Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 310: Chapter 211: So I’m a Sharpshooter_3

Second shot.

Third shot...

Five shots were completed quickly, and the first round of shooting was over.

"Stop!"

The chubby instructor shouted and carefully checked everyone’s guns, pulling the bolts one by one before waving his hand to signal the recorder to record the scores.

The recorder went to record the results one by one. He had just reached the first target when he suddenly froze.

He saw five holes in the ten-point ring on the target...

Five tens?

Is this for real?

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, then recorded the result in surprise, recorded the scores of others, and immediately ran over to this side.

"Who’s number one?"

"Number one?"

People around looked at Zhao Yi.

The chubby instructor quickly asked, "What’s going on?"

"Five tens!"

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"All tens!" The recorder was obviously excited, "Was it a student who shot this? A sharpshooter! He’s really lucky."

Seeing that the students didn’t understand, he immediately explained, "With this crappy gun, the errors are too big. Even a sharpshooter can’t guarantee hitting five tens in a row!"

People around looked at Zhao Yi, and the chubby instructor was surprised, "Zhao Yi, you’re amazing, a sharpshooter!" freёweɓnovel.com

"Let’s do it again!"

"You guys get ready too for the second round of shooting!"

Zhao Yi chuckled, propped up the gun and lay on the ground, carefully aiming.

"Shoot!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang!"

This time it was even faster than before.

The recorder quickly ran to the target and checked Zhao Yi’s result immediately, then was surprised with his mouth wide open, "Another five tens!"

He found it incredible.

There were sharpshooters in the army, but with the Type 55 rifle, hitting ten consecutive tens really depended on luck.

Now it’s just students doing target practice during military training. They definitely haven’t practiced, and most of them were shooting for the second time. Some high school military training might not even have a shooting session, so this was their first time, and they all got tens.

"You practiced, right?"

After recording the results, the instructor quickly ran over to Zhao Yi and asked.

"First time, I must be lucky!" Zhao Yi smiled nonchalantly.

"If it’s your first-time, then it’s amazing. You have a great talent for shooting. Have you ever considered pursuing a career in shooting sports? I think if you go for proper training, you can win a gold medal at the Olympics."

"Sir, you’re mistaken!" Fan Lei suddenly laughed and said, "Zhao Yi is a national treasure-level genius. The Olympic shooting team doesn’t lack gold medalists, but our country’s mathematics needs him!"

Zhao Yi secretly gave Fan Lei a thumbs up.

Listen!

What nice words!

It’s worth recording in a book and passing down through the ages!

The chubby instructor and the recorder wanted Zhao Yi to try another round since there were still some bullets left.

However, Zhao Yi lost interest.

Using the "Connection Law" to hit the ten-point ring was no fun, like completing work. He wasn’t on the shooting team anyway, so ten shots were enough.

After Zhao Yi and the other students left, the next row was still sharpening their knives for battle, discussing how to hold the guns, and the recorder picked up Zhao Yi’s gun and aimed for a few shots.

Then he went over to the target to check the results: five points, six points, seven points, four points, off-target?

"There’s something wrong with this gun!"

"I should at least average seven points, right?"

"But..."

"How did he use a gun with insufficient accuracy to get ten consecutive tens?" The recorder stood in front of the target, somewhat doubting his life.