"Oh no, Meng Chao actually tested with Zuo Haoran, will he be disturbed?"

"It's certainly true. Although the targets of the two shooting are different, they can see clearly the other party's every move and achievements. Meng Chao's mentality must be affected, and he may collapse."

"Meng Chao is so stupid. He should study the test rules carefully and figure out that the firearm tests are grouped in two groups and sorted by the first two scores. Since his fist strength and speed are so powerful, he should retain some strength just now. By taking the third or fourth place in the class, he can avoid Zuo Haoran."

The students were secretly anxious.

Some people also had a whim: "Can you know, Meng Chao's condition and luck today are so amazing, and he shot very high scores?"

Those who hold this kind of hope are mostly people who have no plans to take the undergraduate entrance exam in the class.

The top ten in the class sneered at it.

"Impossible. The firearm test is not just one shot, but assemble three firearms by yourself, then ten pistol bullets, twenty rifle bullets, and thirty shellless assault bullets for submachine guns, shooting ten fixed targets and ten mobile targets. If you have luck with one shot or two shots, how can you be lucky with both guns?"

"Fixed targets can also bet on luck, but the score of the mobile target is three to five times that of the fixed target. It completely simulates the speed and movement trajectory of the monster. Each target only appears for a few seconds. It is extremely fast and erratic. How to bet on luck?"

"In the usual live ammunition shooting class in the school, we don't teach us how to shoot mobile targets, but Zuo Haoran specializes in mobile targets in the 'Falcon Firearms Club'. How can we compare this?"

The tail of the crane was not convinced: "Isn't there a 'golden target' with a score of ten times higher than an ordinary target?"

The firearm masters in the class laughed: "The golden target is the last of the twenty targets, the smallest, the farthest, the fastest moving speed and the weirdest trajectory. The fist-sized target runs faster than the monster at fifty meters away, and only appears for one second. It needs to be predicted in advance. Unless the shooting technique, gun sense and nerve reaction speed are all 'perfect', who can shoot? Even Zuo Haoran cannot shoot, and he will not even waste bullets on the golden target!"

The crane was exhausted: "Isn't that there is no hope at all?"

The gun master sighed: "I didn't have it either, I just hope that Meng Chao can show off his style and defeat himself."

"Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!" the invigilator called the second time.

As the classmates discussed, the two stepped forward.

"Meng Chao, wait."

The head teacher suddenly came over, pressed his shoulder, and whispered, "Let go of the ridiculous battle of intent. The most important thing for you now is to enter the second level of undergraduate degree. It is normal for you to be inferior to Zuo Haoran's marksmanship. Don't break your mind. If your mentality collapses, the gun will be off the target. No matter how good the scores are before, it will be useless!"

"Ahem."

The invigilator coughed twice.

Meng Chao nodded: "Teacher Wang, I will do my best."

"That's good. Stick to it, try to suppress the off-target rate below 30%. There is hope for rushing into the next level!"

The head teacher waved his fist, smiled at the invigilator, and retreated.

Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran stood in their respective shooting positions.

The long table in front of me was filled with mixed parts.

The parts of pistols, rifles and submachine guns piled up into a hill.

The two looked at each other.

The sarcasm in Zuo Haoran's eyes was as strong as fire, as if he wanted to burn Meng Chao to ashes.

Meng Chao's eyes were a little distracted, as if he was not focused.

There is no way, information always pops up in the corners of your eyes, and the side effect of getting contribution values ​​is that your eyes are slacking off, as if you ignore others.

Zuo Haoran was even more angry when he found himself ignored.

"drop!"

The invigilator pressed the timer and ten fixed targets rose from the end of the long target path opposite the two.

Ten fixed targets will exist for three minutes. Candidates must assemble three firearms within three minutes before they can calmly shoot the fixed target.

The rules do not limit how many fixed targets the candidate must shoot. If you have absolute confidence in your own shooting skills, it doesn’t matter if you don’t shoot a fixed target, and you can shoot all the mobile targets.

After all, the score of a mobile target is three or five times that of a fixed target, or even more than ten times.

But no candidate is so stupid. The high school students' shooting skills are still very immature. The fixed target is the big head they can chew. Can they move the target? They can only count one.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Zuo Haoran's fingertips heard the sound of parts assembly.

Every day after school, he trained in the gun club. He had long been familiar with the standard guns of the Longcheng military. His movements were smooth and there were no omissions or redundancy.

Even the students who questioned Zuo Haoran's character had to admit that watching him form a gun was a pleasure.

The director of the teaching director was even more happy for his nephew's outstanding performance.

Demon Yan also looked at the table: "Zuo Haoran's gun-setting speed has been 10% faster, and he has caught up with most Rocket Class students. Sure enough, marksmanship is his best position."

Compared with Zuo Haoran's gorgeousness, Meng Chao is much more low-key.

It’s not too slow, it’s just the level of an ordinary high school student. He looks at it carefully, and from time to time he has to stop and think about it, or rub a part carefully, half-closing his eyes, not knowing what’s coming to mind.

Everyone was anxious and could not urge or encourage due to the discipline in the exam room.

What's more, Meng Chao's performance today is much better than usual gun classes.

He has surpassed himself, what else can everyone expect?

"Okay, keep it steady." The head teacher breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right. What's the point? It's really a kid who can't compare to Zuo Haoran. It won't prevent you from taking the undergraduate exam!

However, Principal Sun, who was sitting in the corner, seemed to be dozing off, suddenly opened his green bean's small eyes and glanced at the gun platform.

It’s not about Zuo Haoran, but about Meng Chao.

After only half a second of my eyes, my loose eyelids drooped.

"Very good, very good."

The heavy artillery of the past, today's shriveled old man, took a nap again.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Just one minute after the exam, Zuo Haoran completed the assembly of three guns and shot ten pistol bullets and thirty submachine gun bullets like a whirlwind.

Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings! Forty bullets, the perfect shot, the gun bites ten rings, which is perfect!

The students couldn't help but cover their mouths and swallowed the screams back.

At this time, Meng Chao also completed the assembly and started shooting.

Unfortunately, more than two minutes have passed.

He was obviously disturbed by Zuo Haoran's perfect performance. Although his movements were quite coordinated and his accuracy was good, he made the most serious mistake.

"Did he use a semi-automatic rifle?" the students whispered.

Generally speaking, gun experts use pistols and submachine guns when shooting fixed targets.

The pistol has a short range and the accuracy of the submachine gun is not high. It just happens to be used to get basic points on fixed targets.

The semi-automatic rifle with the highest accuracy is used to score higher on the moving target.

This is a classic strategy, and that's how Zuo Haoran did it.

After Meng Chao fired the air pistol bullet, he seemed a little busy, but he picked up the semi-automatic rifle and shot it out regardless of the situation.

Although his grades are good, he has been covered with twelve or three ten rings, and he looks not much different from Zuo Haoran.

But next, use a submachine gun to hit the erratic moving target?

The picture is so beautiful. The students looked at each other and a big, shiny duck egg appeared in front of them.

"No, I guess Meng Chao's strategy is to completely give up the mobile target and shoot all the bullets onto the fixed target, which can also kill a lot of points."

"That's true. Many students with weak marksmanship will give up moving the target, but, oh, he just formed the gun too slowly and had no time!"

"Then hurry up, how much is it to sweep, why are you doing stupidly?"

The classmates were so anxious that their eyes were breathing fire, and they wanted to go up and shoot him.

Meng Chao was indifferent, just holding the submachine gun, waiting for the countdown to return to zero.

"Drip", time has come, and all fixed targets have fallen down.

Ten seconds later, the moving target is shooting.

Meng Chao also has thirty assault bullets for submachine guns, and Zuo Haoran also has 20 semi-automatic rifle bullets.

The former has strong firepower, low accuracy, strong recoil, and extremely difficult to control, while the latter is specially designed for precise shooting.

The students couldn't help but sigh.

The head teacher was so angry that he stamped his feet. Why didn't this kid praise him?

"This classmate Meng Chao is not very stable."

The director of the teaching director said indifferently, "He is the student who is looking for a lie to practice and trains himself to the hospital. His personality is too extreme, and the future path will be difficult."

Demon Yan stared at Meng Chao, but fell into deep thought. A hint of suspicion appeared on Hei Cancan's big face.

"Principal?" Demon Yan approached the shriveled old man, respectfully and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm, ah? Very good, very good." Principal Sun was woken up by him, nodded with a smile, and closed his eyes again.

Ten seconds passed quickly.
To be continued...