"Huh?!" Zhao Ying subconsciously looked toward the sound of gunfire. The gunshot was made by Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan fired extremely fast.
No matter how good the marksmanship is, there is no way he can fire the gun so fast. After going through the extreme physical exertion in the past, it was already pretty good to be able to assemble the gun within two minutes.
After assembly is complete, proceed to shooting. No matter how good a person is in marksmanship, he must remain alert at times like this.
It would be better to play slower than to increase the error rate. Once the number of rings falls below ninety, they will be eliminated due to failure.
"Jiang..." Zhao Ying wanted to remind Jiang Fan. But before she could finish her words, Jiang Fan had already put down the gun and started preparing to assemble the pistol.
"The fight is over??" Zhao Ying's thoughts could no longer keep up with Jiang Fan's movements, and he only heard a few clicks.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Fan quickly assembled the pistol and immediately raised it to shoot. Jiang Fan's shooting speed with the pistol was obviously much faster than that with the rifle just now.
Zhao Ying's heart trembled when he heard the gunfire fired by Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan has no rival in terms of physical fitness.
As long as Jiang Fan hits any of the next two items, as long as Jiang Fan reaches 90 rings, he will be the first in the morning.
Of the two events in the afternoon, only fighting was a bit stressful for Jiang Fan. It would be a pity if Jiang Fan was eliminated in the morning.
Putting down the pistol, Jiang Fan let out a long sigh of relief. His body collapsed the moment he put down the pistol.
Although Jiang Fan could continue to tense up, he had to rest when he could. The selection of seed clubs will certainly not be that simple.
Although no one said what the next subject would be, Jiang Fan knew that there would definitely be other selection subjects.
Jiang Fan saw a tree next to him and leaned against it to rest. Zhao Ying thought Jiang Fan was just screwing up.
He quickly walked to Jiang Fan,
"Jiang Fan, what happened to you just now?"
"I know your shooting level. With your physical ability and your leading speed, even if it takes you five minutes to shoot 10 bullets, you will still be the first." Looking at Zhao Ying's concerned and resentful look, Jiang Fan's eyes were very serious. He looked at her strangely.
"Why does it take me five minutes to do something that I can do in seconds?"
"Don't think I don't know there are selection subjects in the afternoon."
"It's definitely not that simple to join your seed club, right?" Zhao Ying: "???" She was directly confused by Jiang Fan's words.
How many seconds can this be done? But seeing Jiang Fan's confident look, Zhao Ying felt that Jiang Fan was not lying.
Originally, after shooting, the results were reviewed and announced. But Zhao Ying said hello to Sun Yong and asked Sun Yong to bring Jiang Fan's target paper in advance.
Sun Yong originally thought that there might not be any bullet holes on the target paper. But when Sun Yong took a closer look, Sun Yong almost stumbled and fell into pieces.
When he saw the ten bullet holes on the target paper, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Fuck...fuck!"
"Is this so damn true?"
"100 rings???" Sun Yong took the target paper and wanted to put his face on the target paper to count Jiang Fan's rings.
10 bullet holes, densely distributed in 10 rings. Returning to the pistol fixed target, Sun Yong took down the target paper from the thirty-meter fixed target.
The target paper for a pistol is basically the same as the target paper for a rifle. Even the accuracy of a pistol is higher than that of a rifle.
Sun Yong's excited expression was a bit out of control, and he ran back like a fool.
"No matter how bad your grades are, you won't be like this, right?" Zhao Ying frowned.
"How many rings does Jiang Fan have?" After hearing Zhao Ying's words, Jiang Fan seemed to suddenly understand what Zhao Ying was thinking.
This woman thought he was just playing blindly. Jiang Fan was too lazy to explain to Zhao Ying. For convenience and because he was a little tired, Jiang Fan did not let the bullet go through the previous bullet hole.
If that happens, it will cause some trouble when checking the results. After all, there are no high-speed cameras here. No one would believe his record of bullets passing through bullet holes under such circumstances.
Sun Yong's beard was edgy and his hands were shaking with excitement.
"Sister Ying, see for yourself!" Two target papers were tremblingly sent to Zhao Ying. Seeing Sun Yong's appearance, Zhao Ying couldn't help but wonder about Jiang Fan's achievements.
Other members of the Seed Club also joined in. When they saw Jiang Fan shooting like that, they all thought Jiang Fan had given up.
Li Hao and the others at the scene were watching just now. Seeing that Zhao Ying and the others had already checked the target paper, Li Hao and the others were so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe.
Zhao Dong clenched his fists tightly, his palms sweating uncontrollably.
"How could this kid do such nonsense at a time like this!" The others didn't speak, looking over nervously.
When Zhao Ying and the others carefully counted the bullet holes on the two target papers, the air suddenly solidified.
"one two three……"
"..."
"Nine……"
"Ten..." The members of each club were almost counting the target paper to pieces. Although they didn't want to believe it, there were indeed 10 bullet holes on the target paper, and all 10 bullet holes were within the 10 rings.
"One hundred rings for rifles, one hundred rings for pistols!"
"Fuck!"
"Brother, are you really a freshman?"
"Do you still need a younger brother by your side? I, Sun Yong, pay my respects..." Jiang Fan: "..." Although Sun Yong is his senior in the junior year, it is not difficult to see that Sun Yong is a funny personality.
Zhao Ying rolled his eyes at Sun Yong.
"In front of so many people, don't embarrass our Seed Club." After the words fell, Zhao Ying suddenly kicked out, followed by a scream.
I saw Sun Yong, a big man who was 1.8 meters tall and weighed nearly 140 kilograms, being kicked several meters away.
"Holy crap! Sister Ying, what are you doing!"
"I'm just joking with my junior..."
"Shut up!" Zhao Ying glared at Sun Yong. Turning to look at Jiang Fan, Zhao Ying found that the way Jiang Fan looked at her had changed.
At this time, Jiang Fan finally understood why Zhao Dong said that Zhao Ying was a tigress. A casual kick can send someone flying several meters away. What is this if not a tigress?
Seeing the strange look in Jiang Fan's eyes, Zhao Ying suddenly realized that he had just lost the image in Jiang Fan's heart.
The cool aura on Zhao Ying disappeared instantly. In just the blink of an eye, Zhao Ying once again became the familiar and gentle senior sister Jiang Fan.
"It makes you laugh, that's what Sun Yong does."
"After these two selections are over, you can take a short break."
"The last two assessments will be conducted at 1 p.m., and we will gather at the strength tester in the gym before 1 p.m."
