Classmates: the Perfect Male God

Gunshots rang out in the shooting range.

Everyone who was very excited just now immediately understood what the gap was when the shot was fired.

Why did the instructor say that they mainly felt the atmosphere.

"' 'This...Impossible!?"

Ren Yifan and Lu Qiaochuan (Zhao De's), the two brothers lying in the dragon and phoenix, opened their mouths and stood there with their guns closed.

After the gunshot.

The target in front of them was motionless.

But on the ground behind it, it was a dusty...

The electronic alert sound of the shooting range came, and the brothers Lu Qiaochuan and Ren Yifan combined for ten rings...

Xiao Haiyang was a little better. He was shot four times and hit 30 rings, barely passing the mark.

Gao Lianchang's face darkened even more.

"How come you still missed a shot? Tiger, where are your flowers?"

Yuan Lang was also happy.

He felt that military training for college students was also very fun.

however.

Then the score prompt sound from the shooting range was cold.

However, Yuan Lang's pupils suddenly contracted!

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Lin Fan exhaled slowly.

Then start reloading.

When his eyes locked on the target, the whole world fell silent in an instant.

His eyes are like falcons, with a slight flash of light -.

The red ring of the distant target seemed to be close at hand.

clear and distinct.

Lin Fan didn't hesitate at all.

Flick the trigger with your fingers.

boom!

The bullet pops out of the chamber, and the shells fly.

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"Lin Fan's final result... [*] rings!"

Zhang Chi's eyes were all rounded, looking at the target in disbelief.

"Oh my god, Lin Fan... this is too amazing!"

Yu Hao murmured.

Lu Qiaochuan rubbed his eyes and asked, "Why don't I remember that Brother Fan touched a gun before?"

"Of course I did!"

Ren Yifan, who was struggling to do push-ups, suddenly raised his head and said, "Lin Fan touched a gun when he went to the park with me to play balloons."

Can that be called a gun...

The white-eyed instructor rolled his eyes again and said casually, "Ren Yifan, randomly add 20 push-ups."

"Brother! Why!"

Ren Yifan wanted to cry without tears.

The white-eyed instructor shook his head, "Lin Fan and you are both going to play balloons. You didn't even touch the target. They played a grand slam. You are too embarrassing for me..."

Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang, who were watching from the side, looked at each other.

You can see the surprise in each other's eyes.

They observed Lin Fan's shooting action up close.

At the beginning, it was very jerky, but after fine adjustment, the posture gradually became standard.

Basically it's what the instructor says.

But he was able to fire 5 shots in quick succession to achieve this Grand Slam result.

They couldn't do it when they first enlisted!

Even some well-trained soldiers in the army may not be able to do it!

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"Lin Fan! The final score is 50!"

The electronic sound rang, and Lin Fan's results were transmitted to the stand.

"interesting."

Yuan Lang's pupils shrank suddenly, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Lao Yuan, I said, it wasn't the soldiers you brought to fight, right?"

Gao Cheng stood up from his seat, rubbing his hands in disbelief, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"Impossible? Lin Fan has never touched a gun. How could he possibly play a grand slam?"

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. He immediately called and ordered, "Help me call up the video surveillance of the shooting range, go back and go back... and zoom in on the picture!"

There are many monitors installed in this shooting range, which just came in handy.

A video of Lin Fan shooting a target appeared on the tablet screen in front of him, and he used technical means to slow down his movements.

Yuan Lang saw it clearly and chuckled, "Tiger Gao, this is the student you mentioned, I haven't touched a gun."

He is the old captain a, with very vicious eyes.

Seeing Lin Fan's unfamiliar movement when he just touched the gun, he immediately made an accurate judgment.

It was only after a brief estrangement that Lin Fan quickly became familiar with the parts of the firearm in his hand.

Then, according to the way taught by the instructor, mastered the use of the rifle.

like an arm.

The action of the gun, the firing posture, is as standard as a trained veteran.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Five shots in a row.

Lin Fan was as steady as a rock and did not move at all.

But Yuan Lang's heart jumped five times suddenly.

The first time you touch the gun, you can hit a Grand Slam score.

This shows that Lin Fan's learning talent is almost abnormal, and he is extremely sensitive to firearms!

"He was born with the qualities of a god-level sniper!"

Yuan Lang stared at the video of Lin Fan's shooting on the tablet, and murmured, "Tiger Gao, I finally understand, why did you let me come here..."

"How about it?"

Company Commander Gao Cheng raised his eyebrows, his face flushed, and he smiled happily, "Brother, I didn't fool you, did I? Is it a worthwhile trip?!"

"Do you want me to have someone call Lin Fan over?"

"Don't rush."

Yuan Lang shook his head.

Looking at Lin Fanqing's resolute face on the screen, a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "First frustrate his spirit."

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After shooting.

Everyone returned to the military training dormitory with no end in sight.

After all, a talent has 5 bullets, and it is over before I have time to feel it.

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"There must be something wrong with my gun just now."

Lu Qiaochuan vowed, "Otherwise, with my strength, it is absolutely impossible to hit just one shot."

"Qiao Chuan, interrupt, you didn't just get shot once, you didn't even get shot."

Yu Hao floated out, forcibly holding back his laughter, and after speaking, he couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing,

"Oh my god! Lu Qiaochuan didn't hit a single shot!"

"Brother Hao, be quiet!"

Lu Qiaochuan covered Yu Hao's mouth, his face was blushing and blushing, and he forced himself to defend himself, "And I was clearly shot, but Ren Yifan didn't get a shot, so he's too embarrassed to say that he was in the park. Shoot a balloon with an air gun, ten shots can hit nine, I believe his evil!"

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"Where did Ren Yifan go?"

Only then did Lin Fan realize that Ren Yifan seemed to have disappeared from the world.

"Ren Yifan was caught by the instructor. He did more than [*] push-ups in the afternoon. Now he can't lift his arms. He is lying dead in the bedroom..."