"This is bad. Meng Chao is actually taking the test with Zuo Haoran. Will he be disturbed?"
"Of course. Even though they are shooting at different targets, they can see each other's actions and results clearly. Meng Chao's mind will definitely be affected. He might even break down."
"Meng Chao is too stupid. He should study the rules of the test and understand that the gun test is split into groups of two. If his punching strength and speed are so great, he should have held back just now. If he got the third or fourth place in the class, he would have been able to avoid Zuo Haoran."
The students became anxious.
"Could it be that Meng Chao's condition and luck are heaven-defying today, and he'll be able to shoot really high marks?"
Most of the students who had this hope were those who ranked at the bottom of the class and did not intend to get into college.
The top ten students in the class snorted in disdain.
"That's impossible. The gun test isn't just about firing one shot. You have to assemble three guns and shoot ten handgun bullets, twenty rifle bullets, and thirty shell-less assault bullets for submachine guns. You have to shoot ten fixed targets and ten moving targets. It's fine if you're lucky once or twice, but how can you be lucky every single time?"
"You can try your luck with fixed targets, but moving targets are worth three to five times the points of fixed targets. They completely imitate the speed and trajectory of monsters. Each target only appears for a few seconds, and it's really fast and unpredictable. How can you bet on luck?"
"Usually, the live-fire classes in school don't teach us how to shoot moving targets, but Zuo Haoran specializes in shooting moving targets in Falcon Gun Club. How are we supposed to compete?"
The person who ranked at the bottom of the class refused to admit it. "Isn't there a Golden Target that's worth ten times the points of a normal target?"
The gun master in the class laughed. "The golden target is the last of the twenty targets. It's also the smallest, the furthest, the fastest, and the strangest. The target that's the size of a fist is fifty meters away, and it runs even faster than monsters. It only appears for one second, so you need to predict it beforehand. Unless your aim, gun sense, and reflexes are perfect, no one will be able to hit it. Even Zuo Haoran can't hit it. He won't even waste his bullets on the Golden Target! "
The person who ranked at the bottom of the class gave up. "Doesn't that mean that there's no hope at all?"
The gun master sighed. "I didn't have one in the first place. I just hope that Meng Chao can show off his glory and win against himself."
"Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!" the invigilator called them a second time.
As the students discussed, the two of them stepped forward.
"Meng Chao, wait."
The homeroom teacher suddenly walked over, pressed his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Let go of that ridiculous fight. The most important thing for you now is to fight your way into the second stage of the national college examination. It's normal that your marksmanship isn't as good as Zuo Haoran's, but don't lose your composure. If you lose your composure, you'll miss the target every time you shoot. No matter how good your results are, it'll be useless!"
"Ahem."
The invigilator coughed lightly.
Meng Chao nodded. "Mr. Wang, I'll do my best."
"That's good. Hold on and try to reduce the miss rate to below 30%. There's hope for us to advance to the next level!"
The homeroom teacher waved his fist, smiled at the invigilator, and retreated.
Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran stood in their shooting positions.
The long table in front of him was filled with parts that were mixed together.
Parts for pistols, rifles, and submachine guns were piled into a small mountain.
The two of them looked at each other.
The mockery in Zuo Haoran's eyes burned like fire, as if he wanted to burn Meng Chao to a crisp.
Meng Chao's gaze was a little unfocused, as if he could not focus.
He could not help it. Notifications kept popping up at the corner of his eyes, and the side effect of getting contribution points was that his gaze would drift around, as if he was ignoring others.
When Zuo Haoran noticed that he was being ignored, he flew into a rage.
Beep!
The invigilator pressed the timer, and ten fixed targets rose up at the end of the long shooting track across from them.
The ten fixed targets would exist for three minutes. The examinees had to assemble three guns within three minutes before they could shoot the fixed targets calmly.
The rules did not limit the number of fixed targets the examinees had to shoot. If they were absolutely confident in their marksmanship, it would be fine even if they did not shoot a single fixed target and only shot moving targets.
After all, the points for moving targets were five times or even more than ten times that of fixed targets.
But no examinee would be so stupid. The marksmanship of high school students was still very green. Fixed targets were the main targets they could take down. As for moving targets, they could only rely on luck.
"Kacha kacha, kacha kacha!"
The rhythmic sounds of parts being assembled came from Zuo Haoran's fingertips.
Every day after school, he trained in the gun club, so he was already very familiar with the standard guns of the Dragon City military. His movements were smooth, and he did not make any mistakes or make any unnecessary movements.
Even the students who doubted Zuo Haoran's character had to admit that watching him assemble guns was a form of enjoyment.
The teaching director was so happy that he could not close his mouth because of his nephew's outstanding performance.
Demon Yan looked at his watch as well. "Zuo Haoran's speed at assembling guns has increased by 10%. He's already catching up to most of the rocket class students. As expected, marksmanship is his forte."
Compared to Zuo Haoran's dazzling performance, Meng Chao was much more low-key.
He was not that slow. He was just at the speed of a normal high school student. He did everything in a methodical manner, and occasionally, he would stop to think or touch a part carefully. His eyes were half-closed, and no one knew what was going through his mind.
Everyone was anxious, but due to the rules of the examination hall, they could not urge him or encourage him.
Besides, Meng Chao's performance today was much better than his usual marksmanship classes.
He had already surpassed himself, so what else could they ask for?
"Alright, he's stable now." The homeroom teacher sighed in relief.
'That's more like it. Compete against each other? That's just the words of a child. So what if you can't win against Zuo Haoran? It's not like it will stop you from getting into college!'
Principal Sun, who was sitting in the corner, looked like he was dozing off. Suddenly, he opened his beady eyes and cast a glance at the gun platform.
He did not look at Zuo Haoran, but at Meng Chao.
He only stared at him for half a second before his eyelids drooped.
"Pretty good. Pretty good."
The heavy cannon of the past was now a small and shriveled old man. He dozed off again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One minute after the test started, Zuo Haoran finished assembling three guns. Like a whirlwind, he fired ten bullets from his handgun and thirty bullets from his submachine gun.
Ring ten! Ring ten! Ring ten! Forty bullets, and none of them missed. All of them hit the ring ten times. It was practically perfect!
The students could not help but cover their mouths and swallow their cries of surprise.
At that moment, Meng Chao finished assembling the guns and started shooting.
Unfortunately, more than two minutes had already passed.
He was clearly affected by Zuo Haoran's perfect performance. Even though his movements were rather coordinated and his precision was pretty good, he made the most serious mistake.
"Is he using a semi-automatic rifle?" the students asked in whispers.
Usually, gun experts would use handguns and submachine guns when they shot fixed targets.
The shooting range of handguns was short, and the accuracy of submachine guns was not high. They were perfect for shooting fixed targets and getting basic points.
The semi-automatic rifles, which were equipped with optical sights and had the highest accuracy, were used to shoot moving targets to get high marks.
This was a classic strategy, and it was what Zuo Haoran did.
Once Meng Chao fired all the bullets from his handgun, he seemed to be a little flustered, but he still picked up the semi-automatic rifle and fired without a care in the world.
Even though his results were pretty good and he managed to hit twelve or thirteen ring ten, which meant that he was about the same as Zuo Haoran's.
But was he going to use a submachine gun to shoot moving targets that moved around randomly?
This scene was too beautiful. The students looked at each other, and the image of a big, shiny duck egg appeared in front of their eyes.
"That's not right. I reckon that Meng Chao's strategy is to completely give up on moving targets and shoot all his bullets at fixed targets. That way, he'll be able to get a lot of points."
"That's true. Many students with weak shooting skills give up on moving targets. But this is bad. He took too long to assemble the guns just now. He's running out of time!"
"Then hurry up. We'll get as many points as we can. Why are you just daydreaming?"
The students were so anxious that their eyes were practically spitting fire. They really wanted to go up and shoot for him.
But Meng Chao remained unmoved. He just hugged the submachine gun and waited for the countdown to reach zero with a dumbfounded expression.
Beep. Time was up. All the fixed targets fell to the ground.
Ten seconds later, it was time to shoot at moving targets.
Meng Chao still had thirty assault bullets for submachine guns, and Zuo Haoran still had twenty bullets for semi-automatic rifles.
The former had great firepower, low accuracy, and great recoil, so it was not easy to control them. The latter was made for accurate shooting.
The students could not help but sigh loudly.
The homeroom teacher was so angry that he stomped his feet. 'Why can't this child take a compliment?'
"Meng Chao doesn't seem to be very calm," the teaching director said calmly.
The dean said calmly, "He's the student who found unorthodox ways to practice and ended up in the hospital. His personality is too extreme. I'm afraid his future will be difficult."
Demon Yan stared at Meng Chao and sank into deep thought. A hint of puzzlement appeared on his black and shiny face.
"Principal?" Demon Yan drew close to the small and shriveled old man and respectfully whispered for guidance.
"Hmm? Huh? Pretty good. Pretty good. "Principal Sun was woken up by him. He smiled and nodded before he closed his eyes again.
Ten seconds passed quickly.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Moving targets rose up in front of the two examinees like phantoms. They moved about madly without any pattern.
Everyone held their breaths.
Zuo Haoran also had a solemn expression. He wrapped the gun belt around his arm and stood in a standard triangular stance while he fired calmly.
Ring four! Ring five! Ring three! Ring seven!
His marks for moving targets were not as good as those for fixed targets, but they were far above most of the students' limits.
Every time he hit a moving target, as long as he bit the edge of the target, he would get more marks than if he hit ten rings on a fixed target.
As for Meng Chao, he put on a stance no one had seen before and fired a few shots. A small number of his bullets missed the target, and even if he bit the target, he only managed to hit three rings or less. The distance between him and Zuo Haoran grew wider.
Ring nine!
Zuo Haoran's last bullet produced an astonishing result. He put away his gun expressionlessly and showed the invigilator the clips and magazines of his three guns. Then, he took two steps back and turned around to get off the stage. It was only then that a hint of high spirits appeared on his face.
"Very good, Class 6's class rep. Very good!" The teaching director beamed.
"Zuo Haoran, well done." The homeroom teacher congratulated him with complicated emotions.
But in his heart, he thought, 'Aren't you a little too awesome? If you shoot like this, you'll completely destroy your classmate's mentality. Our class might end up losing one undergraduate student. What kind of grudge is this? Is there a need to be so overbearing?'
Indeed, Meng Chao seemed to be stunned by Zuo Haoran's results. He just stood there and did not move.
Someone saw that he had even closed his eyes and simply allowed the targets to flash past his eyes.
"Is he … completely giving up?" The students looked at each other at a loss.
As time passed, the moving targets at the back became smaller and faster. Since he could miss the targets at the front, it was impossible for him to hit the ones at the back.
'He overestimates himself.' Zuo Haoran sneered in his heart.
At that moment, a golden light flashed at the end of the lane.
The final target was the Golden Target, which was worth a lot of points.
This was the same as a bonus question in the national college examination. Most of the students did not even think about hitting it.
Even Zuo Haoran had only hit seven moving targets before he gave up on the last three.
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