Chapter 109: Poorly Skilled, Accidental Discharge

The next day.

Inside Sike Academy is an indoor Shooting Range covering 5,000 square meters, equipped with the Empire's most advanced shooting equipment and safety facilities; the walls and ceiling are all fitted with special energy-absorbing bulletproof materials to prevent accidental injuries from ricocheting bullets.

The fixed shooting targets are set at distances of 10 meters, 30 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, and so on, and there are also constant-speed moving targets and skeet shooting targets used to increase the difficulty of shooting.

The shooting class has students from different classes, and the teacher in charge is a retired officer from the Jing Family Army.

Ling Wu hurried back from off-campus; it was not too late when he arrived at the Shooting Range. Qi Yu was standing at a shooting station, and Shen Zhaojue, Wei Ranxu, and the others were shooting while wearing protective goggles.

Ming Tan stood together with Jin Bei, acting intimate.

There were many strange whispers inside the venue:

"I heard Young Master Yu is going to have a shooting contest with the Special Student, so I rushed over without stopping."

"Which Special Student is arrogant enough to challenge Young Master Yu to a shooting contest? They should go pee and look at their reflection to see if they're worthy. There are always people who lack self-awareness."

"It's that Qi Yu from Class A."

"Him?"

"I heard it's a life-or-death bet; if he loses, he's done for."

"I actually think Qi Yu is quite good-looking... what a pity. Why do you think he's so hell-bent on this? Did he provoke Young Master Yu or what?"

"I heard from them that it was just when the commendation ceremony ended yesterday, wasn't Senior Ling Wu called out separately by Young Master Jing because of the school badge? After the ceremony ended, Young Master Yu, Young Master Yin, and Young Master Jin were all outside the auditorium, chatting amiably with Senior Ling Wu about who knows what, and then Qi Yu very boldly went up in front of all three of them and told Ling Wu to come with him... the main thing is that Senior Ling Wu actually went with him in the end!"

After hearing this, the crowd was dumbfounded and one after another gave a thumbs up: "This is a hero!"

"A brave warrior!"

"A real man!"

A few voices discussed weakly: "Do you think Qi Yu likes our Senior Ling Wu...?"

"No way! I don't agree. Qi Yu is just a Special Student. Senior Ling Wu comes from the Jin Family; he has everything he could ever want, living in luxury. What does Qi Yu have to offer him?"

"I think so too, at the very least they should be of equal social standing... I think I'm pretty good myself."

Jing Du and Yu Shixue walked into the entrance of the Shooting Range, causing a sensation.

【No, you guys are hyping up these NPCs from the manga again. I'll say it again: our villain and the second male lead are the perfect match!】

【If you ignore Qi Yu today, you won't be able to reach the Highness of tomorrow!】

【Qi Yu and Ling Wu are a match made in heaven!】

【The second male lead fans in front, get lost! Can your side stop unilaterally tying the villain to him? Has the villain ever said he liked the second male lead from beginning to end? Do you still want your dignity? Qi Yu had a good impression of Ming Tan at the very beginning; it was your guy who insisted on sticking his nose in!】

【The one in front, take my flying kick. Do you live by the sea? You're managing the sky, the earth, and other people's shipping. Do I need to tell you what kind of person your Ming Tan is? When he offended Young Master Jin, he even wanted to drag the villain down with him. Why is your behavior so ugly?】

【Give me a full vote to blast Ming Tan away! When he was stealing the credit of the second male lead earlier, he was also sinister beyond measure. If my villain hadn't used his intelligence to see through Ming Tan's scheme, he would have almost succeeded. And that relative's bank card—is the second male lead your Ming Tan's grandfather?】

【Author, Author... can you sleep? Anyway, I can't. You replace Ming Tan for me. He's really like a toad that doesn't bite, but he's purely disgusting!】

【Author, you'd better sleep with your eyes open tonight.】

"Ding-a-ling!"

The class bell rang.

Ling Wu walked to the firearm display table, which was covered with various pistols. He recognized most of them: the very famous Glock 17 pistol, the Walther P38 pistol, the Luger P08 pistol...

Just as he picked up that Walther P38 pistol, a voice came from his side: "Ling Wu, with skin as delicate as yours, do you even know how to shoot?"

Ling Wu turned to the side and saw Shen Zhaojue walking over wearing protective goggles. He wore black wrist guards on his arms, and the lines of his abdominal muscles were faintly visible under his slim-fit white T-shirt; the way he had one hand in his pocket was exceptionally lazy and casual.

Shen Zhaojue leaned close to his ear: "Do you need me to teach you?"

"A Walther P38 pistol?" He glanced at the gun in Ling Wu's hand, then asked: "Do you like this kind of pistol?"

Shen Zhaojue stood close to Ling Wu and picked up the firearm assembly parts for the Walther pistol next to them. His fingers moved nimbly, and he quickly assembled a brand-new pistol.

This scene was taken in by Jing Du, who was standing not far away.

He held his protective goggles with one hand, his expression solemn and his features rugged. He was just wearing a simple-style shirt, yet his entire aura was noble and languid. He rubbed his fingertips; the pads of his fingers seemed to still retain the touch of the thin calluses on the youth's web of the hand from that day...

His gaze locked onto Ling Wu.

On Jing Du's habitually ascetic and cold face, an expression other than indifference appeared. He just calmly raised his hand and aimed the muzzle at Ling Wu.

The classmates who noticed all of this held their breath.

【Second male lead! Hurry and dodge! Someone is pointing a gun at you!】

【Jing Du, are you trying to die?!】

Ling Wu seemed to sense something and turned his head, only to see Jing Du's pitch-black muzzle aimed at him. The other party had a smile in his eyes, and the micro-expressions on his face were playful and indifferent as he watched him... Ling Wu's pupils flickered, and a sense of disgust welled up.

Ling Wu hated it when others pointed guns at him.

The situation was tense, and the atmosphere was silent.

"The Walther P38 pistol uses a short-recoil automatic system and a locking-block swinging locking mechanism, with a 9mm caliber, using 9x19mm Parabellum pistol cartridges..." Ling Wu picked up the pistol and chambered a round; his voice sounded clean and pleasant. Then, his eyes turned dangerous, he held his arm out straight, and aimed the muzzle in Jing Du's direction. It was a very standard shooting stance, and his index finger pulled the trigger: "The effective range is 50 meters."

The look in Shen Zhaojue's eyes as he watched him was one of amazement and disbelief.

"Bang!"

The bullet Ling Wu fired flew out instantly, plucking the heartstrings of everyone in the venue, grazing past Jing Du's ear with the sound of air exploding, and then flying steadily toward the 50-meter target!

Hit!

Ten rings!

He calmly lowered the gun and said to Jing Du: "My skills are not refined, the gun went off by accident; my apologies, Young Master Jing."