With a bang, the bullet followed its predetermined trajectory, shooting towards the electronic target fifty meters away, and Song Qiuyu’s gun barrel jerked sharply upwards.
She was slightly startled.
On the hit electronic target, the Peking Opera mask turned white, displaying a score of 7.9 points.
This was the highest score achieved by a military training freshman so far.
Song Qiuyu was stunned for a moment.
With such a high score on the first shot, would there be hope of hitting the bullseye if she took a few more shots?
Jiang Xiao watched her crooked gun from behind, feeling a slight pity.
Those queuing further back were discussing animatedly; they never expected Song Qiuyu’s shooting performance to be so good!
Even Instructor Bian Lianhai’s eyes immediately lit up: “What a pity, just a little off. Next time you shoot, keep up the good work!”
“Yes, Instructor!”
Song Qiuyu nodded, not at all discouraged.
She then turned around and handed the gun to Jiang Xiao, “Jiang Xiao, good luck!”
“…”
Jiang Xiao took the gun, her lips moved slightly as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing, merely walked forward and stood at the shooting position.
Song Qiuyu walked towards the back of the line, looking back at Jiang Xiao’s shooting.
She saw him standing tall and straight, raising the gun with both hands.
With a bang, the Peking Opera mask turned white, and the electronic target system showed 7.9 points.
“?”
Song Qiuyu stopped, looking at the number on the electronic target in disbelief.
Jiang Xiao was probably putting on an act for her.
As the result came out, the commotion that had just arisen because of her paused.
It wasn’t that the same score hadn’t appeared before, but this time, there was a strange feeling.
Was it just a coincidence?
This result was naturally intentional on Jiang Xiao’s part.
Jiang Xiao turned and handed the gun to the person behind her, then walked towards the back of the line.
Seeing Song Qiuyu staring intently at her, he just glanced at her without speaking.
Song Qiuyu followed.
Round after round, all the freshmen repeated the shooting action.
The initial novelty gradually faded, eventually leaving only boredom.
After several rounds, Song Qiuyu’s shooting scores were extremely stable, consistently between eight and nine points, just brushing past the bullseye.
Jiang Xiao… was also the same.
Finally, the gun came into Song Qiuyu’s hands again.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then stood firm at the shooting position, raising the gun.
With a bang, the Peking Opera mask turned red for the first time; she hit the bullseye, 9.1 points!
Applause surged towards her like a tide, but her expression was indifferent.
She turned around and placed the gun in Jiang Xiao’s hand.
She had confirmed it.
Although she didn’t know what this guy Jiang Xiao was thinking, he was intentionally scoring around the same as her.
This was such a good opportunity to show off!
Although Sang Tian also performed well, she only hovered around eight points.
If Jiang Xiao’s score was even better, that would be the right to choose a partner for the next four years!
Sure enough, Jiang Xiao scored 9.0 points this time, still not much different but slightly lower than hers.
Song Qiuyu looked at the score from afar and pouted.
This astonishing ability to control scores…
Terrifying.
“Jiang Xiao, tell me the truth, did you control your score?” Song Qiuyu asked, sitting in her dorm seat, recalling the shooting session.
“I just shot the score I wanted to shoot,” Jiang Xiao said calmly.
“Are you going to manage that too?”
What’s going on? Has this kid entered a rebellious phase?
Song Qiuyu was about to say something else when her hand, which inadvertently held a sanitary napkin, was placed on the table.
She then noticed something seemed to be missing from her sleeve.
She nonchalantly pinched her cuff, “I suddenly have something to do, I’ll be out for a bit.”
Watching Song Qiuyu rush out of the dorm, Jiang Xiao frowned slightly, and instinctively wanted to complain.
Why did she have to say goodbye to him before leaving?
As soon as Song Qiuyu left the dorm, she retraced her steps, searching every place she had been.
It wasn’t that she begrudged the cost of a sanitary napkin, but since it had fallen off her, she wouldn’t feel at ease until she found it.
However, after searching for most of the morning, she didn’t see any trace of the sanitary napkin, and her stomach started hurting again…
Song Qiuyu found a bench and sat down, clutching her stomach with one hand.
She stubbornly recalled all the places she had visited throughout the morning.
“Ugh!” Song Qiuyu suddenly shuddered.
A large, unfamiliar warm gush enveloped a certain part of her body—her period had arrived, suddenly and abruptly.
The information about menarche that DS had explained was still fresh in her mind, but it was now proving to be very inconvenient.
She sprang up from the bench almost instantly.
With people walking by on the road, she dared not make too exaggerated movements.
She only dared to secretly put her hands into her pockets, slightly pulling up the back of her pants to prevent blood from staining them.
May Buddha bless her, she absolutely could not sneeze!
Xiao Hongshu said that sneezing would cause a hemorrhage!
“Yo, Song Qiuyu!” Xie Zhuran walked over and greeted her at that moment.
Song Qiuyu turned her head to look, and then she saw him walking with Gu Nian, and crucially, they were each holding strange objects.
Xie Zhuran was holding a particularly straight wooden stick.
Gu Nian was holding a branch wrapped in vines.
Perhaps there was some deeper meaning to what they were doing?
“How come, after only a short time, you seem to have changed, Song Qiuyu?”
Xie Zhuran rubbed his chin.
Song Qiuyu’s heart skipped a beat.
She suppressed the abdominal pain and slightly tightened her legs.
Would she be discovered so quickly?
“Indeed.”
Gu Nian also stared at her for a couple of seconds, then said as if enlightened: “Oh, I know! It’s your posture! Song Qiuyu, you’re imitating Hanamichi Sakuragi, aren’t you? How old are you this year?”
“No, no, Hanamichi Sakuragi doesn’t stand like that; his hands go into his pants, not just into his pockets!”
Xie Zhuran immediately corrected him.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu’s expression was subtle.
Fortunately, these two were idiots.
She tried her best not to let her nervousness and discomfort show too much, cleared her throat, and changed the subject: “What are those in your hands?”
As soon as she spoke, Xie Zhuran and Gu Nian both froze.
“You mean this? If you bring that up, I’m all ears!”
Xie Zhuran raised the wooden stick in his hand, “As you can see, this is a wooden stick that’s so straight it’s crooked!”
Before Xie Zhuran had even finished speaking, Gu Nian immediately followed up, saying proudly: “Mine is a branch wrapped in vines!”
“So?”
Song Qiuyu tilted her head.
“Why are you not getting this at all?”
Xie Zhuran sighed, “These are free props that we’ll very likely use in the future! Come on, look closely at this wooden stick. Don’t you think it looks a lot like a holy sword?”
Song Qiuyu was stunned.
She hadn’t thought so initially, but after he said it…
“Exactly.”
Gu Nian also energetically picked up the vine-wrapped branch, aimed it at her, and said playfully:
“Now look at my branch, doesn’t it look a lot like the Elf King’s staff from a Western fantasy game? Just tell me, isn’t it very similar? Come on, Song Qiuyu, take my bleeding curse!”
Being pointed at by the “staff,” Song Qiuyu felt the warm gush again, and her body stiffened.
Song Qiuyu: “?”
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