Classmate 200 million years old

Chapter 5 Targeting Training
Not everyone can participate. On the 12th day of military training, the instructor brought the students who signed up for the shooting competition to the shooting range and started special training.

Target shooting is the most popular sport, because you can practice shooting while others are training, but many girls hear that the recoil is very strong, and they are not interested, so they don't want to go, so many classes have empty places, and these empty places , then make up for those boys who failed to register.

So among the 26 people who signed up for this competition, there were actually ten girls and sixteen boys.

This is also the only contact between boys and girls during military training. Usually, the school is strictly guarded, and there are two areas separated on both sides. The middle is the area where real soldiers live, and they are generally out of reach.

Xuan Mo, the boy, didn't know, but most of the girls were very excited and somewhat regretful. They were so tanned, and their ghostly appearance was seen by the boys, which ruined their image too much.

The 26 people were taken to the shooting range by the instructor surnamed Zhang. There happened to be three classes of soldiers practicing there. When they saw the freshmen, they stepped aside and sat on the side to rest. Some pointed and pointed at the freshmen, all smiling.

After briefly teaching the essentials of the movements, the instructor came over with a gun and issued one to each of you: "Each of you has thirteen bullets, you can try three times first, and then shoot ten times, if you can't bear it, you don't have to shoot." Or take your time, you have two hours to finish these bullets, and then the day after tomorrow, give me a game!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard three bang bang bangs, followed by ten bang bang bangs in succession. Then, while everyone was dumbfounded, a boy walked over with a gun in his hand, and stretched out his other hand: "It's not fun, come again."

"Hey!" The instructor laughed, "You think I'm selling bullets? It's gone! It's gone after shooting!" After saying that, he shook his head and turned to the side.

The boy raised his eyebrows, looked left and right, walked towards the girls, and said, "Who of you doesn't want to fight anymore, can you give me the gun?"

That polite look really doesn't match that indifferent expression.

Especially, why are you staring at yourself?Xuan Mo was very upset.

She didn't know that her skin-colored rubber that couldn't be tanned and her skinny appearance imitating the real master really didn't match that gun.It just makes people feel that the master who can't finish the bullet, and wants to recycle the bullets, it's best to find someone like himself.

Ignoring the boy's fiery stare, she walked around him with the gun, lay down directly, and looked at the target in front of her.

The target 50 meters away is neither far nor near.

boom!
For the first shot, the bullet didn't know where it went, but Xuan Mo roughly knew its recoil and trajectory.

enough.

With the second shot, she hit the bullseye.

The data hadn't come back yet, and the others started shooting, and no one noticed her... except the boy who was waiting to reload.

The third shot hit the bull's-eye again.

Her figure has not been affected by the recoil from the first shot. At first, no one noticed her, but then everyone saw her. Several other students rubbed their shoulders to watch, and the soldiers and instructors sat and watched until stand and watch.

The official ten rounds, one to four, she shot one shot, quite satisfactory.

And for the last five to ten rounds, she simply fired continuously, bang bang bang without interruption.

In the echo of the gunshots, she put down the gun, exhaled softly, got up and looked around, and people were all looking at her.

"Did the result come out?" Instructor Zhang waited for a while, but did not wait for an answer, and asked the soldiers behind him.

The soldier responded and ran to the small room next to the shooting range. After a while, he took out a piece of paper, looked at Xuan Mo with a strange expression, and gave the paper to Instructor Zhang.

Instructor Zhang took it casually, almost jumped up when he saw it, and said in surprise: "Except for the first target bullet missing, all the bull's-eyes behind?!" He looked up at Xuan Mo, "Student, are you from the shooting team?" He shook his head and overturned it himself , "Impossible, what kind of guns are those people using, it doesn't make sense."

He said excitedly: "Have you practiced since childhood?"

Xuan Mo didn't speak, she really couldn't allow herself to pretend to be inaccurate in just 50 meters.But when she really hit the target and stared at the eyes of the people around her, she felt that it was not a good thing.

No one asked her to keep a low profile, and she didn't need to keep a low profile. She is not a member of Blue Star's future, and she is not afraid to change the course of this civilization. However, limited data shows that this civilization is still not included in the protection and communication of the Cosmic Alliance, so she doesn't have to. Worried about the shackles of various regulations, she can do whatever she wants, but she finds it meaningless.

So boring.

She put down the gun, stood aside, and asked, "Can I leave after shooting the gun?"

"Hmm...ah, that's not right!" The instructor nodded subconsciously, then hastily denied it, and walked up with a smile, "Hurry up and finish the fight, everyone, and I'll treat you to mung bean soup!"

Treating guests to mung bean soup?What is the free distribution of each meal in the cafeteria...

Everyone quieted down and finished their bullets in a hurry. The boy didn't borrow the bullets in the end. It seemed that Xuan Mo's performance stimulated the others. They played very seriously with the mentality of playing, but their grades were not good. That boy scored five rings, four six rings, four seven rings and one nine rings. He had a high score and did not miss the target. This is a very good result among the students.

But obviously he was not satisfied, following behind Xuan Mo, he walked for a while, and suddenly said: "Hello."

Xuan Mo looked back at him.

"My name is Tang Jingze."

"Xuan Mo."

"Have you ever learned how to shoot? Ask who learned it?"

"No, no one."

"Oh." Tang Jingze made it clear that he didn't believe it, but he didn't get to the bottom of it. He just walked two steps parallel to her and asked, "Can you teach me?"

Xuan Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What's the use of learning this?"

"Then what's the use of your learning?"

"I would, but I didn't learn."

"..." Tang Jingze was silent for a while, and asked, "You mean, you haven't learned it before, so you're just so good at it?"

"Ah."

Tang Jingze stared at Xuan Mo, wondering what he was thinking, and said after a while: "Okay, I won't ask you anymore, don't be angry."

Xuan Mo was startled, and looked at him strangely: "I'm not angry."

"Then why did you lie to me?"

"I did not lie to you."

"Even if there are geniuses in the world, there is still a process of formation. How can you become a master as soon as you get started?"

Xuan Mo was silent. How did she know that the people on Earth have such low aptitude, and the barrel of a gun is not a quark destroying anti-aircraft gun. Does she need any training and learning?
But the activated memory told her that she really didn't have the opportunity to touch a gun before, or that not many people in the country had the opportunity to touch a gun.

The control was so strict that Xuan Mo couldn't help thinking of the military weapons exhibition donated by their family covering half of the asteroid.

Seeing that Xuan Mo ignored him, the boy who always felt that a woman was in the bottom of his heart had no intention of speaking. He just thought of the moment he felt when he saw Xuan Mo's shooting data sheet just now, and he was still excited mixed with envy and yearning.

Sitting in rows in the empty cafeteria, listening to the sound of training outside, looking at the scorching sun outside, and touching the iced mung bean soup in front of them, everyone felt extremely happy, and the few girls who were driven away from the ducks were even more happy Bibi, seeing that the instructor didn't care, he chatted on twitter.

Xuan Mo put it down after taking a sip, sat upright and stared at the bowl, not knowing what he was doing.

Instructor Zhou led a middle-aged soldier over, pointed to Xuan Mo and said a few words, and then took out Xuan Mo's shooting data report. The middle-aged soldier said a few words with a smile, and slapped Instructor Zhou on the forehead , and nod.

Instructor Zhou happily ran to the entrance of the cafeteria, and shouted at Xuan Mo: "Xuan Mo, Xuan Mo, come here!"

Xuan Mo stood up neatly and walked over slowly, looking like a soldier.

"This is our political commissar Li!" Instructor Zhou introduced and walked aside.

Political Commissar Li studied Xuan Mo's shooting report for a while, then looked up at Xuan Mo: "Girl, your parents often take you to shoot targets, right?"

"No." Xuan Mo shook his head with a calm expression.

"Once in a while?"

"Not once."

"...Then your parents are soldiers?"

"None."

"Is there a soldier in the family? Do you have friends who are soldiers? Hey... the more you talk, the more you go, let's just say, how many times have you played with guns?"

"the first time."

The political commissar looked at Instructor Zhou strangely, touched his head again, muttered something, and then asked, "Then how did you feel when you held the gun?"

Xuan Mo bit his lip, expressing that he was under a lot of pressure.

Her head is full of upright vocabulary, but she can't say anything when she comes to her mouth. Simple responses are fine, but she still needs to practice to describe abstract things like feelings, so she pondered for a long time before she found a description: " very familiar."

"very familiar?"

"Ah."

"Are you really a genius?"

Instructor Zhou was sweating coldly, political commissar, you asked directly.

"I don't know." Xuan Mo is very honest. She knows what a genius is. It is achieved when the calculation formula required by the self-generated information chain of a biological body and the law of occurrence and probability of success of this event takes a certain value. The information chain has a match of more than 90.00% five, while Xuanmo belongs to the very average kind, hovering between 80.00% six and 90.00% five in all aspects tested before.

But on Blue Star, everything has to change the algorithm.

"You, do you have this familiarity in learning other things?" The political commissar saw the figure training outside, "For example, over obstacles, boxing and so on."

"Yes." Xuan Mo was sure.

"Then how far can you do it?"

"This depends on how far you have achieved."

The political commissar was silent for a while, then smiled: "What did you report for the competition?"

"All."

"……what?"

Xuan Mo raised his head and said seriously: "I can't help it, they are too noisy."

"..."

(End of this chapter)