The boy who was looking and talking in front of him turned his head and said to the girl, "Ye Jian is right. Three bullets are really too few! At least ten rounds will be satisfying."

"You guys, learn more from Ye Jian, and learn more calmly. She hasn't learned it before, so she dared to go up after listening to the explanation. We have known each other for two days before. What's there to be afraid of? Right, Ye Jian."

Finally, I habitually asked Ye Jian. There was a boy who didn't even notice it himself and subconsciously believed that Ye Jian's words had certain authority.

Ye Jian seemed to hear it and laughed: "You said a lot, and I think you were right. You don't have to be afraid when you go on stage. No matter whether you play well or badly, at least we have touched the gun or shot the target, and we know what kind of artistic conception the song "Return of Target Shooting" has."

"You guys, it's right to follow Ye Jian! We boys are following her, calming the magic needle is by your side, what are you afraid of?" The boy laughed and said to Ye Jian: "Come on, Ye Jian, shoot out the thirty rings, let us gain insight! You guys, don't be like Ye Ying. I heard her say that she only fired one shot, but the next two shots were afraid, and there was no more."

When the boy said that, the two girls were not surprised, but instead felt that it was normal, "She was timid. She was not in good health at all. It would be nice if she wasn't scared by a bullet."

It was almost five o'clock, and the evening breeze brought from the mountains was slightly cool. I swept away the sweaty and hot students waiting for the last batch of students to finish shooting.

Ye Jian was the last group to play. She was not divided into the target position where Xia Jinyuan was standing, but two people were separated in the middle. Standing next to the gun, she even looked better than other classmates, straight and straight, like a soldier preparing to shoot a target.

Xia Jinyuan, who was separated by two students, saw her standing with a squint eyes and not even a trace of light was given to him, and couldn't help but laugh.

Fortunately, his original intention was to get to the shooting range to get close to her life, not to be by her side to shoot the shooting. Now she is in front of her, and she is in the circle of her school life. She can hear classmates talking happily with her, and can see the dependence of these girls on the field and the vague admiration.

It would be great to be so close to her life.

Ye Jian came on stage and the whole class looked at him. Even if they were not soldiers, they could still see Ye Jian’s difference. Standing in the thousands of mountains and rivers, her back had a more temperament than the soldier standing beside the gun. He was like a pine tree, exuding a majestic temperament.

She is really...a real military posture, just standing wherever she stands, it is also admirable.

Seeing this, the instructor of Class 1 asked the classmate with a smile, "Guess how many rings Ye Jian will make?"

"How can I guess this? Or instructor, please guess it."

"Ye Jian didn't come before. Based on the twenty-minute explanation just now, I think it's probably similar to us."

"Not necessarily, Ye Jian is amazing."

The instructor spoke, and the students said boldly, guessing how many rings Ye Jian could shoot. Some said there would be off-targets, and some said that they would definitely be better than them and all three bullets were on the target.

The last batch of target shooting has begun. The instructor looked at Ye Jian, who was lying in the shooting position with agile posture, and then looked at her holding the gun handle with one hand and pulling the trigger with the other. Without saying anything, you can tell at a glance that this is a girl who is used to touching the gun.
Chapter completed!