Chapter 110: Yu Shixue VS Qi Yu

Jing Du remained unflustered, as if that bullet had not just flown past his ear. He looked at the ten-ring mark pierced on the 50-meter target, his long, narrow eyes narrowing slightly. His body language revealed a deep sense of interest: "Your marksmanship is very impressive; it can hardly be called unskilled."

"Ling Wu, how long have you been practicing shooting?"

The Shooting Range was silent, with only Jing Du's magnetic, pleasant voice echoing.

Qi Yu noticed this and walked over.

Wei Ranxu raised an eyebrow, watching the show with ease, while Shen Zhaojue's gaze fell intensely upon Ling Wu's lean back.

Ling Wu saw more than just appreciation in Jing Du's eyes; there was apprehension and suspicion.

"Since I learned to shoot at age 6..." He tossed the Walther P38 pistol back onto the weapon display table and finished his sentence: "It's been nearly 16 years to date."

Ling Wu walked up to him, leaned forward, and tilted his head slightly to gaze into those cold eyes: "Why, are you very interested in my marksmanship?"

He was almost certain that Jing Du knew something else.

Compared to the two heirs of the Yin Family and Jin Family who had not yet fully seized real power, Jing Du had taken over the family business earlier, gradually hollowing out the authority of his father. Compared to the elder Jing, the previous power-holder, Jing Du—this crown prince—was clearly more supported by the Elder Council and held more sway.

That Jing Du could keenly detect something amiss through his own channels was not surprising to Ling Wu; it only proved that he was calculating and deeply shrewd...

But Ling Wu was responsible for his own actions, and he did not believe for a second that Jing Du could catch him in a trap.

Jing Du tentatively touched the callus on the web of his hand.

Since it was a probe, he would just make Jing Du's suspicions a reality.

For the young masters of noble families, a gun was just an ordinary toy, nothing to be surprised about.

【Male supporting character, you're so handsome!】

【So handsome I'm pregnant with twins...】

【Seriously, I feel like these two have a strange CP vibe too.】

【I'm hungry, I can eat anything, I'm devouring it all!】

【Did this old geezer Jing Du discover something? Earlier, when he went to grab the male supporting character's hand, it felt OOC, and now he's acting like this—what is he trying to do?】

【This is love!】

When Jing Du was a child, his father's health was still robust, unlike now where he was bedridden. He often heard his father praise how brilliant the Eldest Young Master of the Jin Family was, with exquisite marksmanship. Jing Du could not understand it at all; he had never met the Eldest Young Master of the Jin Family, and he had no desire to meet him.

Driven by a strong sense of pride, he detested this person immensely.

It wasn't until Jing Du was 10 that his father stopped mentioning that Eldest Young Master of the Jin Family.

It was said that the person had gone missing, sweeping through his world like a storm, turning everything upside down before vanishing into thin air, like a reflection in a mirror or a dream in a bubble.

He came in a rush.

He left in a rush.

Until a year ago, Jing Du had almost completely forgotten about this person, only to receive news that the Jin Family had found him. It was his first time seeing this Eldest Young Master of the Jin Family who had loomed over his head like a dark cloud since childhood.

Seeing the infatuation in the other's eyes was so disgusting... The years of chasing the idea of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him dissolved in an instant. Recalling his childhood, he realized this person was nothing more than this.

Shallow, hypocritical, cowardly, and a failure.

Jing Du had spent years hating the Ling Wu he had never met. Only after meeting him and discovering he wasn't actually that impressive did a strong sense of being deceived arise. This emotion intensified, turning into a visceral, physical disgust.

How could he have lost to such an idiot back then?

During the placement test, the name Ling Wu appeared at the top.

By now, Jing Du's temperament had matured; the childhood hatred had evolved into an appreciation for a worthy opponent, but it was only appreciation.

But now, Jing Du felt a daze, as if the Ling Wu before him perfectly matched the brilliant person he had heard about in his childhood memories.

His chest began to heave violently.

Jing Du looked away: "No."

Ling Wu: "Mm."

Yu Shixue sat in the rest area, watching the two shake hands and make peace as if nothing had happened. With his legs slightly apart and arms crossed, Ling Wu's decisive and clean marksmanship just now flashed through his mind.

Sure enough, how could someone from a noble family be as peaceful and harmless as they appeared on the surface?

Back outside the Police station, Yu Shixue had already experienced this deeply.

Yin Huaiyu and Jin Shaoyu arrived late. As they walked into the Shooting Range, they noticed something was off. Jin Shaoyu went to Jing Du's side and asked: "What just happened?"

Jing Du pushed up his goggles: "Nothing."

His voice was as cold as usual, with no ripples to be heard.

With such a sudden turn of events, the teacher in charge of the shooting class didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Seeing Ling Wu fire, cold sweat soaked their back.

Qi Yu went to Ling Wu's side and asked him: "Are you okay?"

Ling Wu shook his head.

Yin Huaiyu's gaze lingered, watching Yu Shixue rise from the rest area and walk over. Then, those peach-blossom eyes looked toward Qi Yu, and he gave a light, ambiguous sneer.

"Shixue, don't you still have a shooting match with this Special Student?"

Yu Shixue stood before the weapon display table, took out wrist guards and goggles from the cabinet, and put them on. Lowering his head slightly, his wild, roguish face looked somewhat easygoing, his long, thick eyelashes casting small shadows. He tilted his head to look at Qi Yu: "Special Student, shall we compete?"

Qi Yu nodded: "Let's compete."

The long-awaited shooting match was finally about to begin. The rest area was full of people, who all took out their phones to record.

"Young Master Yu definitely won't lose!"

"Let these stupid Special Students get out of the Academy!"

"Go Young Master Yu! Go Young Master Yu!"

【Shura Field Connect-the-Dots: Yu Shixue VS Qi Yu】

【Type 1 if you bet on Qi Yu to win, gouge your eyes out if you bet on Yu Shixue to win!】

【1!】

【2!】

【All-in on the left for a villa by the sea, all-in on the right to go bankrupt!】

Qi Yu lowered his head to put on his wrist guards, wearing a simple T-shirt, with a few strands of his slightly long black hair falling onto his forehead; the youth's skin was very fair, and against the extreme contrast of black and white, his exquisite and cold features revealed a touch of gloom under the indoor lighting as he also put on his goggles.

He picked up the Walther P38 pistol that Ling Wu had placed on the firearm display table, tilted his head, and asked Yu Shixue: "What are the rules?"

Yu Shixue raised his gun to point at the targets ahead: "There are three rounds in total: a 50-meter fixed target, a 50-meter constant-speed moving target, and a 50-meter double trap target."

"Ten shots for each target, and the person with the higher final score wins, how about it?"

Qi Yu: "Fine."

The shooting range was quickly cleared, and Ling Wu stood beside the rest area, his back straight and handsome, looking at Qi Yu and Yu Shixue in the center of the venue.