Chapter 668
Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!
Could it be possible that he didnât notice something when Ye Jian was firing? No, he noticed it all. According to her shots, the ten bullets were fired continuously just like that. She didnât even aim. How wasnât that casual?
Ye Jian withdrew the gun and unloaded the magazine. She turned to the political commissar and smiled, âCan you guess if I got a perfect score?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âFrom my experience, at least eight of those shots are off-target. You didnât aim properly.â
The political commissar opened his mouth and his words gave Ye Ying hope. She was excited, as though she had discovered new lands. She couldnât help but be exhilarated. She must be shooting casually. Perfect score? Hahaha, what a joke!
But the political commissar added a âbutâ.
Ye Yingâs heart was hanging by a thread. But? But? Say it! Say it! Her eyes were fixated on the political commissar as he paused for a while. She wanted to rush up and get him to finish his sentence!
âBut, judging by your skills in assembling a gun, it doesnât look like you shot it casually. Thatâs why I canât really guess whether you did it perfectly or not.â
Ye Jian smiled. Only Xia Jinyuan knew how she fired her shots here. She turned and saw Ye Ying going through a rollercoaster ride of emotions. âYe Ying, do you want to guess how many of my bullets are on target?â
Ye Ying was tormented by the political commissarâs âbutâ and tried hard to make herself look calm. She forced a stiff smile, âI donât know, but Political Commissar said that you shot it too casually. I feel that Political Commissar must be right. Thereâs no way you can get ten shots by shooting so casually.â
She wanted to say that they were all off-target. But she didnât dare to because of the political commissarâs last sentence.
Looking at that stiff smile, Ye Jian gave her a slight glance, and then said to the political commissar, âInstructor Huang admires me, I canât let him down like this.â
She then swept her gaze intentionally at Ye Ying, who was getting stiffer by the minute and said, âTo let Ye Ying understand that thereâs a thing called âadmirationâ, how could I lose? Please let the comrades in the trenches count my score.â
Ye Ying could feel her heart in her throat. It was pounding fast. It must be off-target, it must be off-target! She shot so casually, how could she hit it?
The political commissar looked at Ye Jian and became more interested. This little girl is quite interesting, she knows how to mess with people.
He took the intercom and cleared his throat, âFiring is over. Ten shots were fired. Check how many of them hit the target.â
Without the confirmation that the firing was over, the soldiers in the trenches would not climb out and check the targets, even if blanks were fired. They received the message, and the students were all waiting for the score to be reported nervously.
There was a crackling sound through the intercom. In less than a minute, the results were out, âTen shots fired. The score registered is 100 points.â
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The whole field erupted. The students were all screaming. 100 points. All of it hit! All of it hit! Ten out of ten! It wasnât casual, it was serious! 100 points! She really hit it all.