Somehow, things shifted from Zhang Kui and Song Ye to Song Ye and Lao Lao.
Moreover, Song Ye believed that his skills were inferior to those of others. This arrogant young man who dared to rush into the veterans' dormitory in the middle of the night and beat people, and even challenged seven to seven took the initiative to admit defeat. Zhang Kui was the first to not believe such nonsense.
But the trouble stayed away from him. Of course he would not take the initiative to get close to him. He was even happy to see the result and poked the veteran's arm. "That's right. Are you, the second best, afraid of losing to a new recruit?"
The veteran's face darkened. He didn't expect that he would be defeated in front of everyone, and he would be tricked by Zhang Kui, who always had a bad temper.
No, the person who plotted against him was the young man in front of him.
After admitting that he can't compete with the first place, it is perfectly reasonable to settle for second place and compete with the second place.
Song Ye was right, she was a new recruit, so it was not shameful to compare.
But, if we compare...
"Tsk, tsk, my understanding of little Song Ye's evil deeds is really increasing day by day." Dong Qian shook his head, knowing that Song Ye was going to tease him again without looking.
But this time it's not the unlucky Zhang Kui, but the second best guy recognized by the team.
Against the overwhelming general, the veteran was unable to dismount, and had to cope with the situation.
"I'll lend you your seat for a moment." Song Ye passed by Zhang Kui and just said this lightly before standing next to the veteran.
Brother Zhang in front of others, and you and you behind others. Zhang Kui couldn't help scolding Song Ye in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He even vaguely expected Song Ye to win.
It is true that no matter which group or team you are in, the first and second place will always compete to the death. Among the teams that are candidates for the Eagle Group, the relationship between Zhang Kui, the first place, and the second place is also quite close.
But this stalemate is not about performance, but about popularity.
In terms of physical fitness and skills, Zhang Kui has always been the well-deserved number one in the team, and he is a long way behind the second place. But although the second place's performance was mediocre, he was known as a good person in the team. He was good at interpersonal relationships, and he was able to raise his net worth to be on par with Zhang Kui.
So in everyone's eyes, Song Ye can't compare to the number one Zhang Kui, and naturally he can't compare to the second best guy.
Most of the people who came here came to see Song Ye's joke. Seeing her holding the gun slowly, her posture was not standard at all, and she almost couldn't see the target. Someone in the team immediately laughed, "Hey, little one , the target is over there, don’t miss it.”
But Song Ye still looked slow, carefully stuffing bullets into the magazine one by one, as if he was sincere and fearful.
Seeing this, the good man raised a smile and patted Song Ye on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, I believe you are very talented."
When the latter was startled, a bullet fell out and landed on the stage, making everyone laugh.
Zhang Kui watched from the side, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. Perhaps he was used to the sinister and arrogant nature of the young man, but now his cowardly body was awkward to look at.
He stretched out his hand for no reason, waved away the good old man's arm, stood next to Song Ye, and slapped Song Ye on the back, "Keep your head up, chest out, don't really think of yourself as a pussy. "If you dare to go to their dormitory and beat someone up, don't be afraid at this time.
Song Ye was really staggered at this time. He stood still and looked at Zhang Kui's dark face with some surprise, and unexpectedly saw an embarrassing blush.
She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said with a half-smile, "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your advice."
Zhang Kui was stunned and didn't understand what he was pointing out.
"Hey, don't wait any longer. When the instructor comes back later, hurry up and compete." The person next to him couldn't help but urged.
Song Ye didn't want the instructor to see the competition, so the two sides quickly got into a stance and used pistols to determine the outcome.
Bang bang bang... The veteran's shooting speed was very fast. Compared with Bai Zhibin's movements in the club, there was more than a slight difference, but from his posture and eyes, Song Ye could tell that the opponent was quite strong.
But just now Song Ye was standing on the side watching, and she knew exactly how accurate the opponent was.
Slightly half a beat behind, Song Ye followed suit and fired. The rhythm of the continuous gunshots was not fast, and his posture was unadjusted and loose. He looked like a complete amateur.
There is almost no need to look at the results, everyone can guess them.
After firing the ten shots, the two clicked the button to bring the bullseye closer to check the results.
The good guy's team is considered to be at the 90th ring level, which is considered to be an above-average level. There are many people in the team who can achieve this result.
"Haha, I made a mistake this time, please forgive me." Before anyone could say anything, the good man found a way to get off the stairs. He ranks second in overall skills, but when it comes to playing with guns, his qualifications are mediocre. However, his public relations are usually in place, which creates the illusion of outstanding achievements.
But even if he admitted his mistake, no one would think he would lose.
As expected, several veterans comforted him, "I don't blame you. I've already played two rounds. It's inevitable that I lost my accuracy. This result is enough to crush the newcomers."
It is human nature to welcome the high and suppress the low, and good people are very good at taking advantage of this.
With everyone's words, it was as if Song Ye had been completely defeated and the result could be ignored.
But when they stretched their necks to look curiously, their jaws almost dropped when they counted carefully.
Ninety-one rings.
They rubbed their eyes several times and re-verified it several times, almost seeing through the target in front of Song Ye. In the end, they all had expressions of seeing a ghost.
It's incredible for a new recruit to shoot a gun for the first time and get a score of 91 in ten shots.
But it can be said that she has practiced, but the scene where she failed to load bullets just flashed before everyone's eyes, and her posture and technique did not look like an expert at all.
Could it be...this is talent again
Song Ye rubbed his wrist, as if he couldn't bear the recoil of the pistol. He turned to Zhang Kui and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your guidance."
ah? Zhang Kui, who was also immersed in shock, was stunned and opened his mouth wide, not understanding what Song Ye meant by this sentence.
But the good old man was choked, and his face finally became a little unbearable. He changed several colors in turn, and finally turned red.
When Song Ye said thank you to Zhang Kui, wasn't he indirectly stating that he was not as good as the newcomer Zhang Kui mentioned.
It was no shame for the new recruit to lose, but he, who claimed to be in second place on par with Zhang Kui, lost to the new recruit. His face was really slapped.
The three wild wolves outside all turned around and laughed until their stomachs cramped. This Song Ye trick was so damn damaging.