Chen Feng asked Hung Bin Lin Xian to help him to the shooting table, let them leave him and lean against the wall, put on earmuffs and began to practice his rifle skills.

The weak body made it extremely difficult for Chen Feng to lift the gun, let alone maintain an aiming posture for too long, and the first shot flew away. This can't work, Chen Feng shook his head secretly, simply changed his posture, pressed his left shoulder against the wall, and quickly lifted the gun with his right hand and quickly pressed the trigger.

This shot hit the target accurately, and the score in the score display instrument actually had 8 rings, Chen Feng looked at it incredulously, put down the gun and rubbed his eyes to look again, it was really 8 rings by mistake.

"What's going on? I just did a simple visual inspection, but I didn't really aim at it. Chen Feng muttered to himself.

After being puzzled, Chen Feng simply stopped thinking about it, since he couldn't think of it, he should continue his own practice, continue to shoot according to the action just now, and then look at the result of 6.8 rings. Chen Feng is not calm now, once is luck, and two times in a row can't be shit luck.

But maybe you really stepped on shit today? Chen Feng closed his heart and fired another shot, and hurriedly looked back at the score tester, which had a big 5.5 ring on it.

Hell, Chen Fengzhen didn't know why this was happening, although the scores were lower than the other, but they showed that they all hit the target accurately, but he simply raised his hand and hit the target with such a flick of the gun, when did shooting become so easy?

In desperation, Chen Feng had to ask for help from Mr. Lin: "Mr. Lin, I have a problem. ”

Teacher Lin was beside Nangong Mengdie to guide her to adjust her shooting speed: "Shoot slowly, otherwise, with the recoil of the beam blocking gun in the future, the mecha will be scrapped quickly if you open it like this, and we won't be able to repair it for you every day." ”

Nangong Mengdie ignored him and continued to shoot at his own speed, Teacher Lin was injured, and just saw Chen Feng looking for him and quickly left and ran over sadly: "Classmate Chen Feng, are you not feeling well?" ”

Chen Feng didn't have that time to worry about Nangong Mengdie, so he asked, "Teacher Lin, help me see what's going on?" After saying that, he tried to raise his hand and shot it, and a 7-ring immediately jumped out of the score display.

"Huh? It's too child's play to hit. Chen Feng's movements are not standard and there is no specific aim, Mr. Lin thought that he must have flown off, but when he saw the results, Mr. Lin's eyes were so wide that he couldn't widen anymore: "This is not scientific!" You called me because of this? Did you hit the target just now? ”

Chen Feng's strength was still slowly recovering, so he could only lean against the wall and nodded: "Well, I hit it several times, I thought it was strange and called the teacher to come over." ”

Teacher Lin frowned and couldn't think of a reason for a long time, so he asked Chen Feng to shoot again, this time he was engrossed in staring at all of Chen Feng's movements, and he didn't let go of anything. After Chen Feng finished shooting, Mr. Lin shook his head: "It's not standard at all, you just look at the target and then throw the gun, there is no pause in the process and no aiming, this time you should not hit the target, right?" ”

Chen Feng looked at Teacher Lin speechlessly, and stretched his head towards the score display to let him see it himself. Teacher Lin probed over, almost out of control, and hugged his head with both heads and said frantically: "How is this possible!" How can such a random action hit the target? I've been teaching shooting classes for more than ten years, and I've never seen anything like this! ”

Seeing the cheerful Teacher Lin fall into self-doubt, the culprit Chen Feng was a little unbearable: "Teacher, do you want me to try again?" Maybe you won't be able to fight again. ”

The commotion here attracted the attention of other students, and seeing that many people had cast their eyes, Teacher Lin forcibly eased his mind: "Since you said that you have hit a few times before, then this is not accidental, maybe you have a talent in shooting." Now I'll teach you the correct posture first, you try it. ”

Let Chen Feng put down the gun, Mr. Lin stood on his shooting table, raised the gun with his right hand flat and placed it above the center of his body, stared at the bullseye with his right eye through the scope, held his breath and pressed the trigger: "Bang!" "Nice one with 10 rings.

"Now you try." After Mr. Lin finished the demonstration, he gave up his seat, and saw that Chen Feng's actions remained unchanged, so he helped him to stand up: "Come, I'll help you do support, you concentrate on doing the action, you always have the strength." ”

"Yes, Mr. Lin, don't worry." Teacher Lin's strength was very strong, and Chen Feng didn't feel any shaking. Closing his eyes and recalling the action just now, Chen Feng slowly raised the gun and raised it flat in front of him.

Teacher Lin instructed while supporting Chen Feng: "That's right, that's the case after lifting, but don't be so stiff when you raise the gun before, it's more convenient to bend your hand properly, remember." Especially in hand-to-hand combat, it is very difficult for you to have a straight and straight chance to raise the gun, it is basically crooked, and this also has a fatal flaw: when you raise the gun like this, the opponent will know where you are going to hit as soon as you look at your gesture, and will not give you a chance to aim. ”

"I remember!" Chen Feng put down the gun and raised it again, this time the movements were much smoother and more coherent, and it felt more comfortable than before. Teacher Lin nodded: "That's right, aim now." ”

It turned out that Chen Feng aimed very smoothly when holding the gun in both hands, but now he has not been able to align the bull's-eye, either his right hand is shaking or his eyes are not accurate.

Seeing that Chen Feng was indecisive and couldn't aim for a long time, Mr. Lin saw his problem: "Your body hasn't adapted to this aiming method, and the strength of your arms is not enough, remember to practice your upper body strength more after you go back, and usually raise your hands in front of you to experience the feeling of aiming." ”

Chen Feng nodded and said that he had written it down, and finally aimed and no longer hesitated to pull the trigger, as soon as the beam was launched, Chen Feng hurriedly turned his head to look at the score display: 9 rings, very good results.

"Hell, I hit the target again and my score has improved." When Mr. Lin saw the results, he became more and more sure that Chen Feng was a genius in shooting, and he didn't let go of him and let him continue shooting: "You continue, I will support you, how familiar you are with how to aim." ”

Chen Feng was also motivated by better and better grades, and couldn't wait to shoot again, and naturally overjoyed when he heard this, he agreed: "Okay, trouble the teacher." ”

Next, Chen Feng became more and more proficient in raising his gun and aiming, and he hit the target with twelve shots in a row, and the lowest score was above 8 rings. However, Chen Feng was already injured in his body, and his arm could not support him now, and his energy was exhausted, and Mr. Lin also knew that he was almost at the limit, so he helped him to the chair and sat down.

Many students have paid attention to this place before, Teacher Lin helped Chen Feng to shoot so many shots, so that many people left their shooting table to come to watch, seeing that Chen Feng's gun hit score was still so high, and finally even Pan Yuguo, Murong Xuan and Nangong Mengdie put down their guns and walked over.