Chapter 112: 1:1 Tie!

At the Shooting Range, after Jin Shaoyu led Yin Huaiyu away, Ling Wu found a seat in the Rest Room. A woman's voice rang out from beside him—"Student Ling Wu!"

Ling Wu turned his head and saw Yang Wanyue, who was wearing a high ponytail. She took a bottle from a case of mineral water by her feet, handed it to him, and said, "I didn't expect you to choose the shooting course too."

"Mm," Ling Wu said casually. "I haven't seen you in a long time."

Yang Wanyue: "After all, our class and your Class A aren't on the same path. By the way... that time at the food stall entrance, after I left, did Qi Yu say anything to you?"

Ling Wu was puzzled: "What?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Seeing his expression was normal, Yang Wanyue immediately waved her hand: "The competition in front is about to start..."

Ling Wu then shifted his gaze back to the center of the Shooting Range, where Qi Yu and Yu Shixue stood on the left and right sides respectively, hands raised level, pitted against each other.

"Bang!"

Qi Yu and Yu Shixue pulled their triggers at the same time. The tips of their guns flashed with a cold light; two bullets flew out rapidly and then pierced through the 50-meter fixed target positions.

"Ten rings!"

"Both of them hit ten rings!"

"This Special Student has some skills, but compared to Young Master Yu, he's definitely still far off. This is only the first shot; there's still the double-trap target position later."

Yang Wanyue was a bit worried: "Ling Wu, do you think Qi Yu can win?"

Ling Wu took a sip of mineral water and tightened the cap: "He said he wouldn't lose."

On the field, both were calm and composed, looking very relaxed and leisurely. Qi Yu fired, hit the target, and reloaded without haste. By the time the 8th bullet flew out, both Qi Yu and Yu Shixue had 80 rings on the fixed target positions.

Yu Shixue's eyes beneath his goggles were exceptionally wild and untamable, his gaze locked onto the bullseye like a hawk. He pulled the trigger with ease, the powerful muscles on his forearm trembling slightly, and that bullet hit the ten-ring mark again!

"Ahhh... Young Master Yu is so handsome!"

"There's only one shot left for the fixed target position. What does a lowly Special Student have to compare with Young Master Yu? Overestimating his own capabilities!"

The last two shots.

But there was no panic on Qi Yu's cold face. He placed his pistol on the weapon display table, lowered his head slightly, and his slender, beautiful fingers picked up the magazine. He held it in his hand, found the magazine release catch on the side, pressed it, loaded the bullets into the magazine, and aligned it with the magazine well of the Walther P38 pistol.

Yang Wanyue had just started the elective shooting course and asked in confusion: "What is he doing?"

Ling Wu said patiently: "Loading the magazine, then inserting it into the pistol. Qi Yu is likely planning to use dual pistols."

"So amazing..." Yang Wanyue: "This is very difficult, right?"

"Mm."

Ling Wu looked at Qi Yu's back and said: "The difficulty of controlling and aiming two pistols is far higher than a single pistol. Using two pistols simultaneously requires both hands to coordinate and perform precise gripping, aiming, and trigger-pulling actions... No matter which hand, even a slight mistake can affect the accuracy of the shot."

"And..."

Jing Du sat down in the seat beside Ling Wu and naturally took over his topic: "And the recoil control for two pistols is more complex than for one. When aiming via the three-point-one-line principle, using two pistols requires focusing on two different sights simultaneously."

"Ling Wu, am I right?"

【The episode where Jing Du talks the most!】

【He can be carried away now.】

【Jing Du, your 'man of few words' persona is OOC.】

Yang Wanyue whispered: "Is he right?"

Ling Wu: "Right."

Sure enough, on the shooting field, Qi Yu picked up both pistols at once, both hands maintaining the correct grip and aiming posture. He split his focus between the two bullseyes and pulled the triggers.

"Bang!"

Ten rings!

Ten rings!

Qi Yu put the guns down, his arms hanging naturally, and took off his goggles to look at Yu Shixue: "How is it counted?"

At this moment, both had hit all ten rings.

Yu Shixue unbuttoned two buttons with one hand, placed his hand on the back of his neck, and stretched his neck twice. His slightly long hair was tied up with a white ribbon, his whole person exuding a noble and arrogant air: "You won."

"Next round, constant-speed moving target position."

【Alright, Qi Yu is so handsome, male supporting character, I agree to this husband for you!】

【To the one above, actually I ship Ling Wu and Jing Du more.】

【I ship Ling Wu and Yin Huaiyu, is this allowed to be said?】

【You've said everything that can and can't be said. I ship Jin Liangjin and Yin Shuyi, and I also ship Yin Huaiyu and Yin Cilan. Uncle-nephew literature is so fragrant!】

【CPs can be niche, but please don't be twisted. Besides, your Beijing circle Buddha-son died in a car accident many chapters ago; who knows where his ashes were scattered...】

【I ship Ling Wu and Ming Tan. Pure hate CPs are just so good to ship. Enemies are wives, does anyone here understand? Ugh... anyway, I don't!】

【Are there any other CPs as good to ship as the villain and the male supporting character?】

【Yes brothers, yes, there are nine more CPs as good to ship as this...】

【The one above, messing up the formula, 0 points!】

【Male supporting character, your evil younger brother is about to break; he's shedding little pearls in the Rest Room, go coax him.】

【(Weakly) You are all playing abstract, only I truly ship Ling Wu and Ming Tan.】

After Yu Shixue inserted the new magazine into his pistol, he pulled the slide to the limit and released it. The pistol slide snapped forward rapidly under the force of the recoil spring, completing the chambering action. He made a suggestion: "It's boring if the constant-speed moving target position isn't a race of speed. Let's make the second round a competition of who is faster and more accurate."

Qi Yu: "Sure."

Yu Shixue signaled to the shooting instructor outside the field.

The instructor immediately turned on the Shooting Range's High-Precision Timer.

Both of them raised their hands to shoot at the same time.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"..."

Continuous sounds of gunfire rang out within the venue.

Yu Shixue's gaze followed the movement of the target positions, focusing visual attention on a single sight and target; listening to the sounds at his ears, he decisively pulled the trigger, the time interval between every bullet being extremely small.

Not a single shot missed!

As the gunfire ceased, the timing on the High-Precision Timer stopped.

The stopwatch displayed:

Qi Yu 00:14.68

Yu Shixue 00:14.66

Qi Yu put down the pistol: "I lost, let's move to the next round."

The venue erupted in cheers:

"Young Master Yu is awesome!"

"Young Master Yu is mighty!"

"In the final round, Young Master Yu, you must win; let this bunch of bumpkin Special Students roll back to wherever they came from."

On the shooting range, Qi Yu and Yu Shixue proceeded to the final round, a 50-meter skeet shooting course with ten target positions divided into five small rounds.

The Target Throwing Room was located at one end of the Shooting Range, containing two Target Throwing Machines, each responsible for throwing clay targets in different directions; one Target Throwing Machine threw targets toward the left, while the other threw them toward the right.

Yu Shixue and Qi Yu stood at the shooting stations.

Skeet shooting requires the shooter to possess both precise shooting skills, keen observation, and rapid reaction ability... to make quick judgments and accurately hit the target when clay targets appear in different positions and directions.

At the same time.

Ling Wu felt an exceptionally scorching gaze landing on him at every moment in the venue, like the eyes of a venomous snake making one feel psychologically uncomfortable; he looked toward the high seats in the resting area...

Jin Bei sat in his seat, wearing a snow-white shirt with the buttons fastened tightly to the very top, his eyes roughly obscured by bangs, his skin color a somewhat sickly white, forming an intense visual contrast with his jet-black hair, and then he slowly grinned at him, his lips parting to say something to Ling Wu.

From the lip movements, one could vaguely discern those few words—Big Brother, hello!