Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Oops, Meng Chao is testing with Zuo Haoran, will he be disturbed?"

"Definitely. Although the two shot at different targets, they can clearly see each other's every move and performance. Meng Chao's mentality will definitely be affected, and he might collapse."

"Meng Chao is too stupid. He should study the test rules carefully and figure out that the firearms test is divided into two groups and ranked according to the first two results. Since his punching strength and speed are so good, he should reserve some strength and take the whole class. Third or fourth, you can avoid Zuo Haoran."

The students were secretly anxious.

Some people wondered: "Could it be that Meng Chao's state and luck today are against the sky, and he scored a super high score?"

Most of those who hold this hope are those whose grades are at the bottom of the class and who have no plans to take the undergraduate exam at all.

The top ten in the class scoffed.

"Impossible. The firearms test is not just firing one shot, but assembling three firearms by yourself, and then shooting ten rounds of pistol ammunition, twenty rounds of rifle ammunition, thirty rounds of shellless assault ammunition for submachine guns, and shooting ten fixed targets and Ten moving targets, one or two shots are lucky, but how can all the guns be lucky?"

"Fixed targets can be a gamble on luck, but the score of moving targets is three to five times that of fixed targets. It completely simulates the speed and trajectory of monsters. Each target only appears for a few seconds. The speed is extremely fast and erratic. , how to bet on luck?"

"Usually, the live ammunition shooting class in the school doesn't teach us to shoot moving targets, but Zuo Haoran specializes in moving targets in the 'Falcon Gun Club'. How does this compare?"

The tail of the crane is still not convinced: "Isn't there a 'golden target' whose score is ten times higher than ordinary targets?"

All the gun masters in the class laughed: "The golden target is the last one among the twenty targets. It is also the smallest, the farthest, the fastest moving, and the strangest trajectory. The fist-sized target is fifty meters away. Running faster than monsters, only appearing for one second, it needs to be predicted in advance, unless the shooting skills, gun feeling and nerve reaction speed are all 'perfect', who can shoot? Even Zuo Haoran can't shoot, Not even wasting bullets on golden targets!"

The tail of the crane was discouraged: "Isn't there no hope at all?"

The gun master sighed: "I didn't at first, I just hope that Meng Chao can show his style and defeat himself."

"Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!" the invigilator called for the second time.

Amidst the discussion among the students, the two stepped forward.

"Meng Chao, wait."

The teacher in charge suddenly came over, pressed his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "put aside the ridiculous emotional dispute, the most important thing for you now is to pass the second level of the undergraduate course. It's normal for marksmanship to be inferior to Zuo Haoran. Beng, the gun missed the target, no matter how good the previous results are, it is useless!"

"Cough cough."

The invigilator coughed lightly twice.

Meng Chao nodded: "Teacher Wang, I will do my best."

"That's good, hold on, and strive to suppress the miss rate to below 30%, and there is hope for rushing to the next level!"

The head teacher waved his fist, smiled at the invigilator, and retreated.

Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran stood at their shooting positions.

The long table in front of him was full of mixed parts.

A hill of spare parts for pistols, rifles and submachine guns.

The two looked at each other.

The sarcasm in Zuo Haoran's eyes was as intense as fire, as if he wanted to burn Meng Chao to ashes.

Meng Chao's eyes were a little distracted, as if he was not concentrating.

There is no way, information keeps popping out of the corners of his eyes, and the side effect of getting contribution points is that his eyes are wandering, as if ignoring others.

Zuo Haoran was even more furious when he realized that he was being ignored.

"drop!"

The invigilator pressed the timer, and at the end of the long target lane opposite the two, ten fixed targets were raised respectively.

Ten fixed targets will exist for three minutes. Candidates must complete the assembly of three firearms within three minutes before they can shoot the fixed targets calmly.

The rules do not limit the number of fixed targets candidates must shoot. If you have absolute confidence in your marksmanship, it doesn’t matter if you don’t shoot a single fixed target or shoot all the moving targets.

After all, the score of a moving target is three to five times that of a fixed target, or even more than ten times.

But no examinee would be so stupid. The marksmanship of high school students is still very immature. The fixed target is the big head they can bite down. If it is a moving target, it can only be counted as one.

"Crack, click, click, click!"

From Zuo Haoran's fingertips came the melodious sound of parts being assembled.

He trains in the gun club after school every day. He has long been thoroughly familiar with the standard firearms of the Dragon City military, and his movements are smooth and smooth, without any omissions or redundancies.

Even the students who questioned Zuo Haoran's character had to admit that it was a kind of enjoyment to watch him assemble a gun.

The dean was even more delighted from ear to ear for his nephew's outstanding performance.

Yan Motou also looked at his watch: "Zuo Haoran's gun formation speed has increased by 10% again, catching up with most of the students in the rocket class. As expected, marksmanship is his strongest point."

Compared with Zuo Haoran's gorgeousness, Meng Chao is much more low-key.

It's not that slow, it's just the level of an ordinary high school student, with a strict eye, stopping to think about it from time to time, or caressing a certain part carefully, half-closed eyes, not knowing what is coming to mind.

Everyone was anxious, and due to the discipline of the examination room, they could not urge and encourage them.

What's more, Meng Chao's performance today is much better than usual in firearms class.

He has surpassed himself, what else can we ask for?

"Okay, hold on." The teacher in charge breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, what a showdown, it's really a child's talk, so what if you can't compare with Zuo Haoran, and it doesn't prevent you from taking the undergraduate exam!

On the contrary, Principal Sun, who was sitting in the corner, seemed to be taking a nap, suddenly opened his small mung bean eyes and glanced at the gun stand.

Not Zuo Haoran, but Meng Chao.

After only watching for half a second, the slack eyelids drooped.

"Very good, very good."

The old heavy artillery, today's shriveled little old man, dozed off again.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Just one minute after the exam started, Zuo Haoran completed the assembly of the three firearms, and fired ten rounds of pistol and thirty rounds of submachine guns like a whirlwind.

ten rings! ten rings! ten rings! Forty rounds of ammunition, every example is worthwhile, hitting the tenth ring with a gun bite, it's perfect!

The students couldn't help covering their mouths and swallowed back the exclamation.

At this time, Meng Chao also finished assembling and started shooting.

Unfortunately, more than two minutes have passed.

He was obviously disturbed by Zuo Haoran's perfect performance. Although his movements were reasonably coordinated and his precision was good, he made the most serious mistake.

"He used a semi-automatic rifle?" the students whispered.

Generally speaking, gun masters use pistols and submachine guns when shooting fixed targets.

The pistol has a short range, and the submachine gun is not very accurate, so it is just used to get basic points on a fixed target.

Equipped with optical sights, the most accurate semi-automatic rifles are used to score high points on moving targets.

This is a classic strategy, which Zuo Haoran did.

After Meng Chao fired the pistol, he seemed to be in a hurry, but he picked up the semi-automatic rifle and shot it regardless.

Although the grades are good, with twelve or three ten rings, it seems that there is not much difference from Zuo Haoran.

But then, use a submachine gun to hit an erratic moving target?

This picture is so beautiful, the students looked at each other, and a big, shining duck egg appeared in front of their eyes.

"No, I guess Meng Chao's strategy is to completely abandon the moving target and shoot all the bullets at the fixed target, so that he can score a lot of points."

"That's true. Many students who are weak in marksmanship will give up the moving target, but, unfortunately, he was too slow to assemble the gun just now, and he ran out of time!"

"Then hurry up, how many points are you scanning, what are you doing in a daze?"

The eyes of the students were so anxious that they could not wait to go up and shoot for him.

Meng Chao was indifferent, just holding the submachine gun, waiting blankly for the countdown to go to zero.

"Drop", the time is up, and all the fixed targets fell down.

Ten seconds later, it was moving target shooting.

Meng Chao also had 30 rounds of assault ammunition for submachine guns, and Zuo Haoran had 20 rounds of semi-automatic rifle ammunition.

The former has strong firepower, low accuracy, and strong recoil, making it extremely difficult to control, while the latter is designed for precise shooting.

The students couldn't help but let out a huge sigh.

The teacher in charge stomped his feet angrily. How could this child not be praised?

"This classmate Meng Chao is not very stable."

The dean said flatly, "He's the student who went to a different school to practice, and trained himself to the hospital. His personality is too extreme, and his future path may be difficult."

Yan Motou stared at Meng Chao, but fell into deep thought. A trace of suspicion appeared on his big dark face.

"Principal?" Demon Yan moved closer to the shriveled little old man, respectfully, and asked for advice in a low voice.

"Huh, huh? It's good, it's good." After being woken up by him, Principal Sun nodded with a smile, and closed his eyes again.

Ten seconds passed quickly.

Swish Swish Swish Swish!

In front of the two candidates, ghostly moving targets rose up one after another, moving crazily and irregularly.

Everyone held their breath.

Zuo Haoran also had a dignified face, wrapped the gun belt around his arm, and stood in a standard triangle posture, shooting leisurely.

Four Rings! five rings! Three Rings! Seven rings!

His moving target performance was not as good as that of the fixed target, but far exceeded the limit of most of his classmates.

Every time you hit a moving target, as long as you bite the edge of the target, you will get a higher score than hitting ten rings with a fixed target.

On the other hand, Meng Chao assumed a posture that no one had seen before, and fired several times. A small half of the bullets missed the target. Even if he hit the target, he only shot below the third ring, and the gap between him and Zuo Haoran widened.

Nine Rings!

Zuo Haoran achieved an astonishingly good result with his last bullet. He put away the gun expressionlessly and showed the invigilator the magazines and magazines of the three firearms. He took two steps back and turned around to leave. A bit of a high-spirited taste.

"Very good, monitor of Class 6, very good!" The dean laughed.

"Student Zuo Haoran, well done." The head teacher also congratulated with mixed feelings.

But I said in my heart, you kid is too good, this kind of beating will completely break the mentality of the classmates, our class may lose one undergraduate student, why do you have any grudges, why are you so aggressive?

Indeed, Meng Chao seemed to be stunned by Zuo Haoran's performance, and stood still all the time.

Someone saw that he even closed his eyes, letting the targets pass by in front of his eyes.

"Is this... giving up completely?" The students looked at each other in blank dismay.

As time goes by, the moving targets behind are getting smaller and faster. Since the front can miss the target, it is impossible to hit the back.

"The mantis is like a car, and it's beyond its control." Zuo Haoran sneered in his heart.

At this moment, at the end of the target path, a flash of golden light flashed by.

The last target, a golden target with a super high score, appeared.

This is equivalent to an additional question in the college entrance examination, and most students never thought about taking it.

Even Zuo Haoran only hit seven moving targets just now, and gave up on the last three.

But at this moment, no, it should be said that it was the moment before the golden target appeared, Meng Chao suddenly opened his eyes.