will soar.
When it comes to shooting training, the two sides, whose blood pressure has soared, will switch positions.
Grant was a good shooter, but also a bad teacher.
"Shit, aiming isn't about using your eyes, it's about using your senses."
"Give up your so-called calculations and thinking. Your brain cannot calculate the trajectory of the bullet at the moment of shooting."
"This isn't a math problem. Do you want to apply a bunch of formulas? In one second?"
"Use your sense of space and distance, remember the feeling of each hit, and make aiming and hitting an instinct."
"Fuck, how can I explain it to you clearly? It's just a feeling. Just think of it as your subconscious calculating the trajectory for you. Just shoot according to the feeling given by your subconscious."
"It's like you've poked the same hole with your short stick thousands or tens of thousands of times. You should be able to poke it in with your eyes closed. Shit, fuck, I feel like this is as obvious as it gets!"
The offense and defense changed, and Grant became the most violent one at this moment, and the two sides began to torture each other.
"I thought cultivation and magic were metaphysics, but your lousy spearmanship is even more metaphysical than magic. Can't you teach me some technical theories like three points and one line?"
Xia Xu was indeed overwhelmed by Grant's teaching method.
He is a person who tends to be highly rational, so it is no problem for him to learn theories and techniques that have traceable traces, and then derive other expanded knowledge based on logical thinking.
But Grant's teaching method of "open your mouth and it's feeling, closed your mouth and it's instinct" may be the best way or even a high-end skill for long-range shooting, but it does not really fit his cognitive logic. To him, this thing is almost like metaphysics.
In other words, Grant's shooting style relies too much on talent. After all, he is a five-star shooter. Maybe he is born with the ability to hit the target based on intuition.
Just like in MOBA games, talented masters can easily predict the enemy's movements and hit the target with their skills, but for most ordinary people, they can only rely on luck or hundreds or thousands of times of adaptation, and there is no traceable formula technique for you to apply.
"Forget it, let's stop here today."
Xia Xu, who had just stopped, glanced at Tang Youxin who had arrived next to him at some point, and stopped today's journey of mutual torture.
After packing up his things, he walked towards Little White Flower. Seeing her slightly puffy cheeks, he couldn't help but smile and poked her cheeks with his fingers: "Why are your cheeks puffy like a bun? Who made you angry?"
"No way~"
Little White Flower's cheeks instantly turned red. She shyly slapped away Xia Xu's mischievous hand and glanced around guiltily.
"That's good. Let's go and have dinner. What do you want to eat today?"
The two left the venue talking and laughing.
Grant, who was left alone and desolate, opened his mouth. The confidence he had just regained in shooting skills was instantly gone, leaving him with emptiness and loneliness. The dog food in his mouth also took away the appetite that was originally brought by the physical consumption.
On the other side, Xia Xu took Xiao Baihua to a small restaurant outside the school for dinner. Along the way, they talked and laughed about their respective experiences and interesting things on campus. Beside them was the leisurely and lazy Atuo, as if they were living a peaceful and tranquil life.
Until, an explosion that could be heard ten miles away came like a thunder.
"What's going on?"
"What exploded?"
"It seems to be coming from the nearby factory area?"
"Is there a fire? There's a lot of smoke coming out over there."
Groups of people on the street stopped to look up at the sound of thunder. The doors and windows of the surrounding buildings were opened one after another, and curious heads popped out to look around.
However, although the explosion was loud, it was at a considerable distance, so it did not cause much panic or agitation. After looking around for a while and seeing no results or follow-up, everyone quickly forgot about it.
Xia Xu's reaction to this was not much different. Although things like explosions and fires were occasional events, they could still happen. They were so far away and had little to do with him, so there was naturally no need to be paranoid. He just paid a little attention to the news the next day.
"A factory in this city caused a violent explosion and chain fire due to fire hazards. Fire safety needs to be taken seriously."
It was a mediocre and dull report that took up little space and did not cause any waves.