The balloon stall uncle watched in astonishment as a group of students came to his balloon stall in a menacing manner, and asked tentatively for a long time, "What are you...?" ”

Then, a white-skinned, handsome young man came out of the crowd, and he smiled: "Boss, how much does it cost to hit a balloon?" ”

"Five." Hearing this, the uncle immediately breathed a sigh of relief, just now he thought that we were looking for trouble.

"Well, then I'm going to fight five times." I said with a smile.

It takes twenty rounds to shoot a balloon, and five rounds add up to a hundred.

The reason why I want to fight so much in one breath is naturally to take this opportunity to train my endurance and concentration, after all, the number of death balloons is fifty, and if you want to train, you must at least exceed this number.

"Okay." The boss gave me change and handed me a gun with loaded bullets.

Although I trained my marksmanship for turtles in my first year of junior high school, I didn't let up because of this, and occasionally when I passed by the balloon stand, I would play once or twice to try my hand, so this time it was more handy.

I hit 92 rounds of 100 rounds in the first round, and the first two were 20 in a row, so I got two prizes. A Ahri and a Doraemon dole.

I casually handed Ahri and Doraemon dolls to the female classmates in the class, then took a bottle of water from Zhang Hao's hand and drank half a bottle of it. The uncle at the balloon stand took advantage of my break to quickly fill the balloons on the shooting board.

Balloon hunting seems like an easy game, but it's not.

If you're just for leisure, it's easy. But if you're in it for the prize, it's going to be very difficult, and it's even more difficult if we're playing a death balloon for our lives.

I rested for a while and hit five more times in one go.

This time the result was even better than the last time, 94 out of 100 bullets were hit, which is already a very good result, and I won three more prizes in a 20-row this time.

I handed the prize to the three girls again, and at this time I saw that the uncle had begun to break out in a cold sweat, and twenty-five yuan for three dolls was already a loss for the uncle.

"Uncle, come back five times, this time the master will hit every shot." After resting for a while, I ignited my fighting spirit again, and looked at the balloon stall uncle with burning eyes, and the fighting spirit in my eyes looked at the uncle's hair.

The uncle nervously replaced me with bullets and handed me the gun.

However, instead of improving this time, it regressed to 93 rounds, but it was still three times in a twenty row, and there was no problem in the first three times, and the main mistakes were the last two times, probably because it was difficult to concentrate in the later stage.

"Rest, Ye Yan." Liang Yu said: "You are too tired, and your attention is not as concentrated as before. ”

"Okay." I put down my gun and rested for a while.

As early as when I was playing balloons, many of my classmates were already eager to try, and now that I have come down, they naturally want to go up to show off their marksmanship, and the result is naturally miserable, and the best result is only 18 out of 20 shots.

With their joining, the uncle who was dripping blood in my heart before suddenly smiled.

"Looks like we're going to have to rely on you." Liang Yu couldn't bear to look at their results directly, then turned his head and looked at me silently.

"Well, I'll do my best." I nodded solemnly.

In the end, almost everyone tried it once, but it wasn't as good as mine, so I was the best candidate.

Then we went back to school, not because I didn't want to continue training, but the problem was that if I trained too much today, my spirit would naturally be tired, and if I was not mentally good, it would definitely affect my performance, so it would be more than worth the loss.

And it's getting late now, and it can't be delayed any longer.

Class 3 and 7.

At this time, a handsome young man was standing in front of the classroom, and behind him, a group of young boys and girls with nervous expressions were standing.

There was already a red line on the floor, and I was standing behind that red line at the moment.

When I picked up the gun that was blackened throughout, an incomparably heavy pressure suddenly came to my face, and this kind of pressure was unbearable for ordinary people.

The classroom was silent, but the silence and tension were all the more tense, and the tension gripped me, making my breathing heavy, and my hands instinctively began to tremble under the pressure of death.

Zhang Xinyu saw my nervousness, he walked over and patted me lightly on the shoulder, then looked at the classmates behind him, and said with a serious expression: "Everyone, I think everyone knows the content of this homework, and this is related to the lives of everyone, including Ye Yan himself." But I still have to remind everyone that Ye Yan has no reason to stand here. Therefore, no matter what the result is in the end, you are not qualified to blame him, because this is not the result that Ye Yan wants to see. I'll leave the words here now, if anyone wants to blame Ye Yan afterwards, okay, then this position will be given to you now, and you will complete this homework. As he spoke, Zhang Xinyu made a gesture of please.

The class was silent, and no one stepped forward. After a long while, Wang Qiang's loud voice sounded: "Ye Yan is the best candidate elected by us, that is to say, all of us admit that Ye Yan's marksmanship is the best in the class, if even he fails, let alone us." So no matter what the result is, Ye Yan, we won't blame you, you can fight with peace of mind! ”

"Yes, Ye Yan, you can go with confidence, no one will accuse you." Zhang Hao said.

"Everyone, let's cheer Ye Yan up, shall we?" Lin Wei's crisp voice sounded: "Come on, Ye Yan!" Come on! ”

"Come on, come on, come on!" Suddenly, there was a series of cheers of encouragement in the class.

"Then I can't afford to lose." Looking at this scene in front of me, I smiled bitterly in my heart.

I took a deep breath, then raised my gun and looked at the balloon on the shooting board with a serious expression.

The balloons on the shooting board are black skeletal balloons, and above the fifty skull balloons, there is a circular timer with the number six hundred displayed on it.

The moment I raised my gun, the classroom became silent, so silent that I could hear a needle drop on the ground, and everyone looked at me nervously.

I am now carrying the lives of forty-nine people, and it may be that just because of a small mistake of my own, it will lead to the death of a classmate who gets along with me day and night, and this kind of pressure is indescribable.

I tried to relax myself, and after taking a few deep breaths, I aimed for the first balloon.

"Bang." The first shot made my heart heavy.

Because I missed.

In fact, no matter how good the marksmanship is, when touching a new gun, there will be mistakes, because each gun gives people a different feeling, so it is generally necessary to shoot a few shots to become proficient.

Unfortunately, I couldn't have tried my hand with this gun, he only had fifty rounds.

There was a flurry of sighs all around.

I didn't pay attention to it, although it was not a good start, but I still had three chances, and I quickly adjusted my form. With the first shot, I also got a rough idea of how the gun feels.

The moment I fired my first shot, the timer on the shooting board began to count down.

I almost forgot that there was a time limit. Without further ado, I quickly found my good feelings and fired a second shot.

The gun goes off and the ball breaks.

Shockingly, at the moment when the skeletal balloon was popped, a terrible scream rang out, and the sharp sound made the scalp tingle.

With the intervention of this scream, it was even more difficult for me to concentrate, and it was even more difficult for me to complete the task.

I tried to ignore the intervention caused by the screams, and to my relief, counting the balloon I had just made, I was hit twenty times in a row.

By this time I had already broken twenty balloons, and although there were only twenty, it was far more than the exhaustion I had brought from my previous training at the balloon stand, and it seemed that I had underestimated the mental stress caused by the death balloon. My forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and my breathing was getting heavy. Actually, I wanted to stop and rest for a while, but looking at the dwindling numbers on the timer, I knew I had to keep going.

The twenty-first balloon I missed.

Because the balloons on the shooting board are not lined up in exactly one row, but in five rows of ten balloons each.

The middle row is naturally the best to hit, but the higher you go, the harder it becomes, because as the height increases, if you are not tall enough, the gun is easy to tilt, so it is easy to miss.

I brought two stools and stepped on one of them.

It's not that I'm short, it's that I have to keep my eyes at the target level, so I have to use a stool.

Now I have two more chances.

Then I successfully shot the balloons in the top three rows, and by this time I had hit thirty balloons.

The balloon below is easier to play than the balloon on the top because I don't have to balance on the stool, I just need to squat.

By the thirty-sixth hit, I missed again.

I didn't hit because the bullet was blocked by the iron ring attached to the balloon.

As we all know, generally speaking, the balloons at the balloon stand are tied with wire or rubber bands, and if you are unfortunate enough to hit them, you may not be able to pop the balloon, but if you are lucky, you can still pop the balloon.

And this death balloon didn't even leave me a little room for luck, and directly replaced me with an iron ring, which undoubtedly increased my difficulty.

There are eleven more balloons left than the goal of forty-six, and it should be no problem to hit them seriously, because I still have one more chance, but the problem is that time is running out, and the number on the timer shows one hundred.

In other words, it only takes a maximum of nine seconds to pop a balloon!

You know, maybe nine seconds is more than enough to complete the actions of loading, aiming, shooting, but the problem is, it's a death balloon! Under the heavy pressure of death, how many people dare to pat their chests and promise, as long as I aim, I will definitely hit? At least I can't, I have to make sure I've got it all before I can shoot, so nine seconds isn't enough for me.

As the minutes ticked by, the gunshots rang out in the classroom.

Luckily, I hit ten balloons in a row.

But when I hit the eleventh balloon, the last one, I missed.

Maybe it was because I was too nervous, maybe I was too tired, but I missed.

Now I have one last bullet, and I only need to shoot one last balloon.

There are only three seconds left.

"Three." I raised my gun. Looking at my movements, the classmates around me seemed to stop breathing, and everyone knew that my shot would determine a person's life and death.

"Two." My attention was so focused that I couldn't see anything around me, I had nothing but balloons on the shooting board.

"One." I exhaled deeply, my fingers pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"