I'm really not a genius

I'm Really Not a Wizard of Heaven Chapter 2

The current highest score is Tang Kexin from Class 5, with 496 ring, outstanding.

He knew this girl, a former professional shooter, who grew up holding a gun and was naturally incomparable.

leftover……

"Oh, no, no, no, these kids can't."

Song Zhen couldn't help but shook his head.

A thick transcript, only a few 480+, the overall results are terrible.

What can I do?It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

"Beep—"

At this time, three beeps sounded, announcing that the next exam was about to begin.

Song Zhen temporarily closed the grade book in his hand, and cast his eyes on the monitor screen in the central control room.

After 15 seconds, all 12 students completed the first round of shooting, and the results were quickly reported on the screen.

Song Zhen stared at the big screen, looking down from the top:

No. 1, Ring 42;

No. 2, Ring 40;

No. 3, ring 45;

No. 4, ring 39;

Number 5, ring 47, eh, this number 5 is okay, let's see how he goes next round;

Number 6, Ring 50...

Song Zhen was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"50 rings?"

——Someone actually hit the ring?

"Help me see, what's the name of No. 6?"

Song Zhen turned around and asked.

The staff checked it and quickly replied: "The candidate for No. 6 is called Lu Yao."

...

At this time, Lu Yao was in an unprecedented calm state.

He was holding the gun and felt it became part of his body.

Fifty meters away, the A4 paper-sized gun target and the 1-yuan bullseye could not be clearly seen by the normal human eye, but Lu Yao knew where the bullseye was.

This kind of certainty is unclear.

"drop--"

A beep sounded, announcing the start of the second round of shooting.

Lu Yao silently felt his own heartbeat, shooting the door, sight, bullseye, three points and one line, and between the two heartbeats, he pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, recoil heard, Lu Yao's right shoulder withdrew slightly, and lightly relieved his strength, without the slightest movement of other parts of his body.

He didn't check the results just now, but followed this feeling and pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

"..."

With five shots fired in a row, Lu Yao put down his rifle and looked up at the electronic scoreboard on the east wall of the stadium.

50 rings!

all hit!

At the end of the two rounds of shooting, Lu Yao scored 100 points, temporarily ranking first in this group of candidates, while the second place was only 87 points.

There was a commotion in the stadium.

"100 rings? Let me give you a rub!"

"Who is this?"

"Who is number 6? What's the situation?"

"Lu Yao? Damn, what medicine did he take?"

"..."

At this time, the staff in the central control room also looked at each other.

Compared with the candidates outside, they can see more data here.

The 10th ring is just the upper limit of the score for this exam, and there are actually decimal points above this.

The bullet hit the outer ring of the 10th ring, which is the 10.0 ring; and it just hits the center of the 10th ring, which is the 10.9 ring.

It looks like it is 10 rings, but in fact it's a tiny bit and a thousand miles away.

And the candidate at No. 6 just shot 10 shots and 10.9 rings.

This is obviously a set of abnormal data.

Since the venue uses electronic targets, the monitor immediately contacted the technical staff of the venue and asked whether the electronic target and the scoreboard were malfunctioning.

After 3 minutes, the technician replied: There is no fault, everything is normal.

At this time, the exam has reached the fourth round, and Lu Yao, who is in position 6, still maintains a record of full circle, and several staff members are speechless.

At this time, Song Zhen, who was sitting on the sofa, had already stood up, his eyes gleaming, like a hungry dog suddenly saw a piece of fried pork ribs.

"Adjust and monitor!"

Song Zhen said: "Quickly, help me cut the lens at position 6!"

The staff hurriedly responded and cut the surveillance video at position 6 to the main screen.

Song Zhen looked up and saw a boy's profile face on the screen.

The boy is very thin and white, with a clear mandible line, and has the thinness characteristic of a young man.

He held the gun in a very standard posture. The butt was pressed tightly on his shoulders, his head was slightly to the right, his body's center of gravity was forward, and the whole person remained motionless.

"boom!"

"..."

Another round of shooting began, Lu Yao fired 5 shots in a row, at almost the same interval, and the rhythm of the shot sounded very comfortable.

After a while, the results statistics showed that Lu Yao still had 5 rounds and 10 rounds.

Song Zhen's eyes were getting brighter, and the corners of her mouth could not be restrained.

I found the treasure!

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Old Hu? This is Song Zhen."

"Help me see, is there anyone in the winter training list called'Lu Yao'?"

"No? Then help me add it."

"Yes, freshman, 15th class of combat department."

"It's called Lu Yao, Lu on the land, far away."

Chapter 3 Touch Gold Finger

"Beep—"

"The exam is over, please stop shooting."

After 10 rounds of shooting, Lu Yao put down his gun and looked at the big screen of the shooting gallery.

His serial number is impressively ranked first.

500 rings, full rings!

Listening to the sigh of surprise from the audience, Lu Yao looked calm on his face, but his slightly flashing eyes betrayed him.

This "B-level shooting skill book" is true!

It works!

The feeling just now is like I have been practicing shooting for decades and have formed a strong muscle memory.

Comparable to divine power initiation!

Thinking of this, Lu Yao took out the shooting glove from his pants pocket, excited and curious.

How did this skill book come from?

Is there a problem with yourself, or is there a problem with this glove?

Since he had just crossed over and the soul was fusing, he didn't remember the origin of the glove until this moment:

This is a graduation gift from the high school head teacher.

At the teacher appreciation banquet after the college entrance examination, the head teacher gave everyone the same small gifts, some were pens, some were notebooks, and some were keychains, and Lu Yao received this glove.

The original owner of the gloves was a student who had been taught by the head teacher before, and was said to be a sharpshooter.

Lu Yao was the person with the best shooting performance in his class at the time. The head teacher gave this glove to Lu Yao, probably because of the meaning of blessing and inheritance.

In order to be lucky, Lu Yao put his gloves in the pocket of his shooting training suit.

He slowly rubbed his gloves, thinking divergently and guessing:

Could it be that this glove was "panned" by the sharpshooter, so his crystal of consciousness was attached to it?

Is it equivalent to a "Jade Slip"?

So, will other things have similar effects?

For example, if I get a sword of the sword god, will I get the "Peerless Sword Technique" skill book?

If I get a boxing box of the king of fighters, will I get the "Fighting Fist" skill book?

Get that or something...cough cough...

As his thoughts drifted farther and farther, Lu Yao couldn't help but speed up his heartbeat and his breathing became quicker.

If this is the case, it would be huge!

Touch gold finger!

Doesn't it mean that what skills I want in the future, as long as I find a way to get the corresponding items?

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha...

Lu Yao stood there and smirked for half a minute.

It was not until he heard the broadcast from the venue that the next exam was about to begin, that he hurriedly put away his belongings and hurriedly left the shooting gallery.

He is going to verify his guess!

...

According to the memory in his mind, Lu Yao went to a second-hand store in the west side of the school.