Could it be that Ye Jian shot just now with details that he didn't notice? No, I noticed it all, according to the gun, ten bullets were fired in a row, and there was not even a single aiming action, isn't it casual?

Ye Jian withdrew the pistol, unloaded the magazine by the way, turned to the political commissar and smiled: "Then guess if I have a perfect shot?" ”

"If you guess according to my experience, your ten shots, ten of them are off target, and none of them are aiming."

The political commissar opened his mouth, and with one sentence, Ye Ying saw hope, and there was a kind of excitement to discover the new continent, and the whole person couldn't help but be happy, she ...... It must be playing casually, perfectly? Hahaha, this would be a joke!

But then, the commissar came with another "but ......"

Ye Ying's heart hangs high and tall, but what? But what? Say it! Say it! She looked fixedly at a political commissar who paused again, and couldn't wait to rush forward and let him finish the whole sentence!

"However, judging from your skill in loading the gun just now, it doesn't look like a casual shot, so I really can't guess if you have a perfect shot."

Ye Jian laughed, only Xia Jinyuan knew how he fired the gun, and instead, he looked at Ye Ying, who was cold for a while, hot for a while, distorted facial features for a while, and smiling for a while, raised his eyebrows and said, "Classmate Ye Ying, why don't you guess how many rings I played?" ”

Ye Ying, who was tormented in the fire and cold in the ice, heard this, and she tried to make herself look calm, she pulled out a stiff smile, "I don't know, but the political commissar said that you shoot too casually, I think the political commissar must be right, how can there be ten rings if you play too casually." ”

She wanted to say: it must have all been off target! But the political commissar's "but" made her dare not say it,

Seeing her stiff and mold-like smile, Ye Jian glanced at her lightly, and then said to the political commissar: "Instructor Huang admires me, for his appreciation, how can I lose." ”

His eyes deliberately swept over Ye Ying, whose expression was becoming more and more stiff, and said, "In order to let Ye Ying know that there is a kind of liking called "appreciation", how can I lose." Please ask your comrades on the other side of the trench to report the number of rings. ”

Ye Ying felt that her heart was hanging in her throat again, "plop plop plop" was beating so fast, really fast and fast, it must be off target, it must be off target! How could she be a target if she hit the target so casually!

The political commissar looked at Ye Jian's face, and became more interested, this girl is a little interesting, and she can toss people.

I took the walkie-talkie in the clerk's hand, cleared my throat and asked, "After shooting the target, shoot ten bullets and see how many rings there are." ”

There is no prompt to finish shooting, even if it is an empty cartridge, it is impossible for the soldiers in the trenches to climb out to check the target, with two "received received" from the walkie-talkie, all the students pulled their necks, held their breath and quietly listened to what kind of numbers will be reported inside.

There was a "rustling" electric sound, and in less than a minute, the result came, "Ten rounds of ammunition are fired, and the actual number of rings is 100." ”

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The audience was shocked, it was a real bang, and the whole class screamed instantly after hearing the rings,...... 100 rings, all in the middle, all in the middle! All 10 bullets hit! It's not a casual fight, it's a serious fight! 100 rings! Oh, my God! Really hit it all.