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Chapter 1844 The benefits of bicycles

Gil was very surprised. He didn't expect that this girl was being watched by a group of people, yet she was calm and confident.

He felt that the only reason why the boys pushed her to the stage was because she was a beautiful girl. Maybe everyone was wrong and Natasha was indeed qualified for this job.

Natasha now announced the identity prepared for her by the school in a somewhat mechanical way.

"Classmates, I am Natasha Petrovna Kharkova. I went to school in the Tver District of Moscow. I served as a militiaman and participated in the Moscow Defense War. I have certain shooting skills and technical and tactical abilities. I want to

, as the second deputy director of the club, it is necessary for me to teach everyone the skills I know. I won’t say any nice words. I heard that everyone intends to join the army after graduation, so I think I can guide everyone in shooting.”

She is indeed a Muscovite! No wonder she has a different temperament from the capital.

Suddenly, a girl named Angeleva asked in a loud voice: "Comrade Second Deputy Minister, is that true? You hit the target four hundred meters away."

It was a girl. Natasha had never spoken to her just now, and she had never thought of saying the first sentence in this way.

"Yes! It's all true."

"Ah~ So, can you teach me how to shoot next time? I don't have high requirements. I just need to accurately hit a human-shaped target 200 meters away. It doesn't matter how many rings."

Natasha nodded. She estimated that the other two girls in the club must be talented people with some abilities.

The main purpose of this meeting is to elect a second deputy minister.

The matter is over, and the result is exactly as Nikita expected. For the position of second deputy minister, the boys must have a shooting competition to determine the winner. Suddenly a beautiful girl comes, what else can she earn? Let the girl take priority.

The huge activity room quickly became deserted. It was late at night and everyone was eager to go back to the dormitory.

Including Gil, he also ran away in a hurry, leaving Natasha, who was left behind by Minister Nikita, confused.

Now, there are only two people in the activity room.

"Comrade Minister, if you have anything you can tell me now. No need to make it too mysterious, you should have just said it," Natasha said.

Nikita shrugged: "It's too late to say it now. In fact, it's not a big deal."

"Oh? But you're still dragging your feet until now."

"It's about the arrangement of our club's activities. Maybe you don't know, but there is a citizen shooting range near our school. If you look carefully, you can occasionally hear faint gunshots during class on weekdays."

When Nikita mentioned it, Natasha used her brain to recall some strange noises, and intuitively she knew they were gunshots.

What's so strange about the sound of gunfire? Having been on the battlefield for a long time, she has long been accustomed to the sound of gunfire.

"The club has obtained the right to use the citizens' shooting range. It is a slightly larger shooting range and is now used as one of the training bases for the militia. In a sense, we are all militiamen. The school has applied for permission for us, and we all have

You have the right to train.”

"Like now? Can we go too?" Natasha asked quickly.

"Yes. They will close the testing ground at ten o'clock in the evening, but the bullets they deliver to us are limited. I think how long we stay at the shooting range mainly depends on how many bullets we have to shoot."

"What about the cost of the bullets?"

"It belongs to the club's activity funds, and the school is responsible for it. Of course, if you have money, you can also buy more bullets for practice. Believe me, that is not a good option."

"Why? Is ammunition expensive?"

"Of course!" Natasha undoubtedly asked about Nikita's pain point. "It's unbelievable. Three rifles cost one ruble. Who can afford such consumption? The price of ammunition at the civilian shooting range was not like this in the past."

"Before? How much was that?"

"It's only five kopecks, the same as the public bus fare."

In fact, even if a bullet costs five kopecks, not many citizens will go shooting target. The most enthusiastic ones are veterans and young people who love new and exciting things.

But veterans will still be happy to buy bullets.

Before the war, the average monthly salary of state-owned factory workers in the Soviet Union was often only fifty rubles. Spending five kopecks on a bullet was really a luxury.

Now? Even more luxurious!

Natasha shrugged: "Well, if I go shooting, how many free bullets can I get?"

"Twenty." Jill said solemnly.

"Ah, twenty pills is already a lot."

"It's still not enough. When you were a militiaman, you only fired so few bullets. I think to train a good marksman, he must shoot at least five hundred bullets or more. Kharkova, you have never shot in this life

How many rounds of ammunition."

What a tough question.

Natasha would not tell him that she had fired more than two thousand rounds of ammunition this year alone.

She said casually: "A thousand rounds?"

"Wow! No wonder your shooting skills are very good. Now tell me the truth!" Nikita approached Natasha and looked at her seriously: "You...you are in Moscow, have you ever..."

"Killing the enemy?" Natasha asked coldly.

"Ah, yes, that's it."

"Is this important?"

"I'm just asking."

Looking at Nikita's frightened expression, Natasha guessed that there must be something else going on.

She shook her head and said seriously: "No. I did fight in the war, but it's a pity that I didn't kill the enemy. Otherwise, I would have a medal on my body."

Hearing this, Nikita felt a stone fall in her heart.

He continued: "I have developed precise shooting skills but did not kill a single invader. Maybe this is luck."

"No. The situation on the battlefield is really complicated. Even the most experienced soldiers will die on the spot if they are exposed rashly. Those German soldiers are definitely well-trained, otherwise our country would not be as passive as it is now."

"That's true." Nikita sighed, "In any case, our club just borrows the venue and firearms and ammunition for target practice. If we go to the battlefield, the situation will definitely be different. So your combat experience is very important. I hope you can

Be a very good teacher.”

"Well, I'll try my best."

Natasha is very confident in training them to shoot correctly. The club is like a low-level infantry company, organizing everyone to conduct simulated combat, and Natasha also knows a thing or two.

Nikita continued: "You will have a chance soon. After school this Thursday afternoon, all members of the club will go to the citizen shooting range to train."

"Okay, I will arrange my own affairs."

"The distance to the shooting range cannot be said to be far, nor is it close. It is nearly three kilometers away from the school. You are also a master of long-distance running. Of course you can get there quickly, but everyone is not used to a girl running on the street. I think,

You need a bicycle."

"Bicycle? I don't have one, but I can ride one."

Nikita pretended to be helpless and shrugged: "Oh? The situation is not too bad. I suggest you borrow it from your classmates. As far as I know, many of you in Class 6, especially the students who live in the city, go to and from school.

It's just a bicycle. You can borrow it."

Natasha doesn't like borrowing things. Does she have to borrow a car from her classmates? Who should she borrow it from?

Although she is not really a Muscovite, when Natasha went to school in Mozyr, there were only a few bicycles on the streets.

Why is this happening? It’s simply that the bicycles are out of stock, and even if they are available, the price is a bit expensive. As long as people have money in their pockets, people still give priority to buying long-lasting big bikes.

"Hey, who can I borrow a bicycle from? Isn't it a precious thing?" Natasha was a little embarrassed.

"No, if it's you, it shouldn't be difficult to borrow a bicycle. You can ask in class. As far as I know, your class leader Gil Ivanov has a well-off family, and his father works in the post office.

For a job like this, they not only have bicycles, but they probably also have multiple ones."

He actually went to borrow a pen from Gil, and he had already given him a pen as a gift. He was already embarrassed, so now he had to trouble him?

Wait! Jill has joined the club too!

Suddenly, combined with the words of Minister Nikita, Natasha felt that there was a hidden secret in this.

This Nikita, does he insist on teasing himself and Jill?

Is it necessary to have a bicycle? If this is necessary, you can definitely buy one, even if it is expensive.

"As for the bicycle, I think we can take it easy. After all, it's only three kilometers, so it's not a problem for me to walk there."

"Of course, I'm just a suggestion." Nikita said.

Natasha didn't stay any longer. She was so tired that she just wanted to go to bed early. Did she really ask Jill to borrow a bicycle tomorrow? Did he really have one? Natasha thought hard and decided that walking would be more reliable. She thought so for the time being.

.

Now she really doesn't want to get too close to Jill.

It's that tree-lined avenue again, the secret meeting of two people.

"I asked everything clearly. It is true that she participated in the battle as a militiaman. She did not kill a single enemy."

"Oh, that's great."

Nikita and Gil met just like that. As for Gil, he didn't want the girl he admired to have blood on her hands.

Women, if possible, they should try to stay away from war. Although women in the Soviet Union now have the right to go to the battlefield, it is best for them not to have the experience of killing enemies.

This is just Gil's personal thought. He feels that women who have killed people are prone to going crazy physically and mentally, even if that person is an invading army. A good-natured girl will become a useless person because of this.

Jill was happy that Natasha was still pure.

"But she has fired at least five hundred rounds of bullets. I think her marksmanship is also refined in this way."

Jill shrugged: "Can you? Nikita, if you compete with her, can you beat her?"

"This..." Nikita thought for a moment and shook her head, "You have seen her hit a target four hundred meters away. With such strength, I am very worried. If the target shooting competition is held according to the club's habits, I will

I think the full-time minister belongs to her."

Hearing this, Gil took a breath. He really couldn't imagine Natasha's heroic appearance as the director of the shooting club.

"Oh, one more thing."

"Is it about the bicycle? Have you asked?" Jill asked urgently.

"Maybe, but you have to consider her attitude. I think she seems a little wary of you, which is actually normal. Tomorrow, maybe she will ask you to borrow a bicycle, or keep silent. She told me that she also

Willing to walk to the range, you know she's pretty athletic."

"Then I'll be more proactive?"

"That's right. I hope she won't reject you."

Now that Gil has understood it, his old friend Nikita has paved a good road, and all that remains is for him to continue his efforts.

It's a new day, and the weather is really not that good. The sky is covered with darkness, a weak north wind keeps blowing, and fine snowflakes are falling densely.

The entire sky was covered with tiny ice crystals, and the world looked foggy.

Snow has begun to fall in Perm. This city in the Ural region is likely to experience snowfall every September, while areas closer to the Baltic Sea experience bad autumn rains.

Perhaps it was the bad weather that made Natasha depressed. Throughout the morning class, Jill kept glancing at Natasha's elegant face.

He didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation all morning, and when school was over in the afternoon, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

He retained the girl who wanted to go to the cafeteria and talked frankly about the bicycle.

"I heard you need a bicycle?"

"Huh?" Natasha was surprised at first, but after thinking about it for a moment, she could now conclude that Jill and Nikita were just acting out a show.

Gil continued: "I have already inquired about the route. The distance to the shooting range is not far, but it is not close either. A bicycle is a good means of transportation."

"This..." Natasha subconsciously took two steps back, followed closely by Jill.

"I think I'd better walk. I've memorized the route. I won't go to the wrong place during the meeting at the shooting range tomorrow night."

"Oh, but I don't want you to be tired."

"No! Thank you anyway, I'm so hungry, I'm going to leave." After that, Natasha ran away quickly.

She was in such a hurry, partly because she was really hungry, and partly because she didn't want to talk nonsense with Jill anymore. As for going a little later, students had already lined up in a long queue, and waiting could easily make people crazy.

After dinner, Natasha was glad that she went back to the classroom to study and was not being talked to by Jill.

Where is class monitor Jill? He didn't come to class and hid in a secret place? He couldn't be hiding in a forest on the only way to the girls' dormitory area, right?

Oh, that's too bad. There are also gritty ice crystals outside, which are densely packed and annoying. It's cold, and Jill doesn't necessarily want to stay outdoors.

Speaking of this light snow, Natasha thought, if it gets heavier and heavier, she won’t have to worry about her bicycle. The winter in Perm is definitely better than the cold in Belarus, and Gomel will be covered with snow every winter.

The dimension of Ermu is higher, and the snowfall will only be heavier.

There was really ten centimeters of snow piled up on the street outside, which saved me from having to ride a bike, and save me from talking a lot of nonsense to Jill.

It's a pity that God did not fulfill people's wishes.

On Thursday morning, although the sun was not shining brightly, the sky was still hazy and the snow had stopped.

Do you really want to borrow a bicycle from him?

Why? Does it really have to be a bicycle? Can’t a pair of feet do it?

Walking, of course! If Gil wants to ride a bicycle, that's his business. Natasha has made a decision. She will wear thicker clothes today and put on a woolen coat (a gift from the Lubyanka headquarters building) over her school uniform.

Small woolen coat, it has no markings).

The girls' school uniforms are very beautiful, and the boys' school uniforms immediately show their masculinity. However, the weather is cold. Every student who goes to the school building puts on a coat, and many of them have hair on their heads. As the temperature is destined to get lower and lower in the future, people's attire will also change.

It will become more and more bloated. In the absence of thermal stockings, girls who love beauty love warmth even more.

So, what was Jill doing all night?

As an old citizen of Perm, he knew that the snow in September would not last long, it was just the beginning.

The snow will stop quickly, the roads will dry quickly, and the bike will travel without problems.

He started working on one thing overnight, carrying a screwdriver and wrench, and reassembling the previously removed cargo-carrying back seat. He kept folding a piece of linen cloth, and finally made it into a mat and tied it on the back seat.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he plays with his old bicycle like this just to take people with him.


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