The next day, Guo Zhipeng participated in airsoft training again.

"Today, the school specially invited Coach Qian of the provincial shooting team, everyone is welcome."

As soon as I came up, the coach introduced a person to everyone.

Qian Hao, as the coach of the provincial shooting team, was invited to teach a group of students, but he was actually unwilling.

But the school gave money, although it was not much, but for a married man, it was not a small amount of money.

Thinking about the Hibiscus King in his pocket, Coach Qian looked at the eyes of his classmates and became more and more friendly.

He must teach well, preferably a few decent ones.

After all, the performance of these students is related to whether he can continue to smoke the Hibiscus King in the future.

Married men are also pursuing this point.

After the scene was finished, Qian Hao asked everyone to shoot in turn.

These students definitely don't have a foundation in shooting, and he won't teach them the basics, because the teachers in the school can teach those things.

What he has to do is to pick out a few good seedlings, and then teach them seriously, and strive to make a few good seedlings stand out.

In that case, the effect will not be obvious.

Otherwise, everyone improves, but the school doesn't see the contrast, and that's the same as not being taught.

Bang bang bang......

There was a barrage of firing from the shooting room.

However, the more Qian Hao looked at it, the colder he became, he was used to seeing the training of the provincial team, and then watching the shooting of these students, it was simply spicy.

Even if the posture is not standard, some of them are not even on target.

But thinking about the Furong King in his pocket, Qian Hao could only calm down and continue to look down.

In the end, if you really can't do it, you can only pull out the big one among the short ones.

Finally, it was Guo Zhipeng's turn to shoot.

"Don't be nervous, classmates, I don't look at your foundation, but your talent, you just need to rely on your feelings."

Qian Hao said to Guo Zhipeng.

He was forced to do no more.

Some students had seen him standing on the side, barely in a stiff shooting position, but the posture was deformed.

It's strange that you can shoot accurately.

Guo Zhipeng nodded after listening, he was actually not nervous at all? Because he never poses when he shoots? It's all about feeling.

Bang bang bang......

Guo Zhipeng leaned sideways and raised the air gun? It's a burst of fire.

When did the teachers at the school teach them before? He didn't dare to do it yet, but it wasn't the teacher standing next to him right now? Then it doesn't matter.

Whoosh ......

Ten rounds of ammunition were quickly emptied.

Qian Hao watched Guo Zhipeng's shooting action and almost didn't laugh out loud.

What about making movies?

Still pose?

Isn't shooting handsome? What if the members of the provincial team dare to shoot like this? He just kicked it up.

"Classmate, your shooting action is very good-looking, but shooting is not taking pictures, and whether the shape looks good or not has nothing to do with accuracy.

Let's start with target paper? What was your shooting stance? The muzzle of the gun is clearly downward, so even if the bullet hits the target, it will ...... Will ......"

Qian Hao was halfway through his speech, and he couldn't go on.

Because the target paper has been retracted, around the red dots on the top 10 rings? The brush is printed with a circle of single holes.

Groove ...... This young man!

Qian Hao was stunned, this shooting level? Why don't you go to the Olympics?

Don't say that he is a provincial team coach, even if he is the coach of the national team? I don't dare to say that I can teach such an apprentice.

At this level, even if it is to compete? It is also an ironclad champion.

"Ahem...... Schoolmate? Have you practiced shooting? ”

"None? I just like to play FPS games. ”

"Uh...... Very good, classmate, let's try again. ”

Qian Hao changed a target paper and asked Guo Zhipeng to shoot again.

Bang bang bang......

The same ten bullets, the same ten rings, and even three bullets in the same bullet hole.

"Classmate, how did you do that?" Qian Hao was curious.

It stands to reason that Guo Zhipeng's shooting posture should not be so accurate.

"By feeling." Guo Zhipeng is very calm.

It's just a 15-meter target position, and if you can't shoot so closely, what kind of game is it playing?

He is even more exaggerated when he plays games.

A sniper rifle is the same as a lock hanger, and he can predict that he can shoot it down on a motorcycle.

That's why he wants to play professionally.

Qian Hao was excited.

What a seedling.

This is a top-level good seedling, cultivate it now, or it will be able to win awards in international competitions in less than two years.

Shooting is not like other sports, eating youth, and the peak period is very short.

As long as the shooting athlete is in good condition, he can not retire from playing until he is 40 years old.

"Classmate, what's your name?"

"Guo Zhipeng."

"Guo Zhipeng, are you interested in becoming a professional athlete? Shooting athletes, with your talent, as long as you are willing to train hard, you will definitely win prizes in international competitions in the future. ”

"Not interested."

Guo Zhipeng has no interest in becoming a shooting athlete.

Athletes make money, but do athletes make more money than professional players?

With his strength, as long as he becomes a professional player, he can play a game, and he wants to make money, so there is no need to be an athlete.

As a young man, he was now full of thoughts about becoming transcendent.

Arcanist, he's out of luck.

Fighters probably can't either.

But to become a shooter-type profession, is there no transcendence?

Absolutely.

As a perennial person, this brain supplement ability is still there.

Facing Guo Zhipeng, who did not enter the oil and salt, Qian Hao had no choice.

However, when encountering such a situation in China, everyone will choose to use another way to solve the problem, that is, call parents.

Soon, Guo Zhipeng's father was called to school.

Qian Hao said a lot to Guo Zhipeng's father and promised a lot, but his father did not directly agree.

When I got home in the evening, the father and son talked.

According to Guo Zhipeng's father's idea, he wanted Guo Zhipeng to become a shooting athlete.

But Guo Zhipeng disagreed, so he didn't talk about it.

Early the next morning, after Guo Zhipeng got up, he heard his father in the living room talking to Qian Hao on the phone again.

Wait for the leaders of the Provincial General Administration of Sports to come and do the work in person.

After Guo Zhipeng heard such news, he didn't say a word and ran away directly.

Instead of running away from home, he ran directly to the city military division.

"Military stronghold, please do not approach."

At the gate of the military division, Guo Zhipeng was stopped by the guards at the gate.

"Big brother, my name is Guo Zhipeng, I am a student of 17 High School, I want to meet your company commander."

Guo Zhipeng looked at the real gun in the guard's hand, a little greedy, and really wanted to play with it in his hand for a while.

Still, he suppressed the thought, because it was too dangerous.

"See our company commander?" The guards were a little stunned, what was going on.

"What is your relationship with our company commander?"

"It's okay, I want to be conscripted."

In Guo Zhipeng's thoughts, the military must have a secret cultivation method, and it is much stronger than the popular cultivation method.

As long as he shows his worth, he should be groomed by the military.

It just so happened that at this time, the leaders of the military region came to inspect the city military sub-district and saw Guo Zhipeng, who was entangled with the gate post.