"Ling Tian, Ling Tian!"

"Come on, Ling Shen, dominate the Olympics!"

......

In the cheers of the audience, Yao Qian also stepped into the shooting arena.

In this stadium today, he has a total of three finals to play, the first of which is the men's 10m rapid fire pistol.

In this project, it is required to complete the shooting in 8 seconds, 6 seconds, and 4 seconds, and the further you go, the shorter the time, and the less time available for adjustment.

In this case, it is also easy to play abnormally.

So generally speaking, in a rapid-fire pistol competition, the test is more stability, and you will not deliberately pursue high scores!

There were a total of eight players participating in the finals, and Yao Qian was located on the No. 8 target.

"I heard that Ling Tian basically doesn't warm up for the game, or this game is the warm-up for the next game, it seems to be true, this is a shooting competition, he is still drinking water there, he doesn't even try the gun, find out the state!"

"You don't understand, I thought he was arrogant before, but then I gradually found out that this is Ling Shen!"

"Let's wait and see, I believe that Ling Tian will continue to create miracles today!"

......

After yesterday's hype, Yao Qian has a lot more fans. Just like the current scene, it is basically for Yao Qian.

And they are also familiar with Yao Qian's style, and know that Yao Qian rarely warms up before the game!

"First round, start!"

Under the orders of the referee, the first round of shooting officially began.

'Bang!', 'Bang!', 'Bang!'......

At the sound of an order, eight gunshots rang out one after another.

This is time-limited, even if the state is not adjusted well, but after the start, you still have to complete the shot, otherwise, it is equivalent to 0 rings.

"8 rings", "9 rings", "8 rings", "9 rings", "6 rings", "7 rings", "9 rings", "10 rings"

When the results of the first round came out, the audience at the scene was boiling again.

"10 rings, sure enough, 10 rings, and the only 10 rings!"

"It's worthy of me Ling Tian, it's worthy of being my Great Ling God, it's amazing!"

......

Because of the headphones, Yao Qian couldn't hear the voice of the audience clearly, but he could see the cheers of the audience.

This is also the reason why he fought for Shenzhou!

Especially now, whether it is on the scene or in front of the TV, in the expectations of so many audiences, Yao Qian must also win these championships for Shenzhou.

"The second round begins!"

"7 rings", "10 rings", "8 rings", "9 rings", "8 rings", "7 rings", "9 rings", "10 rings"

......

Soon, 60 rounds of ammunition had also been fired for 20 rounds.

The results of the first seven targets fluctuated greatly, with 10 rings of good results, but there were also times when the results were not good......

Only the No. 8 target, from the first shot, all of them were 10 rings, and there were no accidents.

"Miracle, really a miracle! Ladies and gentlemen, it is now the men's 10-meter rapid fire pistol competition, and now 20 rounds of ammunition have been fired, among which Ling Tian at the No. 8 target position still maintains all 10 rings of excellent results, and the total number of rings has reached 200 rings, far ahead of the second-ranked 178 rings. ”

"Actually, 20 bullets and 178 rings are already very good results in the competition! But he was really unlucky, he actually met the perverted Ling Tian!"

"It's a misfortune for the other players, but again, it's our luck and it's really exciting to be able to witness such a fight!"

......

Whether it is the commentator, the audience or the coach, it is already boiling at this time.

But except for Song Jinhui.

"No, no, it's really going to be 600 rings!"

"Do you really want to spend the night with him in the secret room?"

"He's not going to do me......"

......

At this time, Song Jinhui had no intention of watching Yao Qian's game, and at this time, in her heart, she had already performed multiple versions of them living in the same room.

But no matter which version, Song Jinhui did not deduce a good result.

But on the field, Yao Qian still maintained his hit rate of 100 shots, and still hit 10 rings per shot.

"Friends in front of the TV, it is now the final scene of the men's 10-meter rapid fire pistol, and on the premise that there are still ten bullets, the champion has been decided this time, and he is Ling Tian from the Shenzhou No. 8 target position. ”

"In the 50 bullets that have ended, Ling Tian has shot all 10 rings, creating a miracle of 50 bullets and 500 rings, which is already 104 rings ahead of the second-place player, that is to say, in the next 10 bullets, even if Ling Tian misses the target, all 10 rings of the second-place player will not be able to catch up with Ling Tian's results!"

"So now in fact, Ling Tian has won the gold medal in the men's 10-meter rapid fire pistol, but the competition is still not over, and on the field, there is still a suspense, waiting for everyone to reveal together, that is, whether Ling Tian can complete all 10 rings of 60 bullets, a total of 600 rings of miracles!"

The commentary is looking forward to it, the audience at the scene, the audience in front of the TV is also looking forward to it, and even Yao Qian's competitors are looking forward to it.

But there was one man who had already died.

This person is naturally Song Jinhui.

She can be regarded as witnessing Yao Qian's perversion and strength from beginning to end......

After the first 50 rounds of ammunition all scored 10 rings, on the basis of what others were still expecting, Song Jinhui had given up.

She knew that if there was no bet, Yao Qian would definitely release the water, but once there was this bet, with Yao Qian's character, he would definitely not release the water.

So at this time, she had actually given up.

"10 rings!"

"10 rings!"

"10 rings!"

......

"The last bullet, on the premise that all the first 59 bullets are 10 rings, let's look forward to Ling Tian's last bullet and see if he can hit this last 10 rings!"

When the timer just started, Ling Tian shot the last shot in seconds, let's look forward to Ling Tian's best result!"

"10 rings!"

"Sure enough, it's 10 rings, let's congratulate Ling Tian, he not only won this Olympic gold medal without any suspense, but also created an incredible record!"

"In the shooting arena, 60 bullets, 600 rings, this is a complete miracle!"

At this point, the commentary is completely hysterical.

No way, in the shooting arena, Yao Qian's achievement can be called a miracle!

After the end of the game, after hearing this evaluation, Yao Qian also smiled lightly, and then slowly said: "Isn't it a miracle?

After finishing speaking, Yao Qian slowly walked to Song Jinhui, who was facing away from him.