The uncle of the balloon stall watched in astonishment as a group of students came to his balloon stall aggressively. After a long time, he asked tentatively: "What are you...?"
Then, a fair-skinned, handsome young man walked out of the crowd. He smiled and said, "Boss, how much does it cost to hit a balloon?"
"Five yuan." Hearing this, the uncle immediately breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought we were here to cause trouble.
"Well, then I'll hit you five times." I said with a smile.
It takes twenty rounds to hit a balloon once, and five times it adds up to one hundred rounds.
The reason why I have to fight so many in one breath is naturally to take this opportunity to train my endurance and concentration. After all, the number of death balloons is fifty. If I want to train, I must at least exceed this number.
"Okay." The boss gave me change and then handed me a gun with bullets already loaded in it.
Although I only trained marksmanship for the turtles in my first year of junior high school, I did not relax after that. Occasionally when I passed by a balloon stall, I would play with it once or twice to try my hand at it, so this time it was relatively easy to fight. Handy.
I hit 92 out of 100 rounds in the first round, and hit 20 times in the first two rounds, so I got two prizes. An Ahri and a Doraemon doll.
I casually handed the Ahri and Doraemon dolls to the female classmates in the class, then took a bottle of water from Zhang Hao's hand and drank half of the bottle. The uncle at the balloon stall quickly filled the balloons on the shooting board while I was resting.
The game of ballooning seems easy, but it is not.
If you're just doing it for fun, it's easy. But if you are doing it for the prize, it will be very difficult, not to mention that we are playing a death balloon for our lives, which makes it even more difficult.
I rested for a while and hit five more times in one go.
This time the results were better than last time. I hit 94 out of 100 bullets, which is already a very good result. This time I hit 20 consecutive times three times and won three more prizes.
I handed the prizes to the three girls again. At this time, I saw that the uncle was already sweating. Twenty-five yuan for three dolls was already a loss for the uncle.
"Uncle, come back five more times. I will hit the target with every shot this time." After resting for a while, I regained my fighting spirit and looked at the uncle at the balloon stand with burning eyes. The fighting spirit in his eyes made him go crazy.
The uncle uneasily loaded the bullets for me and then handed me the gun.
However, instead of making progress this time, it actually regressed to 93 rounds. However, I still hit 20 consecutive times three times. There was no problem in the first three times. The main mistakes were in the last two times, probably because it was difficult to concentrate in the later period.
"Get some rest, Ye Yan." Liang Yu said, "You are too tired and your concentration is not as concentrated as before."
"Okay." I put down the gun and rested for a while.
As early as when I was playing balloons, many students were already eager to try it. Now that I have come down, they naturally wanted to go up and show off their shooting skills. The result was naturally disastrous. The best result was only 18 out of 20 shots. .
With their participation, the uncle who had been tricked by me before and was bleeding from his heart suddenly beamed with joy.
"It seems we can only rely on you." Liang Yu couldn't bear to look at their results, then turned his head and looked at me silently and said.
"Yeah, I'll try my best." I nodded solemnly.
In the end, almost everyone gave it a try, and none of them did as well as I did, so I was the best candidate.
Then we went back to school. It's not that I don't want to continue training. The problem is that if I train too much today, my spirit will naturally be exhausted. Poor spirit will definitely affect my performance, which will be more than worth the gain.
And it's too late now to put it off any longer.
Class 7, Grade 3, Grade 3.
At this time, there was a handsome young man standing in front of the classroom. Behind him, stood a group of nervous-looking boys and girls.
A red line has been drawn on the floor, and I am standing behind this red line at the moment.
When I picked up the black gun, an extremely heavy pressure suddenly hit me. That kind of pressure is unbearable for ordinary people.
The classroom was quiet at this time, but this silent and tense atmosphere made people even more nervous. The tension shrouded my heart and made my breathing heavy. Under the pressure of death, my hands instinctively began to tremble.
Zhang Xinyu saw my nervousness. He came over and patted my shoulder gently. Then he looked at the classmates behind him and said with a serious expression: "Everyone, I think everyone knows the content of this assignment. It is related to Everyone, including Ye Yan himself. But I still want to remind everyone that Ye Yan has no reason to stand here. Therefore, no matter what the final result is, you are not qualified to blame him, because this is also This is not the result Ye Yan wants to see. I will leave my words here now. If anyone wants to accuse Ye Yan later, okay, then I will give this position to you now and let you complete this homework." As he said, Zhang Xinyu made a gesture of invitation.
The class was silent, and no one took the initiative to come forward. After a long while, Wang Qiang's loud voice sounded: "Ye Yan is the best candidate elected by us, which means that all of us admit that Ye Yan's marksmanship is the best in the class. If even he fails, Well, let alone us. So no matter what the outcome is, Ye Yan, we won’t blame you, you can fight with peace of mind!"
"Yes, Ye Yan, you can go with peace of mind, no one will blame you." Zhang Hao said.
"Everyone, let's cheer Ye Yan up?" Lin Wei's clear voice sounded: "Come on Ye Yan! Come on!"
"Come on, come on, come on!" Suddenly, there was a series of encouraging voices in the class.
"Then I can't lose." Looking at the scene in front of me, I smiled bitterly in my heart.
I took a deep breath, then raised the gun and looked at the balloons on the shooting board seriously.
The balloons on the shooting board are black skull balloons, and above the fifty skull balloons, there is a round timer with the number six hundred displayed on it.
The moment I raised the gun, the classroom instantly became silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground. Everyone looked at me nervously.
I am now burdened with the lives of forty-nine people. Maybe just because of a small mistake of my own, a classmate who lives with me day and night will die. This kind of pressure is indescribable.
I tried my best to relax, took a few deep breaths, and aimed at the first balloon.
"Bang." The first shot made me feel heavy.
Because I missed it.
In fact, no matter how good your marksmanship is, you will make mistakes when handling a new gun, because each gun feels different, so it usually takes a few shots to get familiar with the feel.
It's a pity that I can't give me a chance to try this gun. It only has fifty rounds of ammunition.
There was a series of sighs all around.
I ignored it. Although I had a bad start, I still had three chances. I quickly adjusted my condition. With the first test shot, I roughly figured out the feel of this gun.
The moment I fired my first shot, the timer on the shooting board started counting down.
I almost forgot there was a time limit. Without further ado, I quickly found a good feeling and fired the second shot.
The gun went off and the ball broke.
What was horrifying was that at the moment the skull balloon was popped, a shrill scream rang out, and the sharp sound made people feel numb.
With the intervention of this scream, it was even more difficult for me to concentrate, and it was even more difficult to complete the task.
I tried my best to ignore the intervention caused by the screams. Fortunately, counting the balloon just now, I was hit twenty times in a row.
At this time I have burst twenty balloons. Although there are only twenty balloons, this is far more than the fatigue caused by my previous training at the balloon stall. It seems that I still underestimated the effects of the death balloon on me. mental stress. My forehead was already covered with big beads of sweat, and my breathing became extremely heavy. In fact, I really want to stop and take a rest at this moment, but looking at the decreasing numbers on the timer, I know that I have to persist.
I missed the twenty-first balloon.
Because the balloons on the shooting board are not arranged in exactly one horizontal row, but in five horizontal rows, with ten balloons in each row.
The middle row is naturally the best to shoot, but the higher you go, the harder it becomes, because as the height increases, if you are not tall enough, the gun will easily tilt, making it easy to miss.
I picked up two stools and stepped on one.
It's not that I'm short, but I have to keep my eyesight and target level, so I have to use a stool.
Now I have two more chances.
Next, I successfully hit all the balloons in the top three rows. At this time, I had hit thirty balloons.
The lower balloon was easier to hit than the upper balloon because I didn't have to balance on the stool, I just had to squat down.
When I hit the thirty-sixth one, I missed again.
I missed because the bullet was caught by the iron ring to which the balloon was attached.
As we all know, generally the balloons at the balloon stalls are tied with wires or rubber bands. If you are unlucky enough to hit them, you may not be able to pop them, but you can still pop them if you are lucky.
And this death balloon didn't even leave me any room for luck. It was directly replaced with an iron ring, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty for me.
We are now eleven away from the target of forty-six balloons. I should be fine if I fight hard, because I still have one chance. But the problem is that time is running out. The number on the timer shows one hundred at this time.
In other words, it only takes a maximum of nine seconds to pop a balloon!
You know, maybe nine seconds is more than enough to complete the actions of loading, aiming, and shooting, but the problem is, this is a death balloon! Under the heavy pressure of death, how many people dare to pat their chests and promise that as long as I aim, I will definitely hit? At least I can't. I have to double-check that I've aimed correctly before I dare to shoot, so nine seconds is not enough for me.
Time passed minute by minute, and gunshots continued to ring out in this classroom.
Fortunately, I hit ten balloons in a row.
But when I hit the eleventh and last balloon, I missed it.
Maybe it was because I was too nervous, maybe because I was too tired, but in short I missed the target.
Now I have one last bullet left, and I just need one last balloon.
There are only three seconds left.
"Three." I raised my gun. Looking at my movements, the classmates around me seemed to have stopped breathing. Everyone knew that my shot would determine a person's life or death.
"Two." My attention was highly concentrated. At this time, I couldn't see anything around me. All I could see was the balloons on the shooting board, and nothing else.
"One." I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger with my finger.
"boom!"
