"Oops, Meng Chao is testing with Zuo Haoran. Will he be disturbed?"

"Definitely. Although the two of them are shooting at different targets, they can clearly see every move and performance of the other party. Meng Chao's mentality must be affected, and he may collapse."

"Meng Chao is so stupid. He should study the exam rules carefully and understand that the firearms test is divided into two groups and is sorted by the first two scores. Since his punching power and speed are so powerful, he should have reserved some strength just now and won the whole class.

Third or fourth, you can avoid Zuo Haoran."

The students were secretly anxious.

Some people also wondered: "Could it be possible that Meng Chao's condition and luck today are incredible, and he can score super high scores?"

Those who hold this hope are mostly those who are at the bottom of their class and have no plans to take the undergraduate exam.

The top ten in the class all sneered.

"Impossible, the firearms test is not just to fire one shot, but to assemble three firearms yourself, and then shoot ten fixed targets and

With ten moving targets, it’s okay to have good luck with one or two shots, but how can it be possible to have good luck with both shots?”

"Fixed targets can also bet on luck, but the points of moving targets are three to five times that of fixed targets. They completely simulate the speed and trajectory of monsters. Each target only appears for a few seconds. It is extremely fast and erratic.

, how to bet on luck?”

"Usually the live-fire shooting classes in school don't teach us much about moving targets, but Zuo Haoran specializes in moving targets in the Falcon Gun Club. How can this compare?"

Crane tail is still not convinced: "Isn't there a 'golden target' with a score ten times higher than an ordinary target?"

The firearms masters in the class all laughed: "The golden target is the last one among the twenty targets. It is also the smallest, the farthest, the fastest moving, and the weirdest trajectory. The fist-sized target is fifty meters away.

It runs faster than the monster and only appears for one second. It needs to be predicted in advance. Unless the shooting skills, gun sense and nerve reaction speed are all 'perfect', who can hit it? Not even Zuo Haoran can hit it.

You won’t even waste bullets on the golden target!”

Crane tail was discouraged: "Isn't there no hope at all?"

The firearms master sighed: "I didn't have any in the first place. I just hope that Meng Chao can show his style and defeat himself."

"Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!" the invigilator called a second time.

Amid the discussion among the classmates, the two stepped forward.

"Meng Chao, wait."

The class teacher suddenly came over, pressed his shoulder, and whispered, "Stop the ridiculous fight of emotions. The most important thing for you now is to pass the second level of undergraduate studies. It is normal for your marksmanship to be inferior to Zuo Haoran. Don't lose your mentality. Once you have a good mentality,

Collapse, the gun missed the target, no matter how good the previous results were, it’s useless!”

"Ahem."

The invigilator coughed twice.

Meng Chao nodded: "Teacher Wang, I will do my best."

"That's good, hold on, try to suppress the miss rate to less than 30%, there is hope for reaching the next level!"

The head teacher waved his fist, smiled at the invigilator, and stepped back.

Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran stood in their respective shooting positions.

The long table in front of me is filled with mixed parts.

Parts of pistols, rifles and submachine guns were piled into a hill.

The two looked at each other.

The sarcasm in Zuo Haoran's eyes was as strong as fire, as if it was about to burn Meng Chao to ashes.

Meng Chao's eyes were a little distracted, as if he was not focused.

I can't help it, messages keep popping up in the corners of my eyes, and the side effect of getting contribution points is that my eyes are wandering, as if I'm ignoring others.

Finding that he was ignored, Zuo Haoran became even more angry.

"drop!"

The invigilator pressed the timer, and ten fixed targets rose at the end of the long target lane opposite them.

Ten fixed targets will exist for three minutes, and candidates must complete the assembly of three firearms within three minutes before they can shoot the fixed targets calmly.

The rules do not limit how many fixed targets a candidate must shoot at. If you have absolute confidence in your marksmanship, it doesn't matter if you don't shoot at any fixed targets and shoot at all moving targets.

After all, the score of a moving target is three to five times, or even ten times more than that of a fixed target.

But no candidate would be so stupid. The marksmanship of high school students is still very immature. The fixed targets are big ones that they can chew down. As for the moving targets, they can only be fooled one by one.

"Click, click, click!"

The sound of parts being assembled came from Zuo Haoran's fingertips.

Training at the firearms club after school every day, he has long been familiar with the standard firearms of the Longcheng military. His movements are smooth and smooth, without any omissions or redundancies.

Even the students who questioned Zuo Haoran's character had to admit that it was a pleasure to watch him assemble a gun.

The dean was even more delighted with his nephew's outstanding performance.

Demon Head Yan also looked at his watch: "Zuo Haoran's gun-assembly speed has increased by 10%, catching up with most of the students in the rocket class. As expected, marksmanship is his strongest point."

Compared with Zuo Haoran's gorgeousness, Meng Chao is much more low-key.

It's not that slow, it's just the level of an ordinary high school student. He's very precise, and he has to stop and think from time to time, or caress a certain part carefully, half-closing his eyes, not knowing what's going on in his mind.

Everyone was anxious, and due to examination room discipline, they couldn't urge or encourage.

What's more, Meng Chao's performance today was much better than usual in firearms class.

He has surpassed himself, what else can anyone ask for?

"Okay, hold on." The head teacher breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right. What kind of showdown is this? It's just childish talk. So what if you can't compare to Zuo Haoran? It doesn't prevent you from taking the undergraduate exam!

On the contrary, Principal Sun, who was sitting in the corner, seemed to be taking a nap, and suddenly opened his small mung bean eyes and glanced at the gun stand.

Not looking at Zuo Haoran, but looking at Meng Chao.

He only looked at it for half a second before his slack eyelids drooped.

"Pretty good, pretty good."

The heavy artillery of yesteryear, the wizened little old man of today, took a nap again.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Just one minute after the exam started, Zuo Haoran completed the assembly of three firearms and fired ten pistol bullets and thirty submachine gun bullets like a whirlwind.

Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings! Forty rounds of bullets, every shot was accurate, and the gun hit ten rings, it was perfect!

The students couldn't help but cover their mouths and swallow back their exclamations.

At this time, Meng Chao also completed assembly and started shooting.

Unfortunately, more than two minutes have passed.

He was obviously disturbed by Zuo Haoran's perfect performance. Although his movements were relatively coordinated and his accuracy was good, he made the most serious mistake.

"He used a semi-automatic rifle?" the students whispered.

Generally speaking, firearms masters will use pistols and submachine guns when shooting fixed targets.

The pistol has a short range and the accuracy of the submachine gun is not high. It is just used to get basic points on a fixed target.

Semi-automatic rifles equipped with optical sights and the highest accuracy are used to achieve high scores on moving targets.

This is a classic strategy, and this is what Zuo Haoran did.

After Meng Chao fired the empty pistol, he seemed to be in a hurry, but he picked up his semi-automatic rifle and fired without hesitation.

Although his grades were good and he received twelve or thirteen ten rings, he looked not much different from Zuo Haoran.

But then, use a submachine gun to hit an erratic moving target?

This picture is so beautiful. The students looked at each other and a big, shiny duck egg appeared in front of their eyes.

"No, I guess Meng Chao's strategy is to completely abandon the moving target and shoot all the bullets at the fixed target. This can also score a lot of points."

"That's true. Many students with weak marksmanship will give up on moving targets, but, oh no, he was too slow to assemble the gun just now, and there is no time!"

"Then hurry up and get to the right score. Why are you standing there so stupidly?"

The students were so anxious that their eyes were on fire and they wanted to go up and shoot for him.

Meng Chao was indifferent, just holding the submachine gun and waiting blankly for the countdown to reach zero.

"Dip", when the time is up, all the fixed targets fell down.

Ten seconds later, it's moving target shooting.

Meng Chao also had thirty rounds of assault ammunition specifically designed for submachine guns, and Zuo Haoran also had twenty rounds of semi-automatic rifle ammunition.

The former has strong firepower, low accuracy, strong recoil, and is extremely difficult to control, while the latter is designed for precise shooting.

The students couldn't help but let out a huge sigh.

The head teacher was so angry that he stamped his feet, why didn't this child get praised?

"This classmate Meng Chao is not very stable."

The dean said calmly, "He is the student who found other ways to practice and trained himself to the hospital. His personality is too extreme. I'm afraid his future will be difficult."

Devil Yan stared at Meng Chao, but he was lost in thought, with a hint of suspicion on his big dark face.

"Principal?" Devil Yan approached the wizened little old man, respectfully, and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm, ah? Pretty good, pretty good." Principal Sun was woken up by him, nodded with a smile, and closed his eyes again.

Ten seconds passed quickly.

Swish swish swish!

In front of the two candidates, ghostly moving targets rose up one after another, moving wildly and irregularly.

Everyone held their breath.

Zuo Haoran also had a solemn face, wrapped the gun belt around his arm, stood in a standard triangular posture, and shot slowly.

Four rings! Five rings! Three rings! Seven rings!

His performance on the moving target was not as good as on the fixed target, but far exceeded the limits of most of his classmates.

Every time you hit a moving target, as long as you bite the edge of the target, your score will be higher than if you hit a ten-ring target on a fixed target.

Meng Chao, on the other hand, assumed a posture that no one had seen before and fired several shots. Only half of the bullets missed the target. Even if he hit the target, he only shot less than three rings. The gap between him and Zuo Haoran grew wider and wider.

Nine rings!

Zuo Haoran's last bullet produced an astonishingly good result. He put away the gun with an expressionless face, showed the magazines and magazines of the three firearms to the invigilator, took two steps back, turned around and left the field, and then a look appeared on his face.

A bit of high-spirited flavor.

"Very good, monitor of Class 6, very good!" the dean smiled broadly.

"Classmate Zuo Haoran, well done." The class teacher also congratulated with mixed emotions.

But I said in my heart, you are too awesome, beating like this has completely shattered the mentality of your classmates, and our class may lose one undergraduate student. Why do you have any grudges? Why are you so aggressive?

Indeed, Meng Chao seemed stunned by Zuo Haoran's results and remained standing still.

Some people saw that he even closed his eyes and allowed the targets to pass by.

"Is this... giving up completely?" The students looked at each other in confusion.

As time goes by, the moving targets at the back are getting smaller and faster, and since they can miss the target at the front, it is impossible to hit the target at the back.

"The mantis is using his arms as a chariot, and he overestimates his own capabilities." Zuo Haoran sneered in his heart.

At this moment, a golden glow flashed at the end of the target lane.

The last target, a golden target with a super high score appears.

This is equivalent to an additional question in the college entrance examination, and most students have never thought about taking it.

Even Zuo Haoran only hit seven moving targets just now, and gave up on the last three.
Chapter completed!