Gao Wu: I have a lot of careers

Coming to the thermal weapons training ground, Chen Jun continued to serve as a firearms instructor.

As a class teacher, he wears many hats.

"Start the 300-meter stationary target training first, and then the bullets will be available indefinitely. Within a month, you must score at least 80 points or more in 100 shots.

"The score of the moving target must be at least 78 points.

"This is just the threshold of an ordinary martial arts school, if you want to be admitted to a key college, you must score 95 points for the stationary target and 90 points for the moving target!" After

speaking, Chen Jun glanced at Xu Mao and shook his head slightly.

As a teacher, he naturally hopes that his students will be admitted to good schools.

But a month ago, Xu Mao's test was very bad, with only 65 points for stationary targets and 50 points for moving targets.

This result, if you want to pass within a month, it can be said that it is a pipe dream.

And even if the marksmanship is barely qualified, there are still two marks of fighting skills and physical fitness tests.

Either way, it takes a long time to accumulate, and it is not something that can be done temporarily.

Xu Mao didn't notice Teacher Chen's gaze, he picked up the rapid-fire gun on the table.

The appearance is somewhat similar to the guns in the previous life, but it is more technological. The first time he held it in his hand, it gave him a strong sense of familiarity.

The hands subconsciously acted.

Quickly load the magazine, hold the gun with both hands in front of the other, and press your body against the butt to present a standard posture of holding the gun.

Bang!

Shots rang out, breaking the calm of the training ground.

The surrounding classmates were all shocked.

As is customary, the stationary target has just been erected at this time, and most people have just checked their guns.

Then they saw Xu Mao.

"This guy... Packed up?" Zhu Zhang sneered, and then saw the numbers on the screen, showing 10 rings.

He was a little stunned, and shook his head: "It's lucky!"

Xu Mao pulled the trigger as if no one was around, and the gunfire was rhythmic, and 10 rounds were fired in a short time.

This was something he did subconsciously, and although his memory contained the knowledge of firearms, this was indeed the first time he had touched a gun in the actual sense.

Just glancing at the panel on the side, Xu Mao secretly said that it was not good.

Ten rounds all hit one point without the slightest deviation.

The score is 100 points.

Zhu Zhang's face was hot, he didn't expect that this realism made this guy pretend to be successful.

Chen Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at this place with a suspicious expression.

1 shot can be said to be luck, 10 shots is not so simple as luck.

Xu Mao pretended not to notice the other's abnormality, and kept shooting at himself.

8 rings, 6 rings, 3 rings, 9 rings....

The score also gradually declined, staying at 75 points.

Although he is still very perverted, after all, he could only score 65 points a month ago, but it is also within the range of everyone's acceptance.

So the other students also took care of themselves and practiced guns.

Xu Mao has always kept his score at around 80 points, but unlike others, each of his bullets hit a specific position according to his wishes.

Soon he confirmed one thing, if he let go of his hands and feet, he could score more than 98 or even 100 points!

As for moving targets, he could almost also aim wherever he hit, and he could score at least 95 points or more.

This is a terrifying statistic, and no one in the entire Evergreen Middle School can do it.

Chen Jun has been paying attention to him, and walked up and said kindly: "Xu Mao, I have improved a lot recently

!" "It seems that I had a little insight a few days ago, and suddenly I am much more accurate!" Xu Mao replied with 'doubts'.

I see.

Chen Jun raised his eyebrows, this is only possible.

He re-examines the student in front of him, treating him as a student with a talent for marksmanship.

Chen Jun couldn't help but feel a lot happier in his heart, but it was a pity that the other party's talent was discovered a little late. Otherwise, if you cultivate it well, you can be stronger.

He said a few more words of encouragement before leaving.

Xu Mao breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he hid part of his strength, otherwise it would be difficult to explain the sudden improvement.

After school, Zhang Run couldn't wait to find it and took something out of his pocket.

"I can't imagine that you kid is hiding so deeply, even I can't hide it. You can take this nutrient to improve your physical fitness, and you have a great hope for the college entrance examination. Zhang Run said sincerely.

Xu Mao was slightly stunned.

Zhang Run's family background is not good, and there is a gambler father on it, so he often comes to go out to do odd jobs in his spare time.

And the value of nutrients, which improves physical fitness, is not low. Zhang Run obviously wants to prepare for the college entrance examination, but now he wants to give it to himself.

"Rub what, take it, I'll go to a part-time job first!" Zhang Run stuffed the thing into Xu Mao's arms, hummed a little song and turned around and left.

Looking at the nutrients in his hand, Xu Mao raised his eyebrows. This Zhang Run seems to be a good friend.

Standing at the school gate, he subconsciously looked up at the city.

It's a forest of steel, with all sorts of naked-eye 3D ads playing in the air. Hovercars roared by, orderly, and there was obviously a strict traffic order.

The technologically advanced world obviously has a lot of benefits.

But most of them are out of reach of the poor.

Xu Mao walked all the way to the underground station and took the free subway to the outside of the city.

Walking out of the platform, the high-rise building still exists, but it looks much more dilapidated. There are few half-empty hovercars, and the road is very narrow.

This is the outer city.

Xu Mao returned to his community, entered the somewhat shaky elevator, and came to the 36th floor.

Standing in front of the door, he didn't rush in, choosing to sort out his memories.

Xu Mao's parents died in an accident outside the city when they were very young. There is also a younger sister He Xiaoyan at home, who is in junior high school.

Because of the death of both parents, his younger sister He Xiaoyan changed from cheerful to withdrawn. At the same time, because of malnutrition and frailty, he fainted in class three months ago and went through the procedures for long-term suspension.

Fortunately, in this world, science and technology are advanced, and this disease is easy to cure.

All it takes is an intermediate recovery reagent to restore your body to a healthy level.

However, even if it is only an intermediate-level recovery reagent, it will require 150,000 crystals.

For this money, the predecessor Xu Mao went to school during the day, worked part-time at night, worked day and night, and died suddenly in class today.

Thinking of this, Xu Mao smiled bitterly.

The experiences of the two seem to be surprisingly similar, both died of overwork.

He pushed the door in, and at a glance saw Xu Xiaoyan sitting in the living room, immersed in reading and studying.

"Brother!" Hearing the movement, He Xiaoyan turned his head, and some fatigue could be clearly seen on his immature face. Even so, he tried to smile.

She got down from the stool to greet her, but her weak constitution made her fall before she could stand up.

Seeing this, Xu Mao felt a little blocked in his heart. I inherited my memory, and my feelings were left behind.

He immediately ran over, helped He Xiaoyan to the chair, and said softly, "Do you want to go to bed and lie down for a while?" "

Brother, I want to read the book again!" He Xiaoyan refused, although his body was weak, his eyes were full of determination.

She didn't want to be a burden, and she didn't want her brother to be the only one working hard. She wants to contribute her own strength to this family.

"Xiao Yan..."

Xu Mao clenched his fists, speechless for a while.

My sister is so obedient and studious, which is certainly happy. But if he had a choice, he would prefer his sister to play carefree.

He Xiaoyan at this age should not be confined to a small room.

He made up his mind that he must buy the intermediate recovery reagent and give his sister a normal life.

"Brother, I'm fine. He Xiaoyan thought that Xu Mao was worried about himself, and smiled comfortingly. And stretched out his little hand, grabbed Xu Mao's big hand, tilted his little head and smiled sweetly.