Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Shooting is probably the activity that all students look forward to the most.

Regardless of men and women.

After all, it’s handsome, cool, and doesn’t require a lot of effort. In the past, I could only watch it on TV through the screen or experience it in games, but now I can finally experience it in person.

After being severely abused for a few days, the wilted students came back to life, lining up in high spirits and ready to fight.

"Weng Fan, fifty-six rings."

"Cheng Hao, ninety rings..."

When the target was reported, Cheng Hao curled his lips.

"Brother Hao is awesome! You are the tallest in our class right now."

"It has to be you, Brother Hao. Ninety rings. I admire you."

"I was distracted on the last shot. I'm too embarrassed to record this result in the club." Cheng Hao enjoyed everyone's flattery, pretending to be humble while looking at Wen Li.

However, the latter didn't pay any attention to him at all. He stood in the team with his hands in his pockets, his delicate and indifferent little face hidden under the camouflage hat. After a few days, everyone got tanned, but Wen Li became whiter and whiter. He always looked cool and clean, and never looked embarrassed.

Every time my eyes glanced at her, I couldn't help but tremble.

This also made Cheng Hao, who had been given the cold shoulder by Wen Li many times, more determined to win Wen Li's heart.

Looking at Wen Li who seemed to be in a trance, Cheng Hao wondered if Wen Li hadn't heard his results?

So he walked towards Wen Li, wanting to use the excuse of imparting shooting experience to reveal his own achievements and narrow the distance between them.

As a result, I just walked over and didn't say anything.

Wen Li directly said to him: "Get lost."

The tone was neither light nor heavy, and was extremely hurtful and insulting.

Cheng Hao was stunned.

Wen Li walked straight around him.

Cheng Hao looked unhappy, but he quickly composed himself and returned to the boys' group.

"Brother Hao, what did Wen Li say to you?"

Several boys asked with gossipy and excited expressions.

Cheng Hao deliberately made his words unclear: "Nothing."

"Look at you smiling, you haven't said anything yet? We don't believe it."

"Brother Hao's life is my dream. I'm just waiting to see when Wen Li will be impressed by your strength."

"Now we're at Wenli. How many rings do you think she can score?"

"She does have strong physical fitness, but good shooting skills don't just come from strong physical fitness, right?"

"I can't say anything else, but she's definitely not as good as us boys at shooting. We boys have been playing with guns since we were little."

Everyone's eyes fell on Wen Li who was preparing.

"Her movement when loading the gun is so cool. Why is it that I am so clumsy when it's my first time?"

"Ready!" the instructor gave the order.

Gunshots rang out intermittently.

Wen Li fired ten shots in a row without interruption.

"You've finished shooting so quickly? I've just been aiming for quite some time."

"See, I told you girls are not good at shooting. Even Wen Li has given up and played badly. So, none of you girls can do it."

"Report the target."

"Chen Jiayuan, thirty-fifth ring."

"Li Qiqi, forty-four rings."

"Wen Li, one hundred rings."

"How much? One hundred? How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible? Who said that we girls are not good at shooting? Does your face hurt? Pu Xinnan, get out of the way."

"Anyone who questions me, Sister Li, will end up with a painful face."

Instructor Chai looked at Wen Li.

It seems unexpected, yet it also seems reasonable.

Cheng Hao, who originally wanted to attract Wen Li's attention by shooting, was a little caught off guard. He made up his mind that he must perform well in the 50-meter shooting and make Wen Li lose to him.

Results are influenced by emotions.

He scored 70 rings, and several boys scored better than him.

Instructor Mo strolled over and asked, "How many rings did Wen Li score?"

Instructor Chai: "Twenty meters, one hundred rings."

Instructor Mo was just about to give a compliment.

A target call came from the front: "Wen Li, one hundred rings."

Instructor Chai added calmly, "Fifty meters also has one hundred rings."

"That's impressive." Instructor Mo thought of something and said excitedly, "Don't dismiss us yet. I'll give her an 80-meter target."

Then he ran hurriedly towards the target.

After a while, Instructor Mo's instructions came.

Instructor Chai: "Wen Li, step out—35 direction, get ready to fire."

"Isn't it just 20 meters and 50 meters? Why are there more?"

"Is there something wrong with Wen Li's fifty-meter target?"

"There's definitely a problem. I can believe she can score 100 rings at 20 meters, but at 50 meters, it's good enough if she doesn't miss the target. Brother Hao practices at the club every day and only scores 70 rings. She's not a professional shooter."

Wen Li glanced at Instructor Chai but said nothing.

After taking the bullet, she lay down, loaded the bullet, and saw Instructor Mo standing in the safe zone through the scope.

Without waiting for Instructor Chai to give orders, Wen Li pulled the trigger.

Instructor Chai was startled.

Wen Li turned around and raised his eyebrows at him.

It seemed like she was expressing her dissatisfaction with the arrangements made by the two instructors.

Instructor Chai was speechless.

Instructor Mo ran to the target and was shocked.

He pulled out the target and called another person over: "Help me prepare a target of 100 meters, no, 120 meters."

When everyone was curious about how many rings Wen Li had scored, Instructor Mo came running over with a target: "80-meter target, 100 rings!"

As soon as the words came out, the students were shocked and looked at the target in Instructor Mo's hand, and saw that all the bullet holes were concentrated at the center of the bull's eye.

"Is this an 80-meter target? A hundred rings?"

"Fuck! I just scored 50 rings on the 20-meter target, not to mention the 50-meter target, where four shots missed the target."

"Who just said there was something wrong with my goddess's 50-meter target? Come out and see if there's anything wrong with this 80-meter target."

The other classes were about to disband after finishing their shooting, but when they heard the noise here, they all gathered around to watch the fun.

Instructor Mo: "Wen Li, direction 45, target 120 meters away, you try."

"Did I hear correctly? How can their class shoot at a target 120 meters away? Wasn't the farthest they could shoot today 50 meters?"

"Wen Li just shot a hundred rings at the 80-meter target. The instructor gave her a special bonus."

"What the hell? You're worthy of being my goddess."

"Is one hundred and twenty meters too much of an exaggeration?"

Wen Li didn't move.

Instructor Mo used his ultimate move: "Half-day leave."

Wen Li moved.

The students were envious.

This military training project was as easy as child's play for Wen Li. Instructor Mo felt that it made no difference whether she practiced it or not.

Not practicing would also relieve a lot of pressure on other students. These past few days, she had almost driven the male students to self-doubt.

In fact, more than a dozen instructors also doubted themselves on the night of the obstacle course.

Instructor Mo watched Wen Li load the bullet and whispered to Instructor Chai, "This doesn't look like his first time handling a gun."

He paused, then said, "This score couldn't be my first time using a gun. Even a hundred rings in an 80-meter shot, I can't guarantee this score every time. I definitely come from a military family, no doubt about it."

Instructor Chai: "She said no."

Instructor Mo: “Absolutely.”

After a moment, his expression changed, and he whispered, "Is there any problem with her identity?"

If it was just shooting, it would be nothing, but Wen Li set a terrible record in the 400-meter steeplechase.

He looked at Wen Li, who was shooting at an extremely fast speed, and said to Instructor Chai, "Do we need to report this to the higher-ups? A young major general is coming in the next couple of days, so everyone should be extremely cautious. Don't let anything go wrong."

As he spoke, Wen Li finished shooting.

Under the curious eyes, an instructor came with the 120-meter target.

It is still a hundred rings that will shock people's eyes.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"My goddess is invincible."

"No, how did you do that? I haven't even digested the obstacle course, and here comes another one?"

"Fortunately, there's an obstacle course ahead to open my eyes. I've been able to face it calmly. Let's bring on as many thrills as possible."

"I can't calm down. One hundred and twenty meters, one hundred rings. Anyone in this army has to be a master of the gun, right? She also said she's not a special forces soldier."

"What is it that she can't do?"

"This is simply a dimensionality reduction attack on us."

"What kind of devilish military training? This is clearly just a stage for her entertainment."

"It's confirmed. She got on the wrong bus that day. She was supposed to report to the special forces."

Instructor Chai and Instructor Mo looked at each other without saying anything.