I'm really not a genius

Chapter 10

"Whew, whew, whew -"

In the field, the second round of dish target was thrown out. Song Zhen picked up the shotgun and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

In the blink of an eye, 12 shots were fired, and the dish target in the air exploded into a mass of pink fog, interwoven into a huge fireworks in mid air.

Song Zhen looked back and said calmly, "well, maybe it's OK to practice like this."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Ah, ah --"

"My God!"

"Shit, shit!!"

"Gun god cow batch (broken sound)!"

“……”

After a long silence, bursts of exclamation broke out in the crowd.

Song Zhen raised her eyebrows and turned up her mouth. She was very satisfied with the students' response.

Between the two rounds of throwers, he changed his bullets, raised his gun and fired another round.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

12 shots, all again.

The students on the side of the field almost stared round. They crowded forward one by one, gathered around Song Zhen, watched the miraculous shooting performance at a close distance, and screamed one after another.

I've seen flying saucers, but I've never seen such a fight!

12 shots, one shot, is this what people can do??

At this time, Lu Yao, who was crowded by the crowd, also showed a look of shock.

However, what shocked him was not the shooting method of President song, but the tips that kept jumping out in front of him.

[class a shotgun shooting skill book is being downloaded]

【……16.2%，16.3%，16.4%……】

The progress jumps every second. It's almost flying!

Just half a minute is equivalent to practicing hard for more than a week!

Is it because I'm watching principal song's shooting from a close distance?

Is this the legendary "listening to your words is better than reading for ten years"?

With this in mind, Lu Yao subconsciously stretched his neck to see more clearly.

After several rounds, Song Zhen felt almost finished, so he turned off the target throwing machine in the field with the remote control and turned back and said, "let me tell you first..."

"Pa pa pa..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was covered by a flood of applause.

The students' eyes lit up one by one, spared no effort to applaud president Song, and almost clapped their palms red.

"OK, ok..."

Song Zhen grinned and stretched out her hand to press down, indicating that everyone was quiet.

However, the applause did not stop immediately. After half a minute, the crowd finally stopped.

"Cough."

Song Zhen cleared her throat and said, "look at your spirit. I won't talk about any rules and tricks. You can come up and feel it first."

"Who comes first?"

Suddenly, the originally noisy crowd quickly became extremely quiet.

Students, look at me, I look at you, one by one silent, no one wants to go up to eat crabs.

Flying saucer shooting is not a compulsory course. Except for Tang Kexin and a few others, they have not practiced it.

The first time I played, I couldn't even touch the edge. Who would like to go up and lose this man?

Song Zhen glanced around the crowd and finally set her eyes on Lu Yao.

Different from the timidity of the people around him, his expression is half expectation, half excitement, and there is still a little unfinished. It looks very wonderful.

He looked at Lu Yao with interest and waved, "Lu Yao, come here!"

As soon as these words came out, dozens of eyes shot at Lu Yao.

Lu Yao?

The 500 rings?

President song actually called his name??

Lu Yao felt the glare from around him and shivered.

He was just immersed in the shooting performance of president Song and tried to improve the download progress of skill books.

In the twinkling of an eye, it became the target of public criticism.

Ah, ah

As a patient with moderate social phobia, Lu Yao's heart is collapsing at the moment.

But Song Zhen didn't think about his mood at all. The old man had rubbed his chin and looked for the next goal with bright eyes.

"In a group of two, one more person!" Song Zhen said.

The crowd fell silent again.

"Kexin, why don't you try?" Song Zhen said.

"Ah?"

Tang Kexin was stunned and couldn't help gripping his rifle.

She turned her head and looked at Lu Yao not far away. There was a little war in her clear eyes.

Will you this 500 ring for a while?

It seems very interesting.

Lu Yao's mentality collapsed completely.

Is Tang Kexin a shooter?

Besides, it's like practicing UFO, isn't it?

Let me work with her. Is that abuse?

Is it abuse food??

Just when he finally decided to die calmly after doing psychological construction for a long time, a voice sounded.

"Principal song, don't let Tang Kexin go?"

In the crowd, Xie Yaozu, with a heavy hair wax, raised his hand and said, "she's a professional player. Who dares to go after she's finished?"

Lu Yao heard this, such as amnesty, and his eyes to Xie Yaozu were full of gratitude.

"That's right," Song Zhen thought, looked at Xie Yaozu and said, "if she doesn't come, will you come?"

Xie Yaozu grinned and said, "OK, I'll come." then he picked up his shotgun and walked out of the crowd calmly.

Lu Yao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He walked out of the crowd and stood by the shooting range.

The two stood side by side. Lu Yao smiled and nodded to Xie Yaozu to show his thanks.

Xie Yaozu slightly raised his chin and said, "it's too boring to play like this. Why don't we have some color?"

Lu Yao was stunned and said, "what color head?"

Xie Yaozu glanced at him with great interest, then looked at the crowd behind him and said, "in a moment, we will build a winter training group. If either of us loses, we will send a red envelope to the group. How about it?"

As soon as the words came out, someone immediately whistled coarsely.

Lu Yao looked at Xie Yaozu and suddenly felt that this man was a little annoying.

It's not that he doesn't want to give a red envelope, but this man mentioned Jianqun at this time and inadvertently raised his position. Moreover, no matter who loses or wins, he won the red envelope for everyone, and his contacts are stable.

What a chicken thief!

Playing this kind of mind at a young age is really annoying.

Although Lu Yao saw his mind, there was no need to expose it at this time. He looked at Xie Yaozu calmly and said, "OK."

Xie Yaozu felt that he had seized the high ground of IQ, and the whole person was very proud.

Loading the bullets and raising the muzzle, he glanced vaguely at the student union photography team not far away.

When the short haired female reporter saw his eyes, she immediately understood, turned to the photography team behind her and said, "start broadcasting."

The big brother of photography made an OK gesture and opened the live studio.

……

At this time, Lu Yao's roommate Guo Xiaoman had come home from vacation and was lying on his 2-meter-2 big bed and refused to get up.

9:30, isn't it early morning? How can I get up at this time?

Don't be funny.

After sleeping in the upper and lower bunks for a semester, the big bed at home is heaven.

He lay on his side in the quilt, brushed the live broadcast with his mobile phone, and double clicked from time to time. The whole person was carefree and happy.

"Shooting winter training of shooting directly at the Musketeer... Eh..."

Just brushing, Guo Xiaoman suddenly saw a striking title, the God of guns? Winter training?

Isn't it the one Lu Yao attended?

This thing can also be broadcast live?

Will the camera catch Lu Yao?

With such curiosity, Guo Xiaoman points into the live studio.