I'm really not a genius

M12 is a Union standard shotgun.

Although it looks like a normal semi-automatic rifle, the performance of the two is very different.

To put it simply, the M12 is a shotgun, also known as a "spray", with great power and a very short range.

How short is it?

——About 30 meters.

Ah.

When he first started practicing, Lu Yao was still wondering why there was no aiming device on this gun.

Later, I actually found out...

Aiming at your sister!A total of 30 meters and still use aiming?!

Did you think Li Tanhua brought a scope when he threw the knife?

Correspondingly, the shooting accuracy of the M12 is also very touching.

When practicing a sports rifle, the target is 50 meters away, and the bullseye is only as big as a coin;

With a shotgun, the distance was shortened to 20 meters, and the target was enlarged to the size of a human head.

However, even with such a bold goal, Lu Yao repeatedly missed the target at the beginning, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

Fortunately, he has a skill book.

As the practice progressed, the download progress of the shotgun skill book increased from 13.2% to 14.3%, and the accuracy of shooting was also significantly improved.

Lu Yao simply calculated that two hours of training a day can bring about 0.2% of the download progress.

So, if you practice 4 hours a day, you can download it in about 215 days.

More than half a year of hard training, harvested an A-level shotgun shooting skills book.

-Don't be too cost-effective!

As the results were within reach, Lu Yao felt that the whole person was full of motivation.

Time passed by in such an orderly training.

The day before the winter training, Lu Yao went to the shooting gallery to practice his guns as usual in the morning, and had a meal in the Linhu canteen near the shooting gallery at noon.

After finishing the meal, he found a table by the window and sat down. Just after taking a bite, he found someone sitting opposite him with a dinner plate.

Lu Yao was a little strange.

Because there are very few people in the canteen at this time, most people will choose to sit alone at a table instead of fighting with strangers.

He looked up and saw that the man was a fat boy, wearing a bright yellow shooting training suit, with a half-length curly chestnut hair, thick wax applied very evenly, and it looked shining in the sun. .

"Your name is Lu Yao, right?"

Seeing Lu Yao looking at him, the man took the initiative to speak.

Hearing this person call out his name, Lu Yao was even more surprised and nodded and said, "May I ask you who?"

"Heh, don't you know me?"

The corner of the man's mouth rose slightly, and the expression on his face could not tell whether he was contemptuous or self-deprecating. He said, "My name is Xie Yaozu, from the combat elite class, a varsity sniper, just like you, a member of this winter training."

Hearing this long series of self-introduction, the muscles on Lu Yao's face twitched obviously.

Elite class, school team, winter training member.

Unknown to be Mao, he suddenly remembered a classic line he had heard in his previous life:

In Xia Fuerkang, the eldest son of the university Shi Fu Lun, the royal guard of the present sage, the future forehead.

Uh, your sister, uh...

Lu Yao recalled it carefully and made sure that he had never heard of this person.

But out of courtesy, he still smiled and said, "Hello."

Xie Yaozu picked up the chopsticks and fiddled with the food on the plate, but did not eat, and said, "What do you think about this winter training?"

Lu Yao felt that this person was inexplicable.

What is "what's your opinion"?

What can I say?

Lu Yao muttered inwardly, and said perfunctorily: "The winter training hosted by Principal Song himself, I feel very lucky to be able to participate."

Xie Yaozu propped his chin with one hand, jokingly: "I'm satisfied if I can participate? Are you the number one shooting test? Don't you want to be President Song's apprentice?"

Lu Yao bit the bullet and replied: "Of course I do, but this depends on my strength, so I can do my best."

"Look at your strength? Oh, then you might be disappointed."

Xie Yaozu stirred the egg custard on the dinner plate while saying: "You don't really think that Song Lao is going to choose apprentices through winter training?"

Lu Yao was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "How to say?"

Xie Yaozu said with disdain: "Why is Lao Song's apprentice so good? The so-called winter training is just a look."

He raised his head, stared at Lu Yao's eyes, and said, "As far as I know, except for shooting, you have poor results, right?"

"The winter vacation was supposed to be an excellent time to make up for the shortcomings. For such a farce, precious time was wasted in vain. In the end, it was only to accompany the prince to study. Are you wronged?"

"Human, think about it for yourself."

Lu Yao was stunned by him, but he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

farce?

Accompany the prince to study?

What do you mean, the candidate has already been decided by default?

His brows frowned slightly, doubting.

Seeing Lu Yao's face, Xie Yaozu raised his mouth slightly.

"I'm leaving first, you eat slowly."

After all, Xie Yaozu picked up the dinner plate and left without waiting for the other party to respond. He didn't even eat a bite of rice from start to finish.

Lu Yao turned around and watched him walking away enchantingly, twisting and twisting, filled with doubts.

In other words, why is this person here?

Why did he tell me this?

Isn't it a bit shallow and deep?

Chapter 7 Flying Saucer Shooting

Outside the canteen, a black business car has been waiting here for a long time.

Xie Yaozu left the canteen, opened the door of the back seat of the commercial vehicle, twisted and sat in.

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and said, "You came to school just to say a few words to that Lu Yao?"

"Otherwise," Xie Yaozu said blankly, "Is it to come to the cafeteria for dinner?"

The driver frowned, said nothing, and started the car silently.

The two were speechless.

The commercial vehicle left the campus and headed north along the outer ring road.

About half an hour later, the vehicle drove into a private shooting range on the outskirts of the Imperial City.

Xie Yaozu got out of the car, walked into the arena, familiarly took out his shotgun from the lounge, opened the target thrower in the arena, and began to practice flying saucer shooting.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"..."

A round of shooting ended, 25 of 21, Xie Yaozu blew the barrel, quite satisfied with the result.

He has been practicing DJing here for more than half a month.

As a substitute for the school team, he knew for the first time that the school had encountered Waterloo at UH. He also knew for the first time that Song Zhen planned to select students through winter training, and the training subject for winter training was flying saucer shooting.

As for why it is a flying saucer...

Of course it is supported by news.

The Xie family is engaged in the construction industry in the Imperial Capital.Xie Yaozu learned through his father's assistant that recently, the school suddenly began to repair the outdoor shooting range in the North District, and also installed 12 newest flying saucer throwing devices.

The construction period is very tight, the order is very urgent, and the acceptance time is set at the end of this month.

And what's going on in the second half of this month?

Obviously: Winter training!

Then, the training subjects of winter training are ready to come out.

Xie Yaozu couldn't help but like his IQ.

Assault training more than half a month in advance has won him a huge advantage;

And this shotgun in his hand made him even more powerful.

M12, Union standard shotgun. Although Xie Yaozu's gun looks no different from the ordinary M12, in fact, it was modified at a high price. It reduces the power, improves the rate of fire and stability, and is more suitable. UFO shooting.

Now he is confident enough to stand out in winter training.

Xie Yaozu stroked the modified gun in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

——That's Song Zhen, the gun god!

Being able to become a spear god's apprentice, one's worth suddenly increased by a lot.

Even if you can't learn anything, just relying on the name, the family will pay more attention to yourself, and the resource tilt will increase accordingly.

As for "candidates have already been selected", "accompanying the prince to study" and so on, that of course is a fool.

Who can afford a boss like Song Zhen?

That is to say, Lu Yao, a kind of earth leopard, would believe it.

The reason why Xie Yaozu said this was to dampen the vigor of his competitors and plant him a seed of doubt.

Everything is under my control.

...

On January 24, the shooting winter training officially began.

Lu Yao set off 40 minutes early and arrived at the winter training venue early.

The night before yesterday, Educational Affairs Network finally announced the training subject of winter training-flying saucer shooting.

Lu Yao had never practiced flying saucers, but he searched the Internet and found that the designated gun for winter training was an M12. He was overjoyed.

There is a feeling that the bet is right.

After several days of training, the download speed of the A-level shotgun shooting skill book has gradually increased, and the progress has reached 14.8%.

Lu Yao believes that it will increase to at least 20% in one month.

Although, what the hairspray guy said was a bit concerning.

But it doesn't matter, these things can't be changed by oneself, fortunately for me, but for my life.

It is good to be able to continue practicing guns with Principal Song, if not, then you will get a month of precious training time and you will not suffer.

The winter training site is named Qifengshan No. 1 Shooting Range, which is located in the northern part of the Imperial Demon Hunting Academy.

Lu Yao walked to the front gate of the shooting range according to the map given by the educational administration network, and found that the fence gate on the side of the court had not been opened at the moment, and a large lock was hung on it.

After searching nearby for a long time, he finally found a hut more than 100 meters northwest of the gate, which looked like a duty room.

Looking through the glass door, a gray-haired uncle was playing with a mobile phone with his head down.

Lu Yao knocked on the door.