(a)

In the dead of night, I quietly wrote about the last moments of our lives. Before I was able to write this last moment so quietly, I walked a very long and arduous journey, through countless thorns.www.biquge.info So, this quiet writing, in fact, it is an offering. It is my life's edification and guidance to you, an offering.

Scene in my heart. It's like you're showing someone else's movie.

(b)

You look up at your watch. You say, "I'm sorry, Principal, Mr. Brown, but there was a bit of a traffic jam on the road, and I was a few minutes late, so I waited a long time." ”

Mr. Brown smiled and said, "It's okay. Someone as good as you is always worth the wait. ”

You say, "It's over." ”

Mr. Brown notices your gray complexion, tired look, and gasping as you speak.

He said with concern: "What, are you not feeling well? Don't you look good? ”

You say, "I've not been in good health lately. ”

Mr. Brown also noticed that your hands were shaking slightly.

He said: "So you have no problem playing today? ”

You say, "No problem." You know, shooting isn't a physical exercise. It's a contest of mental effort. ”

Brown listened and was appreciative, saying, "Well said. So, Principal Cheng, can we start right away? The sooner the game is finished, he can rest early. ”

Principal Cheng also noticed that you were shivering.

He hurriedly said, "Of course, don't talk about it, you can start preparing immediately." ”

(c)

You're standing in front of your targets.

Wang instructed you to help you prepare your pistol and reload.

Your shivers are becoming more and more obvious. You finally got to put on the earbuds.

On the other side, Brown was also preparing his gun, loading his bullets, putting on earplugs, and he tried to raise his gun and aim at the target in front of him. His movements are extremely beautiful and professional, with a powerful aura, and at a glance, you can see that his marksmanship is definitely not ordinary.

Director Wang saw that sweat was running down your cheeks. He whispers to you, "Does it hurt badly?" ”

You whisper, "It hurts a little." ”

Director Wang said: "Otherwise, forget it." I'll go talk to them. Don't push yourself. ”

You say, "It's fine." I can hold on. ”

Director Wang looks at your hand. He said, "Are you okay with your hands?" Can you hold the gun? ”

You nodded. You say, "Yes." Yesterday I tried. ”

Director Wang handed you the gun.

You take the gun. Director Wang looked at you with infinite guilt and worry in his heart. He felt that you were already in great pain, and you were trying your best to stand here.

You tremble again and say, "I can." ”

With a heart-wrenching expression, Director Wang silently took a few steps back from the target position and stood in front of the bench behind you.

You stand on the target for a moment, close your eyes to stabilize your mind, and even out your breathing.

There was silence in the venue. All eyes are on the two of you.

In the midst of many intertwined glances, you take a deep breath and pick up your pistol. You stretch your arm and raise your pistol.

I can't take my eyes off you. Your whole arm is obviously still shaking slightly. I can see the muzzle of the gun rise and fall as you tremble.

I can't tell you how I'm feeling at the moment. With such a shaking amplitude, can you hit the bullet on target?

Brown was immediately taken aback by your skillful and beautiful way of holding a gun, and he looked at you intently and made a gesture of admiration to you. But then he also noticed the up and down of your gun.

He looks at you with a slightly worried look. He asks you again, "Is it okay with your body?" Can we get started? ”

You smile at Brown and make a "please" gesture to him. You motioned for him to shoot first.

The last shooting competition of your life, and so it begins.

(iv)

When Mr. Brown's gunshots rang out, everyone looked in the direction of the target. Except for me.

I can't take my eyes off you. I watched tiny spasms roll over your body and soul.

That's when you looked at me again. There's something in your eyes that stings me in the heart, and I can't tell what it is.

When you looked at me like that, I felt a cold wind sweep over my spine, and I shivered involuntarily, as if an electric current was passing through me.

My tremor made your heart shake slightly.

These are scenarios that others can't see.

When the applause rang out, you tried, you tried, you tried, you tried again, you took your eyes off me.

You look in the direction of the target, and then you take your mind. All your energy is focused on the target.

Just as all your heart was projected onto the target, I saw your heart disappear from the field.

Your heart has become a bullet in consciousness.

Only I can see the bullet that your mind has turned into.

All others can see is that your arm trembles a little, but firmly and quietly, you raise the gun in your hand and aim at the target.

I hear the sound of your gun firing bullets, I hear bullets piercing through the air and speeding forward. You fired the first shot.

(5)

Because I was watching you all the time, I didn't notice Brown's results in time, and I just knew that the applause meant that he was playing pretty well.

I later learned that his shot was far more than pretty good, but very good, almost perfect. He hit 10.8 rings with his first shot.

When the ring number was announced on the electronic screen, there was another round of applause in the venue, accompanied by an admiring "wow".

You smile at Mr. Brown, and you make a gesture of admiration and respect to him.

Mr. Brown smiled and nodded at you.

After a while, the number of rings you hit also appeared on the electronic screen.

Now, there was a louder "wow" in the venue!

I couldn't help but look at the screen. 10.8 rings! It turned out to be 10.8 rings.

An image of your target paper appears on the electronic screen.

Another "Wow! ”

All eyes are on you.

A very warm round of applause resounded throughout the audience.

Mr. Brown had a look of surprise on his face. He looks at the image of the target paper in surprise, and then, he looks back at you. He silently says to you a "Wow! ”

You smile at him in response.

Mr. Brown gives you a thumbs up.

You smile again. You take a few steps back and sit down on the bench. You're on your knees in pain. But you persevered.

It seems like a coincidence that you hit the exact same number of rings as Mr. Brown's, and in exactly the same position as his.

The target paper was teleported. Wang instructed him and took down the two target papers.

He stacked the two sheets of target paper on top of each other and held them up to look at the light.

The bullet holes that the bullet passes through on the target paper are 100% repeated! Without the slightest deviation!

Director Wang looked at you excitedly and handed the two target papers to Mr. Brown.

Mr. Brown looked at the result with a look of utter shock on his face.

He handed the target paper to the headmaster who walked over.

Principal Cheng looked at these two target papers, and couldn't help but sigh, he looked at you, and his face was full of admiration and gratitude. He handed the target paper to the dean. They looked at the two sheets.

Brown looks at you again.

You sit on a bench and breathe. You can't speak. You gesture with your hands: Second shot. Please.

This is the accurate review technique that once amazed Mr. Zhou.

Your unique stunt.

(f)

Before that, only Teacher Zhou and I had seen you review like this.

Even Director Wang saw it for the first time. And Mr. Zhou suddenly bumped in and saw it.

You never show off this stunt.

Before this final game, you showed it to me, to me alone.

While everyone was thrilled and amazed, I was thinking: How did you do it when your hands trembled so visibly?

How can you possibly replicate it exactly, without deviation?

Incredible!

I saw Director Wang's expression. The same doubts also surfaced in his heart.