Soon, a minute passed. Qin Sheng put down the gun and stood up, with her back straight.
Zhao Xiang looked specifically at Qin Sheng's target.
There is a hole in the middle of the ten rings.
Zhao Xiang was stunned. It was impossible. With Qin Sheng's level, how could he shoot into the middle of the ten rings
Zhao Xiang was busy looking elsewhere.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
There is only one hole at the tenth ring position, and there is no other place.
It seemed that the shot that hit the tenth ring was just Qin Sheng's good luck, and the other four bullets missed the target.
This time, she wanted to see how Qin Sheng could pass
The instructor walked over and began to register the students' shooting results.
The voice was very high and clearly reached the ears of every student in the class.
"Ye Fangming, thirty-five rings."
"Li Jinhao, thirty-three rings."
“…”
The instructor walked to Zhao Xiang's target and was surprised when he saw Zhao Xiang's score. He raised his voice and said, "Zhao Xiang, forty-three rings."
After the words fell, there was a burst of applause.
"That's amazing. Forty-three rings. I hit an average of nine rings per target. This is probably my best result so far."
"I have only studied for two or three days, and I have achieved such results. It is really amazing."
"I can have thirty-five rings, and I can wake up laughing even in my dreams, let alone forty-three rings."
After hearing this, Zhao Xiang raised his head proudly.
In fact, she not only studied for three days, but for the past four weeks, she asked Father Zhao to arrange a special teacher for her to teach her every night.
Zhao Xiang wants to surpass Qin Sheng and get the first place in the military training results of the Department of Medicine.
After writing down Zhao Xiang's results, the instructor came to Qin Sheng's target position.
Seeing that there was only one hole, he frowned and shouted loudly: "Qin Sheng, ten rings."
Hearing this, Zhao Xiang looked at Qin Sheng mockingly.
Oh, sure enough, he couldn't even hit the target.
In addition to the students from the medical department, there were also computer students who had finished the shooting test. They all came to watch Qin Sheng compete. When they heard what the instructor said, they couldn't believe it. Qin Sheng only got ten rings
They all began to discuss, "It must be fake. Qin, the school beauty, is so powerful, how can she only have ten rings?"
"I took a look at the target. Yes, it's ten rings."
"Damn it. It's too miserable for a school beauty like Qin to be thrown into a base for training."
“…”
Shen Jiayue crossed her arms and looked at this scene with a sneer, her heart filled with joy.
She could finally see Qin Sheng make a fool of himself for once.
There was a lot of noise all around, but the girl standing in the middle was not affected by it at all.
Shen Jiayue said loudly and mockingly: "Qin Sheng, with your grades, you have the nerve not to participate in military training? Not only did you fail, but you also held back your entire class!"
Shooting is not only an individual assessment, but the results are also calculated into the overall score of the class.
Hearing this, some students in the class inevitably complained about Qin Sheng.
Qin Sheng glanced at Shen Jiayue, and the ridicule in her eyes made Shen Jiayue suddenly angry.
Qin Sheng dared to make fun of her
How dare she? She shot thirty-three rings, but Qin Sheng only shot ten rings!
The instructor frowned and asked, "Qin Sheng, what's wrong with you? Since you applied for exemption from military training, you should have this kind of strength. Why are your grades still so messed up?"
The instructor asked Qin Sheng directly, showing no mercy.
Qin Sheng's red lips parted slightly, "My score should be fifty rings."
(End of chapter)