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"Are you that Lu Yao, the one with the 500th ring in the final exam?"

At this time, Song Zhen took the initiative to speak, breaking the peace between the two.

Lu Yao quickly stepped out of his thoughts and said, "Yes, I am."

Song Zhen glanced at him, nodded and said, "Well, it is indeed a good seed, and his hands are steady."

Lu Yao didn't dare to hold big in front of this person, and quickly bowed and said, "President Song, you passed the award."

"Grandpa Song!"

At this time, a clear and sweet female voice came from not far away, and the two followed their reputations. They saw that in the direction of the shooting range gate, tall girls were beckoning here.

She pierced her head and wore a white scarf. Although she was not amazing in appearance, she was also sweet and agile, youthful and bright.

The little girl took off her scarf, revealing the white swan neck, her slender figure resembling a ballerina.

Principal Song saw the girl and immediately put on a gentle and kind smile, and said, "Ke Xin, morning."

Speaking of Lu Yao's nuisance, he pointedly said: "Go, go to the duty room and get the registration slip."

Lu Yao saw the old man's face change at the speed of light, and laughed dumbly, and obediently took the receipt.

After a while, the sign-in form was fetched, and the girl took off her woolen gloves and signed her name on the paper.

"Tang Kexin..."

When he saw the name, Lu Yao was stunned.

He has heard of this name.

According to his previous memory, he knew that Tang Kexin was the man in their class, and roommates had talked about her more than once.

Tang Kexin was a professional shooting athlete before enrolling. He represented China in various international competitions many times and achieved many impressive results.

When she was in her third year of high school, the eight major demon hunting academies in China all extended an olive branch to her, willing to recruit them specially.

Everyone thought that Tang Kexin would definitely choose the thriving Qingyun Demon Hunting Academy.

However, unexpectedly, in the end she chose the lesser imperial capital.

This incident has been talked about until now, and they think it is a strong proof that the emperor is no worse than Qingyun.

At this time, Tang Kexin had already signed, and Lu Yao picked up the pen and signed his name.

"what……"

Tang Kexin raised her head in surprise, her clear eyes looked straight at Lu Yao, and said, "Lu Yao? Are you the '500 ring'?"

Chapter 9 The Famous School Falling Down

Ring 500...

This title sounds weird.

Lu Yao smirked and said, "Luck, luck."

"It's not just luck."

This is, Principal Song on the side interjected: "I just watched him play a disc for a while. This kid is a bit capable and has a steady hand!"

With that, the old man looked at Tang Kexin with a joking expression, and said, "You have come to your opponent. If you don't practice well, be careful of being caught behind."

Tang Kexin was startled when he heard that Song Lao, who had always been a poisonous tongue, praised someone like this.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Lu Yao a little more curious.

The smile on Lu Yao's face gradually stiffened.

After a while, the rest of the students participating in the winter training began to arrive one after another. Some brought their own shotguns, and some used the school's like Lu Yao. All of the time, the sign-in, the gun-taking, and the test-shooters crowded around. Together, the scene gradually became lively.

There were more people, and Lu Yao stopped testing. He put away the rifle and found a corner where no one was living, and tried to minimize his presence.

At this time, he saw a few acquaintances in the crowd, one was Xie Yaozu, who was particularly dazzling because of the hairspray. He carried his own shotgun, from both sides, talked and laughed happily with people, and made a lot of friends;

Others are reporters from the Student Union who interviewed them a few days ago. They are now busy arranging camera equipment and trying to find the best shooting location.

At this time, the short-haired girl caught a glimpse of Lu Yao, and immediately led a photographer to run over and smiled: "Hey, student Lu Yao, let's meet again! How have you been training these days?"

Lu Yao laughed awkwardly, and said, "So-so."

The girl with short hair said: "Can you tell us about your daily training menu?"

"Uh, the menu can't be called, morning exercise in the morning, shooting in the morning..."

The two of them chatted one after another, and the people around saw it, and they all looked over here with strange expressions.

"Who is this person?"

"It seems to be called Lu Yao."

"Lu Yao? That '500 ring'?"

"Why are you still interviewing?"

"I can still understand the interview with Kexin. Which onion is he?"

"Isn't that '500 ring' hand skating?"

"How did I hear that the scoreboard was broken?"

"Oh, the students in the Student Union are really becoming more and more like tabloid reporters. They can go wherever there is a topic."

"I heard that the results of the '500 ring' were poor. It was always the countdown of their class and was almost dismissed.

"Hey, can you come to winter training like this? Have you found someone?"

"It's hard to say, maybe even the '500 ring' was changed by someone."

"..."

All kinds of remarks drifted into his ears, and Lu Yao felt like he was stuck here, like a big awkward character.

However, there is no way, the mouth grows on others, and they have to be said.

After a while, Mr. Song saw that the time was almost up, picked up a loudspeaker of the kind used by a street vendor, tapped the microphone, and said, "It's nine o'clock, be quiet, now training begins."

The voice of chatting on the sidelines faded away, and reporters from the Student Union also retreated to the sidelines with interest.

Old Song glanced at the students present, and said with his face up: "First introduce myself. My name is Song Zhen. I am the instructor for this shooting winter training."

"The reason why the school held this winter training is because the school's performance in the past two years is so poor that the principal has become angry and wants to focus on training a few shooting talents."

Song Zhen cleared his throat and said, "Everyone knows that last week, in the National Demon Hunting Competition for College Students, our school created the worst record in its history-elimination in the group stage."

"What exactly caused it, I won't say much."

"In short, in recent years, the record of Imperial Capital in various competitions has declined year by year, and even the admission score has continued to drop."

"Do you know what will happen next with you?"

Speaking of this, Song Zhen's expression became serious, and said: "Your next year is the third year of high school. Their hunting test has just ended. I will tell you an internal data——

Our imperial capital's qualifying line is 42 points lower than Qingyun, even worse than Zhenhai, Jiangdong and Andrew, ranking fifth in the country!"

As soon as this was said, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Students, look at me, I look at you, each other's eyes are filled with astonishment and disbelief.

fifth?

The imperial capital is actually ranked fifth?

how is this possible!

When we were this time, we were clearly ranked second!

"What, don't believe it?"

Song Zhen curled his lips and said, "How did the school's ranking come from? Was it determined by the forehead? That was based on the class of students! If the current students don't work hard, the ranking will increase year by year. difference!"

"If you rank poorly, you won't be able to recruit good students, and your record in the second year will be worse, falling into a vicious circle!

"Neither do you hope that the diploma of the Imperial Capital will be devalued before you graduate, right?"

Principal Song's remarks made it so that all the students who were still dangling just now had solemn and solemn expressions.

Seeing that his goal has been initially achieved, Song Zhen turned around and said: "However, let's not talk about other aspects. You still have an advantage when it comes to shooting alone."

As he said, he pointed at himself with his thumb and said, "Because I am in the imperial capital!"

"I stay in the imperial capital for a day, so I can't watch you being abused like this!"

"Why did the principal let me take you?"

"Just want to win!"

"And also to win thoroughly!"

Song Zhen cleared his throat and said: "The next UH champion, I am sure to win! The face I lost this year, next year I want you to earn it back ten times, one hundred times!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, start class!"

Song Zhen put down the small speaker, gradually withdrew from the high mood, picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea.

Lu Yao stood in the corner, listening to President Song's morale-boosting opening speech, his heartbeat speeding up slightly.

As a scumbag, he is certainly not so arrogant that he wants to reverse the decline of the school on his own.

However, as a member of the Imperial College, standing here carrying a gun, he inexplicably developed a sense of responsibility.

At least, in shooting, I can actually make a little contribution to the school.

This feeling is really good.

"This month of winter training, we mainly practice flying saucer shooting."

With that, Song Zhen took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed the switch.

"call out--"

"call out--"

"..."

With a few soft sounds, a dozen disc targets were shot from all directions in the shooting range, some from right to left, some from left to right; some from near to far, some from far to near...

More than a dozen disc targets are intertwined into a net in the air, which is dazzling.

Song Zhen turned around and said to the students: "There are a total of 12 target throwing machines placed in different positions in the shooting range. When I was young, I always used this to practice guns."

"If you can practice this well, then it's almost enough to fight monsters on the battlefield."

"I will give you a demonstration first."

After all, he grabbed a shotgun from the nearby student and walked to the sidelines.

Chapter 10 Face Slap and Live Broadcast?

"Shoo, hoo--"

In the field, the second round of the disc target was thrown out, Song Zhen picked up the shotgun and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

In the blink of an eye, 12 shots were fired, and the targets in the air exploded into pink mists almost indiscriminately, intertwined in midair into a huge firework.

Song Zhen turned around and said calmly, "Well, it's probably enough to practice it like this."

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