Chapter 15

*Da, da, da, da, da!*

Burst mode activated.

This set of smooth and flowing actions

made everyone on the entire playground stare in a daze.

After a collective silence of two seconds,

it completely exploded.

"My god!!!"

"Suppressing the muzzle with one hand isn't enough."

"And now changing the magazine with one hand, and pulling the bolt backhanded???"

"Isn't this what they do in movies!"

"Too cool!!!"

"Brother Lu is really my god!!"

And beside Lu Shu,

not only was Liu Feng stunned,

but the other instructors and soldiers were also stunned.

"This..."

"This kind of action... is it a foul?"

"No one in the whole company can change the magazine with one hand, and he actually knows how?"

"Too outrageous!"

Amidst the sluggish gazes,

while Lu Shu hung up the phone,

he also put down the Type 95 whose magazine had been emptied.

"Report the target?"

Only then did an instructor react,

and hurried over to check the target,

then ran back with a face full of astonishment.

"20 rounds in total."

"8 shots were 9-rings, 12 shots were... 10-rings!"

Hearing this result,

Lu Shu raised his eyebrows.

He wasn't very satisfied,

mainly because that phone call from Lu Lu Lu Xiaomian just now

had still distracted him.

"But this should count as me winning, right?"

"Instructor Liu Feng, can I not participate in training from now on?"

Liu Feng on the side

looked blankly at the Type 92 in his hand.

He hadn't fired a single shot just now.

"Y... yes."

"Hmm, then you guys train, I’m leaving first."

Lu Shu nodded gently,

and walked toward the other side of the playground somewhat lazily.

Almost all eyes followed behind him.

"Squad Leader Liu, this student in your class..."

"Is he not ordinary?"

"I feel like there’s a problem!"

Liu Feng, who was asked, slowly came back to his senses,

and a strange look suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm, he’s strong to an excessive degree."

"Not only is his physical fitness outrageously strong, but he’s also so proficient with firearms."

"This matter... I have to report it to the platoon leader."

On the other side,

Lu Shu first came to the *Inspirational Youth* production crew,

and found that the people from the production crew were all looking at him with the eyes of looking at a monster.

"Well, I don't need to participate in training tomorrow."

"I happen to have a part-time job, are you guys filming?"

Hearing the words "part-time job,"

Su Mu, who was still in a daze, reacted immediately.

Another part-time job?

Sure enough!

This guy didn't want to participate in training

just to go work a part-time job!

"Film... of course we’re filming!"

"Of course we are!"

"Our production crew is here to record everything about you!"

Lu Shu nodded indifferently.

"Alright, then remember to bring masks tomorrow."

"It’s best to bring more tissues."

"This part-time job of mine... I’m afraid you guys won't be able to handle it."

Hearing this,

Su Mu smiled unconvinced.

Having made shows for so many years,

she had experienced all kinds of scenes.

How could she not handle it?

Although she was confused about why he asked them to bring masks and tissues,

Su Mu was still looking forward to Lu Shu’s second part-time job that would be filmed tomorrow.

Chapter 19: This college student has a big problem!

After the training at Beihai University ended that day,

Liu Feng hesitated again and again,

but still found the platoon leader leading the team this time,

who was also his platoon leader, Luo Luo Jianjun.

"Something up?"

When Liu Feng came over,

Platoon Leader Luo Luo Jianjun was brushing his teeth and washing his face in the assigned dormitory.

Luo Luo Jianjun had been in a meeting with the school authorities of Beihai University in the afternoon,

so he didn't know what had happened on the training ground yet.

Liu Feng also squatted on the ground and asked hesitantly,

"Platoon Leader, can you do the one-handed muzzle suppression and magazine change?"

"Platoon leader, can you reload the magazine with one hand while controlling the recoil?"

Luo Luo Jianjun nodded.

"I could barely do it when I was young."

"Why do you ask?"

Liu Feng’s mind wasn't on answering the question,

but continued to ask,

"Then... what about adding a backhanded bolt-pulling action?"

This time, Platoon Leader Luo Luo Jianjun frowned slightly,

and then shook his head.

"Difficult."

"The action of one-handed muzzle suppression can barely be done if you train often."

"But if you add other actions, what’s being tested is the body’s reaction speed and talent."

"I guess there are people in special forces who can do it, but we’re not quite there."

Hearing the platoon leader’s answer,

Liu Feng seemed to let out a light breath,

as if he had been comforted a little.

But he asked again,

"Then... after one-handed muzzle suppression and magazine change, followed by backhanded bolt-pulling..."

"And hitting the target with 9 rings or more every shot..."

"Platoon Leader, what do you think of this tactical operation?"

Recalling that scene on the training ground in the afternoon again,

Liu Feng was still shocked.

But Platoon Leader Luo Luo Jianjun scolded with a smile,

"You’re asking me what I think?"

"Damn it, Squad Leader Liu, are you deliberately looking for a scolding now?"

"How is it possible to hit the target every shot with that kind of tactical action!"

"If you’re bored, go run five kilometers on the playground."

"Don't talk nonsense with me here."

While speaking,

Platoon Leader Luo Luo Jianjun even kicked out.

In the company’s normal target shooting training,

one can't even guarantee a score of 9 rings or more every shot.

And he’s talking about one-handed muzzle suppression and magazine change, with 9 rings or more every shot?

Even special forces might not be able to do it.

Liu Feng dodged the light kick from the platoon leader,

and sighed from a slightly further position.

"It’s not that, Platoon Leader, someone can really do it."

"I saw it with my own eyes this afternoon..."

Luo Luo Jianjun frowned and looked at Liu Feng.

Although everyone often jokes around in the military,

Liu Feng’s expression didn't seem like he was joking now.

"Tell me what happened."

Liu Feng spoke slowly.

"There’s a student in the class I’m leading who doesn't want to participate in training."

"So I asked him to finish all the training projects with me, originally wanting to suppress him."

"But in the end, I was the one who was brutally abused."

"That student completely surpassed me in the training projects."

Hearing this,

Luo Luo Jianjun was a bit surprised.

Liu Feng’s strength as the company-wide cross-country champion was something he, the platoon leader, had polished bit by bit.

He was abused by a college student in training projects?

"What score did he run?"

"4 minutes and 22 seconds..."

"This shouldn't even be his limit."

"Hiss..."

Hearing this score,

Luo Luo Jianjun couldn't help but hiss.

"More than ten seconds faster than our company’s fastest record?"

"This... something’s not right!"

Luo Luo Jianjun rubbed his chin and frowned in thought.

Liu Feng smiled bitterly.

"The even more wrong things are yet to come."

"The final firearm assembly and target shooting project."

"That guy recognized the firearm model at a glance, and his assembly speed was faster than mine."

"What’s even more outrageous is..."

"He even took the time to answer a phone call during target shooting."

"One-handed muzzle suppression and magazine change, then backhanded bolt-pulling."

"In burst mode, every shot was 9 rings or more, with 12 shots being 10 rings."

Liu Feng’s expression was a bit sluggish.

"Platoon Leader, do you say this is fierce or not?"

"And he’s only a junior student..."

Platoon Leader Luo Luo Jianjun didn't speak for a long time,

and the atmosphere in the room was slightly silent.

After a long while,

Luo Luo Jianjun put down the towel and stood up,

asking hesitantly,

"Have you looked at his hands?"

Liu Feng nodded.

"I looked."

"The calluses aren't thick, but the side of the index finger and the web of the thumb are a bit deep."

"So he must also touch guns often, as well as cold weapons like daggers..."

"That’s the point I’m confused about."

Hearing this,

Luo Luo Jianjun’s pupils shook.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Generally, only people who often use firearms for shooting training

will develop calluses on the web of the thumb and the index finger.

Cold weapon training will also have them.

These calluses are easy to recognize,

and all of them soldiers have them on their hands.

But a junior college student,