happy life of stars

Chapter 192
Lu Han wanted to blow off Qin Shu's bullet casing, but after hearing his joke, he decided to wait and listen for a while, but he was amused himself, and the bullet casing fell off again.

Laughter was easily contagious. When Zhang Yishan, Song Xianer, and Yang Zi heard Qin Shu's joke, plus Zhang Zifeng and Lu Han's laughter, they couldn't hold back their laughter, and the bullet casings fell to the ground.

Only Wu Jin and Guan Yutong escaped. They didn't hear what Qin Shu said, and they were puzzled when they saw a few people laughing.

Yang Wei said seriously: "Qin Shu!"

"To!"

"Do you think you are so powerful that you can ignore us and do whatever you want in training?"

"Report! No! Don't dare!"

"I think you are very brave! Don't you like telling jokes? Keep telling them until I laugh!"

"What?" Qin Shu was stunned. Telling a joke requires the cooperation of others, and a certain situation and atmosphere. If one person doesn't want to laugh, it's useless to tell a hundred jokes.

"speak!"

"Yes!"

Qin Shu changed his mind and started flattering, "Yang Wei is very temperamental, Yang Wei is very handsome..."

Like chanting, keep repeating.

Yang Wei didn't laugh, Lu Han, Song Xian'er, Wu Jin and the other seven couldn't hold back their laughter, and the bullet casings on the tip of the gun fell to the ground again.

Consciously do ten push-ups, and if you can't do it, keep doing it.

With black lines on his head, Yang Wei asked Qin Shu sternly, "Is your joke funny?"

"Report! It's not funny, I'll tell you again!... Qin Shu is very handsome, Qin Shu is very temperamental, Qin Shu is very funny..."

"Haha..." Lu Han laughed out loud, unable to support himself, lying on the ground.

Yang Wei's complexion gradually darkened, feeling that the monitor's majesty had been seriously challenged.

"Qin Shu!"

"To!"

"Prepare for one-handed index finger push-ups!"

"Ah?" Qin Shu was dumbfounded, you can't be arrogant, others will always find a way to deal with you.

"Ah what? Aren't you very good? One-handed index finger push-ups ready! 5!"

"Yes!"

Qin Shu didn't refute, he was asking for trouble, telling some good jokes.

It is very difficult to bend down and support the ground with one finger. He doesn't know how to use one finger, so it is not easy to support it.

"One... two..." Every time I made one, I used all my strength.

Yang Wei's face was expressionless, but he was shocked in his heart. He originally wanted to embarrass Qin Shu, but he never expected to do it!
Cattle!
Song Xian'er, Yang Zi, Wu Jin and others stared at him with wide eyes and slightly opened mouths.

One-handed index finger push-ups!
The action in the legend has never been seen in reality, and today it is considered to be seen.

"Five." Qin Shu finished with difficulty, "Report! Complete the task!"

I muttered to myself, I must pay attention in the future, what if the instructor asked him to stand up with his tongue?
The assassins have come to an end, and the task assigned by the director is almost completed, so they can no longer provoke the instructor.

"Return to the team!"

Yang Wei also had a headache for Qin Shu, punishing him made him feel unconfident.

The training continued, Qin Shu became a good boy, Yang Wei also heaved a sigh of relief, he really didn't want to punish Qin Shu, after all, he was not as capable as him and couldn't convince the crowd.

"Take a break and take you to experience live ammunition shooting."

On the shooting range in the distance, there are already soldiers training. Since it is a real single shooting, the supervision is very strict, and each gun position is equipped with a security officer.

"During live ammunition shooting, you must keep in mind that the muzzle of the gun must not be directed at people at any time. Once the fire is fired, the consequences will be disastrous!"

Everyone nodded, firmly remembering.

Qin Shu joked to Wang Yuan: "Squad leader, do you still remember the bet yesterday? You are going to lose."

It is easy for him to hit the 45 ring.

Wang Yuan laughed awkwardly. He didn't know Qin Shu's skills yesterday, so he made the bet. Now it seems that there is basically no chance of winning.

"Squad leader, the competition is unfair to you, how about we change the method of competition?"

"what way?"

"In direct comparison, whoever has more rings wins, and the winner can ask the loser to do something within their ability."

"Okay." Wang Yuan won't lose if he loses, and he may not necessarily lose.

"Papa, papa..." The gunshots continued.

They sat on the sidelines and watched and waited until all the other recruits had finished fighting.

"Let's go." After waiting for a while, Yang Wei called them over.

He and Wang Yuan first demonstrated.

Putting down the gun, he explained: "Type 95 ammunition has a caliber of 5.8mm, now load the bullet first."

They did so, loading the heavy bullets into the clips, five rounds in all.

"Get ready! Put the magazine in the prone position and shoot by yourself."

Qin Shu raised his gun to aim, feeling a little excited in his heart, and finally experienced the 'full body' of the 95 style.

Take a deep breath, calm your mind, hold the gun butt firmly on your shoulders, hold your hands as steady as supports, press down on the gun, and pull the trigger.

"Tap!...tap...tap...tap...tap."

Single shot five consecutive shots, full of confidence.

Wait for others to finish shooting, put down their guns, and go to the target together.

Qin Shu was surprised when he found that there were six bullet holes in his target.

Jokingly said: "Thank you for the bullets sent by the old iron... Who hit the wrong target?"

"Me!" Song Xian'er raised her hand, "Why is there no bullet hole in my target?"

Guan Yutong said, "Why is there only one bullet hole in my target?"

Qin Shu smiled and said, "It's not that you hit the wrong target, your bullets may still be flying in the sky."

They just missed the target.

Song Xian'er stuck out her tongue playfully, and she missed all the targets.

Back at the shooting place, Liu Xinghua took the time to report their results.

"Yang Wei, 49 rings; Wang Yuan, 48 rings; Song Xian'er, 0 rings; Guan Yutong, 6 rings; Yang Zi, 27 rings; Zhang Zifeng, 15 rings; Wu Jin, 43 rings; Lu Han, 32 rings; Zhang Yishan, 18 Ring; Qin Shu... 50 rings!"

"Wow..." As soon as the words were finished, there was a lot of wow. They guessed that Qin Shu's grades would be good, but they didn't expect to get full marks, surpassing the two monitors and reaching the top.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a dead target, and the distance is not too far, it's nothing."

Qin Shu's words of "humility" are like a classmate who got 100 points in an exam telling a classmate who failed the exam that the exam questions are very simple and it is easy to get full marks.

Showing off nakedly, spreading hatred openly.

Liu Xinghua felt that it was necessary to suppress Qin Shu, otherwise their majesty would be lost.

"Qin Shu is right. The results of fixed targets are nothing. Let's do Frisbee training.... Yang Wei!"

"To!"

"You come to demonstrate! 600-meter Frisbee shooting."

"Yes!"

Yang Wei changed his gun, from the Type 95 to a sniper rifle.

"Report, ready!"

"start!"

Something rose up in the distant sky, not very fast.

"Oh!"

Yang Wei pulled the trigger, the sniper rifle roared, and the violent vibration shook wisps of dust.

"Oh!"

He fired again.

"Boom...boom...boom."

The interval between each firing is less than 5 seconds.

Soon a voice came from Liu Xinghua's walkie-talkie, "4 hits, one miss!"

The hit rate is 80%, which is a very good result.

"Wow……"

There was another wow sound, Yang Zi and the others looked into the distance, such a long distance, the target was still moving, Yang Wei was able to hit 4 rounds, in their eyes it was already a 'miracle', and they would never be able to do it.

(End of this chapter)