To my surprise, the class leader missed the first shot she aimed at the Russian matryoshka doll in the night market's shooting game.
The class leader furrowed her brows and fired again with the rifle in her hand. The plastic bullet drew a weak parabola on the right side of the Russian nesting doll and fell to the ground through the gap between the wooden shelves.
The class leader became slightly annoyed after missing two shots. She clenched her teeth, squinted one eye, and took a minute to aim. Then she held her breath and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
She missed again.
The owner of the shooting stall smiled proudly. The balding middle-aged man looked at the owner of the hoop trap not far from him and felt an indescribable sense of superiority.
Missing a target with three shots is a fatal mistake for both a hunter and a police officer. The class leader furrowed her brows and held the rifle in her hand without saying a word.
I watched from the side while hugging the doll, but my heart was in turmoil.
What's going on? So the class leader's marksmanship is this bad! Does that mean I don't have to worry about getting killed by a double-barreled shotgun? The class leader will probably aim at me and kill the person on my right!
After thinking about it for a bit, I realized something was wrong. The throwing knives hanging in the gardener's hut proved that the class leader practiced hard with flying tools. I don't know if the class leader has a place to practice firearms, but during the Emperor Supremacy incident two years ago, the class leader used rubber bullets to send the bad guys into a frenzy. This proves that the class leader's ability to adapt to firearms is extremely high, and she definitely doesn't deserve the evaluation of 'bad marksmanship'.
While I was puzzled, the class leader held the rifle horizontally and examined it. She raised her eyebrows and said to me in a low voice:
"So that's how it is. The crosshairs are slightly off to the right, and the bullet doesn't have enough force when it leaves the chamber. It'll turn into a parabola when it's about ten centimeters away from the target … No wonder the owner had such a sinister smile, he purposely designed it so that no one would be able to hit the target!"
Just as the class leader guessed, none of the people playing the shooting game hit the prizes on the wooden shelves. They all resentfully took a worthless consolation prize and left.
I was very angry at the stall owner who had cheated. If I hadn't been carrying the bag in my left hand and holding Snoopy in my right, I would have gone over and argued with him.
The class leader stopped me when she saw my irritated expression: "Ye Lin, don't be like that. You're acting like you're trying to help me vent my anger because I can't shoot accurately …"
The class leader didn't want other people to hear about it, no matter if it was a miss or her male companion smashing up the stall to vent his anger.
"Then what should we do?" I gritted my teeth. "Do we have to suffer in silence?"
"I won't." A confident smile appeared on the corner of the class leader's mouth, "I've already figured out the pattern from the three missed shots. I can use my experience to correct the errors and make up for the gun's flaws."
"Can you do it?" I was doubtful, "Not only are the crosshairs slanted to the right, but the bullet also doesn't have enough thrust. Even if you purposely aim left, the bullet would still wither midway. It's not enough to just hit the prizes, you have to knock the prizes off the wooden shelves."
"Don't worry." The class leader said while aiming, "Since I know the bullet's trajectory is a parabola that moves to the right, then I can purposely aim the crosshair at the top left of the prize. As long as I calculate it properly, I can use gravity to accelerate the bullet and hit the prize with enough kinetic energy."
"That's too complicated." I said, "You'd need a causal program to do it."
I was still wearing my smartwatch when I came out with the class leader, but I didn't wear my contact lenses (it's a bit uncomfortable after wearing them for a long time). So even if I let Xiao Yin do the calculations, it would still be inconvenient. Also, I don't even know what data to input.
"Don't worry." The class leader raised the imitation rifle and pointed the muzzle to the upper left, "When my uncle taught me how to hunt, there were all kinds of disadvantageous conditions in the forest that I had to overcome. I could even hit flying crows, let alone these immobile ones …"
"Bang!"
After calculating the complicated trajectory, the class leader pressed the trigger without hesitation.
The plastic bullet left the chamber. At first, no matter who saw it, the bullet didn't seem like it was deliberately aimed at the Russian nesting doll. Instead, it looked like a little girl trying to vent her frustration.
But after half a second, the plastic bullet fell from the highest point in an inconceivable parabola. It fell faster and faster until it perfectly hit the red dot on the Russian nesting doll's forehead.
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound of impact, the Russian nesting doll fell onto the cushion behind the wooden shelf.
The owner's expression changed, but he quickly calmed down. He probably comforted himself by saying, "It was just a coincidence. It was just a coincidence, there won't be a second miracle."
"Girl, you're so lucky! You still have six bullets, treasure them! "
But I knew the class leader wasn't just lucky. Not only did she take into account the skewed crosshairs and the bullet's lack of power, but she also took into account the wind speed in the night market.
This was probably the first time someone hit a prize since the shooting stand opened. It attracted four or five bystanders to watch the commotion.
Shu Sha had been the class leader since elementary school. At the opening and closing ceremonies, she had often acted as the student representative to speak in public. It could be said that she was used to seeing the wind and waves, so she would not be affected by being surrounded.
After using three shots to measure the error and one to test the waters, the class leader was confident. She took a deep breath and fired four shots. She hit the remote control toy truck, the Barbie doll set, the stainless steel vacuum kettle, and the solar-powered camping lantern.
Crackle! The four items fell onto the cushion behind the wooden shelf like dumplings.
The bystanders couldn't help but go into an uproar. Since these prizes were more expensive, they were placed further away. Also, they were heavier, so even if someone hit them with a bullet, they wouldn't have been able to knock them down.
But the class leader was able to instantly find the key point that made the prizes lose balance when the crosshairs were skewed. She also hit that spot without missing a beat.
"Amazing!" A male parent with a child exclaimed, "I fired 20 bullets here ten minutes ago and didn't hit anything. Where did this female student learn marksmanship? Is the school's military training so strict now? "
The class leader smiled. She turned around with one hand on her waist and the other holding a gun. She saw that the parent was holding a pair of cute twins and couldn't help but like them from the bottom of her heart. She called the owner of the shooting stand and said:
"Bring the Barbie doll set and the remote control toy truck over, I want to give them to the twins over here."
The owner had no choice but to bring the two prizes from behind the wooden shelf with a dark expression and handed them to the parents of the twins in a bad mood.
"How can I accept it?" The male parent evaded, "We've never met before …"
Her children raised their heads and looked expectantly at the remote control truck and the Barbie doll set in their father's hands. They were afraid that their father wouldn't want them.
The class leader smiled gently and said to the male parent: "I only shot these two prizes to test my marksmanship, so it's useless even if I take them back. Your twins are so cute, I can't help but want to give them gifts when I see them."
The male parent could only thank the class leader after seeing her sincerity: "Then I'm really sorry … Xiao Xing, Xiao Lan, hurry and thank your sister!"
The male parent was a bit careless. When he was splitting the gifts, he mistakenly gave the boy the Barbie doll set and gave the girl the remote control truck toy. After the twins swapped the toys, they greeted the class leader with a face full of joy and childishly said:
"Thank you, sister! You're the best! "
The boy, Xiao Xing, had a sweet mouth and added: "Sister's a sharpshooter, much better than dad!"
The class leader confirmed that her marksmanship didn't deteriorate and she did something that made her happy. She happily waved goodbye to them and then shifted her attention back to the shooting stand.
There were still two bullets in the imitation rifle, so the class leader didn't plan on wasting them.
The owner of the shooting stand had an extremely ugly expression. He lit up a cigarette and smoked with all his might. He wanted to blow the choking smoke towards the class leader and affect her performance.
The class leader had an unhappy expression and held the rifle even tighter.
Strictly speaking, the class leader wasn't the type to be unreasonable. She didn't take the Maotai and the remote control toy away when she was playing with hoops. She left them for the stall owner.
The class leader also knew it was unfair to the stall owner with her talent in flying equipment, so she only wanted to have fun and didn't care about the actual benefits.
But the situation at the shooting stand was different. Not only did the owner tamper with the equipment, but he also used a fierce expression to scare the tourists who hit the prizes. If it wasn't for my fierce expression, he might have already started cursing at the class leader.
The correct way for the owner of the shooting stand to avoid greater losses was to say some soft words to the class leader or give her a prize that was above average value and beg her to stop. But he chose to use the annoying smell of smoke to suffocate the class leader.
The class leader held her breath, raised the muzzle and aimed at the giant chinchilla toy on the top of the wooden stand.
Although I'm not sure if the chinchilla was officially licensed by Studio Ghibli, it's pretty similar based on its appearance. Coupled with its large size and smooth fur, it's probably worth more than the remote control truck and Barbie doll sets.
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