Reincarnation: The Sweet Wife Is A Miracle Doctor

Chapter 999: Chapter 1023: Reunion with an Old Friend 3

Zhong Wenqing was grouped with Nianyang and Shi Nuan, while He Huixi and Jian Qingqing were assigned to the second group.

The remaining two girls were also arranged into either the first or second group, maintaining a very balanced gender ratio.

Once the groups were set, everyone took their positions. The coach with the stern face took charge of Nianyang’s group and continued speaking confidently,

"The groups are complete. Now, listen to me. You’ve all gone through the training. You’re familiar with the courses and rules, so I won’t say much.

In short, everyone must comply with the arrangements. Any violations will result in disqualification from the examination."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded loudly. Having entered the training school, no one dared to utter a word.

Next, everyone began training according to the previous course schedule, followed by weight-bearing running. The whole day went by like this.

For these professional students, it was not a problem. After a day of adaptation, the formal training began the following day,

The next morning, everyone continued to gather at the playground.

The coach with the stern face announced, "Our first project is dart practice!"

Starting right off with dart practice!

Is it really this exciting?

Everyone’s blood boiled. This was indeed advanced training, far more brutal than at the beginning.

Led by the coach, everyone went to the dart room.

Once inside, everyone was stunned.

Because it was not a dart room at all!

It was clearly a forest, and there was no dartboard, just rows of darts.

"What’s going on?"

"It’s not darts?"

"Where’s the dartboard?"

"Quiet!"

Chu Zhan clapped his hands, revealing a hint of severity, "Listen, our dartboard isn’t the ordinary kind, but isolated shots."

Isolated shots?

What is that?

While pondering, they saw the coach with the stern face snap his fingers, and suddenly, above everyone’s heads, about ten meters high, appeared over a dozen rectangular wire meshes, with ten birds flashing red dots inside each, flying around noisily.

What is this?

The coach with the stern face explained, "These are machine birds, a new type of training personally developed by the Head Coach. Compared to dartboards, shooting these flying birds in the sky can better train everyone’s reaction, eyesight, and observational skills. The distances are set at 10 meters, 20 meters, and 50 meters, each to be tested."

"Damn, so high-tech!"

"It’s the first time I’ve seen a method like this."

"Who is this Head Coach to come up with such brutal training exercises?"

Everyone whispered among themselves, filled with interest in this project. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

But soon, their joy disappeared.

Because five or six trainees went up consecutively to shoot, not a single one hit!

It was ridiculously hard!

First, these birds were moving, and very quickly, making it impossible to catch. Secondly, the coach’s requirements were very strict, demanding that you hit the red spot on the bird to count as successful.

Damn!

This is not something a human can do!

Who could hit this?

Everyone muttered that it was impossible, too difficult to hit. It was not something a person could accomplish.

"Who says it’s impossible to hit?"

A highly authoritative voice came through, and everyone straightened up.

Amidst the morning mist, a dignified man appeared in their view like an Immortal descending.