I'm really not a genius

I'm not a day vertical Wizards Author: Tao Anyi

brief introduction:

The world has changed, the spiritual energy is restored, and the monsters are vertical and horizontal.

Lu Yao, 17 years old, is an alternate demon hunter with mediocre talent.

After entering the first-class Demon Hunting University with hard work, Lu Yao felt that he was a scumbag in the face of so many enchanting geniuses.

Ding……

[Pick up a piece of armor of a senior demon hunter (remnant) and obtain a B-level demon hunting experience book]

[Pick up a glove of the Gunslinger, and get an A-level shooting skill book]

[Pick up a shoe of a fighting master and get an S-level fighting skill book]

[Pick up a pig-killing knife from Butcher Zhang and get a SS-level pig-killing skill book]

"..."

Hey, something strange seems to be coming in??

The book is also called "My talent is mediocre, but I have to hang".

Chapter 1 Shooting Test

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

In the shooting hall of the Imperial Demon Hunting Academy, a dozen young people each held an S311 sports rifle, and were rushing to test fire.

These people are all freshmen in the combat department. After 10 minutes, their final shooting exam will begin.

Due to the difference in foundation, talent and effort, the level of these students varies greatly.

Some people can shoot up to 9 rings or more, and some people have difficulty even reaching the target.

For example, the boy in the sixth target position.

In the last round of test firing, each person fired five shots. The average person's score was around 45 circles, while the boys in the sixth position hit one round with 7 rounds, two rounds with 6 rounds, one round with 5 rounds, and one round missed the target. The total score is only 24 rings.

The fifth-place student next to him scored a weird score of 51.

-Full score of 50 rings.

Student No. 5 looked at his gun target with a dazed expression.

After zooming in on the target, I discovered that there were 6 bullet holes on it, one of which was a gift from a classmate around me.

When the staff in the central control room saw this result, they were also taken aback for a while, and then laughed out a pig cry.

...

In front of the No. 6 target, Lu Yao's cheeks were flushed.

He lowered his head and changed the magazine in silence, a bit clumsy.

Of course Lu Yao knew that everyone was laughing at himself.

However, there is no way. He just came into this world half an hour ago. He had never touched a gun in his previous life. He thought it was amazing to have a few bullets on the target!

——Yes, he is a traveler.

Lu Yao was a student at the Imperial Capital University in his previous life. A roommate lost love last night. He drank a night of drunkenness and became unconscious. Then he opened his eyes and came to this place.

Imperial Capital University became Imperial Capital Demon Hunting College, and the Physics Department became the Combat Department.

At first he thought he was alcohol poisoned and had a brain vata;

But as some more memories gradually emerged in his mind, Lu Yao was surprised to find that he had unexpectedly come to a paradoxical parallel world.

This world is called Seablue Star, and the development of technology and culture is as different as the earth. People still live in reinforced concrete houses and drive four-wheeled cars.

But the difference is that there are "monsters" here.

It can even be said that monsters are the dominators of this planet, and humans are just poor ants huddled in urban fortresses.

The self in this world has been determined to become a demon hunter since he was young. Six months ago, "he" got his wish and was admitted to one of the best martial arts universities in the country——

Imperial Capital Demon Hunting Academy.

Unfortunately, in this elite university full of talents, his qualifications seem too mediocre.

After a semester, Lu Yao clearly felt the difficulty of his studies. He couldn't keep up with the instructor's progress in get out of class. He couldn't find the focus of training after class. The gap between him and his classmates was getting bigger and bigger. He repeatedly failed various tests.

This repressive environment almost drove him crazy, and Lu Yao could only numb himself with an effort to the limit.

However, in many cases, diligence can't make up for it.

Seeing his situation, the counselor and class teacher had persuaded him that instead of staying in the combat department and suffering, it is better to transfer to other majors as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if you have accumulated too many failings, you may face repetition or even drop out.

Over the past few months, three of the little friends who had gone to the tail of the crane with Lu Yao have gone, one to the Department of Arms, and two to the Department of Medicine.

However, Lu Yao is a man who admits to death, no matter what other people say, he is not moved, just intensified and continued to squat.

This morning, Lu Yao clearly had completed a set of high-intensity physical training, and he had to practice another 5km load-bearing run.

As a result, he convulsed before halfway and fell to the ground, unconscious, and was rushed to the infirmary. When he opened his eyes again, the consciousness in this body changed.

Ugh……

Lu Yao sighed, and carried out another round of test firing.

This time it was slightly better than the last round, at least it didn't hit someone else's target, but the score of the 27th ring was still properly bottomed.

Lu Yao really wanted to throw a gun and leave.

"Please note that all students, the exam will start in 3 minutes, please prepare in advance."

Hearing the broadcast in the venue, Lu Yao bit his head and held up the gun, planning to conduct the final round of test firing.

He sneaked a glance at the classmate next to him, learning what he looked like, pressing his elbow against his breastbone to increase the stability of his gun arm.

Lu Yao looked for several angles, always feeling a little uncomfortable, as if there was something stuck on his chest.

He put down his gun, reached out and fumbled, and took out a dark brown shooting glove from his jacket pocket.

Lu Yao was stunned for three seconds.

gloves?

Where does this come from?

"Hey...hey..."

"Trusty rusty..."

Lu Yao was about to put his gloves into his trouser pockets. Suddenly, a faint electric current passed from the gloves to the fingertips, numb, as if he had accidentally touched static electricity; at the same time, there was a noise in his ears, like The old radio with poor contact is tuned in.

"Hey hey hey..."

[A B-level shooting skill book (sports rifle) detected]

start download

[Download progress: 3%, 5%, 10%...100%]

Download completed

[Consumption of shooting experience worth 500 points]

Seeing the translucent barrage flashing in his field of vision, Lu Yao was suddenly stunned.

He stretched out his hand and felt it forward, and his fingers easily passed through the "barrage" without any physical feeling.

What is this?

Shooting skill book?What the hell?

Could it be...

Is it the legendary golden finger??

With this thought, Lu Yao instantly felt a tingling scalp.

"The game will start in 1 minute. Please stop the test shot and be ready to shoot."

At this time, the broadcast inside the venue sounded again, announcing that the exam was about to begin.

Lu Yao subconsciously picked up the rifle again, not knowing whether it was psychological or physiological, the hand holding the gun miraculously stabilized.

Lu Yao's heart was beating extremely fast, he couldn't tell whether he was nervous or excited.

B-level shooting skill book?

Or is it a "quick shooting skill book"?

Will it work?

If so, how effective is it?

Can you cope with the exam?

Unfortunately, there is no more chance for a test shot now, and the next shot is the race!

Chapter 2 Gun God Song Zhen

at the same time.

In the central control room on the second floor of the shooting range, five or six staff members are adjusting equipment to prepare for the shooting test.

Among these people, a gray-haired old man sits leisurely on the sofa, drinking tea, tilting his legs, and glancing at the images on the big screen from time to time, which is incompatible with the busy atmosphere around him.

"Principal Song, this is the result that has already come out, please have a look."

A staff member held the gradebook that had just been printed out and handed it to the old man respectfully.

The old man took the gradebook and nodded: "Well, I'm busy with you."

The staff left in response, with a fawning smile on their faces.

Another staff member took a warm pot and carefully filled the old man's teacup with a little hot water; someone pushed an electric heater from the side and grilled it at the old man's feet and waited very thoughtfully.

The old man accepted it with peace of mind, and took a sip of his tea, not half cramped.

The old man's name was Song Zhen, he was the shooting instructor of the school, and he was also given the false title of vice principal.

Because of the first half of his life spanning the battlefield, he established a reputation, so he is quite respected in the school.

It's just that Song Zhen has indeed made great achievements as a demon hunter, but she has done nothing as a principal.

Since he retired from the front line three years ago and came to the Imperial Capital Demon Hunting Academy to work, he has basically done nothing serious.

Every day is nothing more than ordering a Mao, making a tea, walking around in the office building, and then going back to the house to play a game, and just spend time in this boring way.

Occasionally, no one cares about being late, and it doesn't matter if something doesn't come. Anyway, all the school needs is the title "Gun God Song Zhen", and no one expects him to do anything real.

When the day comes, the salary will naturally hit his card.

Song Zhen originally thought that such a life of salted fish would last until he retired.

Unexpectedly, the good times will not last long. Just last month, the principal suddenly said: The quality of the school's teaching has been declining year by year, and this year is in a huge crisis. I hope that Principal Song will help anyway.

Song Zhen took other people's hands short, and it was hard to refuse directly.

After some wrangling, he finally agreed: starting this year, three undergraduates will be taught in each session to teach them shooting skills.

As for the candidates, they use the shooting winter training during the winter vacation.

Therefore, Song Zhen has been soaking in the shooting gallery these days to see if there are any good seedlings worth cultivating.

Unfortunately, after watching for a long time, he didn't see any pleasing to the eye.

Song Zhen opened the gradebook at hand.