MTL - My Classmate is 200 Million Years Old-Chapter 5 Shooting training

Not everyone can participate in shooting training. On the twelfth day of military training, the instructor took the students who signed up for the shooting competition to the shooting range and began special training.

Target shooting is the most popular project, because shooting can be practiced while others are training, but many girls have heard that recoil is strong, and they are not interested and are unwilling to go, so many classes have empty seats, and these are empty Quotas are made up for boys who ca n’t report.

So of the 26 people who registered for this competition, there were actually 10 girls and 16 boys.

This is also the only contact between boys and girls during military training. Usually, the school is strictly guarded against death. The two sides are separated by two areas. The middle is the area where the real soldiers live.

The boys Xuan Mo didn't know. Most of the girls were very excited, with a little regret. They were so dark and ghostly that they were seen by the boys. It was too ruined.

Twenty-six people were taken to the shooting range by an instructor named Zhang. There were exactly three classes of soldiers practicing. When they saw the freshmen, they let them go. They sat and rested.

I briefly taught the movements. The instructor took the gun and sent one to each of them. "You each have thirteen rounds. You can try three times and then hit the target ten times. Or take your time, you have two hours to play these bullets, and then the day after tomorrow, give me a game! "

Before he finished speaking, he heard three bangs, followed by ten bangs, and then in the stunned crowd, a boy came with a gun and stretched out his other hand: "Not fun, come again."

"Oh!" The instructor smiled. "You're the one who sells my bullets? It's gone! It's gone after the fight!" He shook his head and turned to the side.

The boy raised his eyebrows, looked around, and walked towards the girl. He said, "Who wouldn't want to fight, can you give me a gun?"

That courteous look is not in harmony with that indifferent expression.

Especially, why stare at yourself? Xuan Mo is unhappy.

How could she know that her tanned flesh-colored rubber and the skinny look of the mistress were really out of step with the gun. Plainly people feel that they are not going to finish the bullet. They want to recover the bullet or something, and find the best one like this.

Ignoring the hot stare of the boy, she went around him with a gun, went straight down, and looked at the target in front.

Targets 50 meters away are not far or close.

boom!

In the first shot, the bullet didn't know where it flew, but Xuan Mo roughly knew its recoil and ballistics.

enough.

In the second shot, she hit the bullseye.

The data has not been returned, and others have started firing one after the other, and no one notices that she except the boy who was waiting to receive a bullet.

The third shot, hit the bullseye again.

Her shape has not been moved by recoil since the first shot. At first, others didn't notice it. Later, everyone saw her. Several other students rubbed their shoulders and looked at them. Stand and look.

Formally ten shots, one to four, she shot a shot, pretty satisfactory.

For the last five to ten rounds, she simply fired continuously, banging without interruption.

In the echo of the gunshot, she lowered her gun, exhaled softly, and stood up to look around. People were watching her.

"Has the result come out yet?" Instructor Zhang waited for a while, before answering, and asked the soldier behind him.

The soldier made a sound and ran to the hut near the shooting range. After a while, he took out a piece of paper, looked strangely at Xuan Mo, and gave it to instructor Zhang.

Zhang instructor took it by hand, and almost jumped up at a glance, surprised: "Except the first target bullet is missing, all the bullseyes behind ?!" He looked up at Xuan Mo, "classmate, are you shooting team?" He shook his head and overthrew himself. "It's impossible, which gun is used by those people, it doesn't make sense."

He was very excited and said, "You practiced since childhood?"

Xuan Mo didn't speak, she really couldn't allow herself to pretend she couldn't shoot in just 50 meters. But when she really shot and stared at the people around her, she didn't think it was a good thing.

No one asked her to be low-key, and she didn't need to be low-key. She is not a future person of Blue Star and is not afraid to change the course of this civilization. The limited data show that this civilization is still not included in the protection and communication of the Universe, so she does not need to Worried about the constraints of various regulations, she could do whatever she wanted, but she didn't find it interesting.

So boring.

She lowered her gun, stood aside, and asked, "Will she be able to leave after shooting?"

"Well, that's not right!" The instructor nodded subconsciously and then hurriedly denied, and walked up with a smile, "Everyone hurry up, I'll invite you to eat mung bean soup!"

Treating mung bean soup? What's the free meal in the cafeteria?

The crowds quieted down and quickly finished their respective bullets. The boy did not borrow the bullets at last. It seemed that Xuan Mo's performance stimulated other people. All the people who had originally played with the mentality of playing were playing hard, that was, the results were not bad, but The boy scored five rings, four rings, six rings, four rings, and nine rings. He had a high score and did not miss the target. It was a very good result among the students.

But apparently he was not satisfied. Following Xuan Mo, he walked for a long while and suddenly said, "Hello."

Xuan Mo looked back at him.

"My name is Tang Jingze."

"Xuan Mo."

"Have you learned shooting before? Who asked?"

"No, nobody."

"Oh." Tang Jingze made it clear that he didn't believe it, but didn't follow it up. He just walked two steps and asked in parallel with her, "Can you teach me?"

Xuan Mo raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "What's the use of learning this?"

auzw.com "What's the use of what you learned."

"I will, but I didn't learn."

"" Tang Jingze was silent for a while and asked, "Do you mean, you haven't studied, so you will?"

"Yep."

Tang Jingze stared at Xuan Mo and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, "Well, I won't ask you anymore, don't be angry."

Xuan Mo looked at him strangely, "I'm not angry."

"Then why are you lying to me?"

"I did not lie to you."

"Even if there is a genius in the world, there is a process of formation. How can you become a master as soon as you get started?"

Xuan Mo was silent. How could she know that the qualifications of the Earth people are so low, and that the gun is not a quark? How can I train and learn?

But the activated memory told her that she really hadn't had a chance to touch a gun before, or that not many people across the country had a chance to touch a gun.

The management was so strict, Xuan Mo couldn't help thinking of the military weapons exhibition covering half asteroids donated by their family.

Seeing Xuan Mo ignore him, he always felt that the boy in the bottom of the woman's heart had no thought of talking, but just remembered the moment when he saw the shooting data sheet of Xuan Mo, he was still excited with envy and longing.

Sitting in a row in an empty canteen, listening to the sound of training outside, watching the hot sun outside, and then touching the iced mung bean soup in front, everyone was extremely happy, and a few girls who were driven by ducks were even more happy. Incomparably, when the instructor didn't control it, he chatted.

Xuan Mo took a sip and put it down, sitting straight and staring at the bowl, not sure what he was doing.

Old Yuan Zhou instructor brought a middle-aged soldier over, pointed out Xuan Mo and gave a report of Xuan Mo's shooting data. Then the middle-aged soldier laughed and said two sentences, hitting Zhou Forehead's forehead , Then nodded.

Teacher Zhou ran happily to the entrance of the cafeteria and shouted to Xuan Mo: "Xuan Mo, Xuan Mo come!"

Xuan Mooli stood up and walked slowly, looking very military.

"This is our political commissar Li!" Instructor Zhou introduced it, and went aside.

Li political commissar took Xuan Mo's shooting report to study for a while, looked up at Xuan Mo: "Girl, do your parents often take you to shoot?"

"No." Xuan Mo shook his head, his expression calm.

"How often?"

"Not once."

"Then your parents are soldiers?"

"None of them."

"There are soldiers at home? Do you have friends who are soldiers? Hey, the farther you go, let's just say, this is how many times have you played with a gun?"

"the first time."

The political commissar looked strangely at instructor Zhou, and touched his head again, muttered something, and then asked, "How do you feel when you take the gun?"

Xuan Mo bit her lip, indicating a lot of pressure.

Her mind was full of vocabulary, but she couldn't say anything when she reached her mouth. A simple response is OK. She described this feeling as an abstract thing, she still needs to practice, so she pondered for a long time, she found a description: very familiar."

"very familiar?"

"Yep."

"Are you really a genius?"

Teacher Zhou was sweating aside, the political commissar you asked directly.

"I don't know." Xuan Mo is very honest, she knows what a genius is, and it is the calculation formula required by the biological self-generated information chain on a certain transaction and the occurrence rule and probability of success of this transaction when a certain value is reached. The information chain is more than 95% consistent, and Xuan Mo belongs to the very average type, which has hovered between 86% and 95% in all aspects previously tested.

But on Blue Star, everything needs to be replaced by an algorithm.

"You, is there any familiarity with learning other things?" The political commissar saw the figure training outside, "such as going through obstacles, punching or something."

"Yes." Xuan Mo was pretty sure.

"To what extent can you do that?"

"This depends on how well you are doing."

The political commissar was silent for a while and laughed: "What did you report?"

"All."

"what?"

Xuan Mo looked up and said earnestly: "I can't help it, they are too noisy."

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