Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

In an instant, a veteran like Yan Motou, who had been through life and death, smelled a familiar and strong murderous aura.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The sound of submachine gun fire, like gunfire, devastated everyone's eardrums.

But the storm came and went quickly. When the students looked at it dumbfounded, the gunfire had stopped.

Meng Chao skillfully disassembled the magazine, opened the magazine, and let the invigilator, who was also a little dazed, check it out.

His achievements have not jumped out of the big screen for a long time.

He didn't care, he turned his fingers flexibly and left.

"Meng Chao, how are you doing?"

The students hurriedly gathered around.

"very good."

Meng Chao thought for a while, "Within my own ability, I can be called invulnerable."

The students were speechless for a while.

If you are nervous, you will be nervous, if your mentality collapses, you will collapse. Why are you so stubborn!

Zuo Haoran shook his head even more disdainfully, as if he was blaming himself, what are you fussing about with a braggart?

At this moment, Meng Chao's results were long overdue.

"Meng Chao from class 6, scored 588 points in the firearms test, and a total score of 1434 points, temporarily ranking eighth in the school!"

There was a sudden silence in the huge indoor shooting range.

Even the gunshots from the test room next door became a little dull.

It seems that the air is full of huge viscosity, which firmly sticks the sound, oxygen and everyone's thinking.

"588 points? Just now Zuo Haoran got 515 points, right?"

"Meng Chao's firearms score surpassed Zuo Haoran by 73 points, instantly leveled the gap in speed and strength, and his total score surpassed Zuo Haoran by more than 20 points?"

"How is it possible? He obviously missed a lot of targets, and he also used a submachine gun to hit moving targets. How did he score such a high score? Was it a miscalculation?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, as if, it seemed, it should be, it was a miscalculation.

Zuo Haoran was even more stunned: "Did you confuse my grades with Meng Chao's?"

The invigilator frowned and called out Meng Chao's target.

Everything is fine up front.

Until the last golden target.

Just now Zuo Haoran's golden target was clean, there wasn't even a needle hole on it.

Meng Chao's golden target was covered with thirteen bullet holes, six of which penetrated within the eighth ring, almost smashing the small golden target.

The gold target is the most valuable, the value of this target alone is enough to crush Zuo Haoran.

There was a silence.

Since the proctors are all classmates, everyone looks a little dazed.

"Are you fooled, or did you aim?" After a long time, someone said in disbelief.

Now there is no test, and whether he can speak or not is at the whim of the invigilator. From the expression on the invigilator's expression, it is obvious that he is also very curious about this question.

Meng Chao said, "Of course I aimed it. I've been saying over and over for a week that my marksmanship is not bad. Why don't you believe me?"

The students couldn't help but said: "But you were so slow in assembling the gun just now!"

It's not like Zuo Haoran, who moves like clouds and flowing water, like lightning and lightning.

Meng Chao smiled: "Grouping guns is not an acrobatic show, what are you doing so fast, do you want my hands to turn into a cloud of gray mist?

"The purpose of assembling a gun is firstly to maintain it, and secondly to rub each part carefully to find out their wear and deformation, and then deduce the shooting parameters of the whole gun.

"You know, every new gun has slightly different shooting parameters when it just leaves the factory, not to mention that this batch of guns has been touched by countless candidates, and their shooting habits are different. Many people's posture and firing rhythm are wrong. Yes, the rifling and parts are messed up—how ​​can you shoot accurately if you don't feel every detail?"

"So, you're already ready to shoot the golden target?"

Someone suddenly realized, "Then why don't you use a semi-automatic rifle, but a submachine gun?"

Meng Chao shrugged: "The golden target is fleeting, so I can only use one gun. The submachine gun has thirty rounds, and the semi-automatic rifle has only twenty rounds."

The students couldn't believe their ears: "However, the accuracy of semi-automatic rifles is higher!"

Meng Chao thought for a while: "It's all the same to me."

"..."

The students were speechless for a while.

I just want to scream up to the sky.

Someone gritted his teeth and asked, "Then you shot a moving target with a submachine gun at first, why did you miss it so many times?"

"Try the gun."

It will help the students in the next exam, Meng Chao does not hide it, "Although I tried my best to assemble the submachine gun according to my shooting habits, due to the wear and tear of the parts and rifling, I still can't grasp its characteristics. Use a few bullets to correct the trajectory, and finally you can penetrate Yang with a hundred steps."

The students looked at each other in blank dismay: "So, from the very beginning, you put all your hopes on the golden target?"

Meng Chao was stunned for a moment, his eyes wandering, as if the students had asked an incomprehensible question.

"I'm not 'all or nothing'."

The last time I shot the ghost-eyed gold-winged flame worm, I was desperate, betting on the last bullet.

Today, he was just solving a problem with cumbersome steps and complicated calculations, but not too difficult, that's all.

With that said, Meng Chao and Chu Feixiong who was in the back clapped their hands and walked out.

He brushed past Zuo Haoran, but he didn't glance at the distraught squad leader, and he didn't mention the appointment a week ago in front of the principal and dean.

But Zuo Haoran himself fell into the trap of confusion, fear and shame, as if the whole world was collapsing towards him.

The smile that held the winning ticket a moment ago condensed on his face, like the trace left after being slapped hard by Meng Chao.

"Hao Ran—"

The dean pinched his waist heavily, "You did well in the exam, go to rest and calm down."

The invigilator also said with a stern face: "Pay attention to the discipline in the examination room, students who have already finished the examination, please go out!"

The head teacher hurried forward: "Meng Chao, Zuo Haoran, you guys go back to the classroom first, remember... calm down, don't get carried away."

The exam was still going on, so the two of them naturally couldn't conflict here.

Meng Chao nodded, waved and said, "Come on, I hope everyone can hit every shot and get good grades in the exam!"

He turned and left the testing room.

Zuo Haoran followed behind with a gloomy face.

It wasn't until he left the testing center building that Meng Chao couldn't help raising his fist and waving it vigorously.

One step closer to my dream, this feeling of constantly changing my destiny is so good!

In Zuo Haoran's eyes, this scene was undoubtedly provocative.

"Meng Chao, you are lucky today. The blind cat met a dead mouse, and you beat me in the overall score. Naturally, I have no face to be the squad leader, but I am not convinced by your actual combat ability!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Extreme boxing strength, 100-meter running, and shooting games in the shooting range can't represent real combat power at all. Now that you have recovered to your peak, do you have the guts to fight me?"

Meng Chao turned his head and looked at Zuo Haoran with a half-smile.

It came, and it was the same as in the previous life.

It's just that the squad leader in the previous life had the upper hand, so he irritated himself with a few words, and jumped into his trap obediently.

In this life, I will let him taste the taste of reaping the fruit of himself.

"Yes." Meng Chao said calmly.

Behind the canteen of Ninth Middle School is a dense grove.

There is a soft sandy land in the woods.

This is the place where students resolve disputes on a daily basis.

Dragon City is a world of iron and blood, and folk martial arts are very popular. Even an eighty-year-old lady can play with a shotgun, let alone a young man with a bloody heart.

The school usually turns a blind eye, and even advocates that if there is a conflict, it should go to the practice room and resolve it openly under the supervision of the teacher.

If someone likes to fight privately in the depths of the grove, as long as there are no serious consequences, they will not be severely punished.

Looking at the shadows of the trees whirling in front of him, Meng Chao was filled with emotion.

right here.

In his previous life, he was plotted against by Zuo Haoran right here, so that he failed the college entrance examination.

"Squad leader, we all have to take the college entrance examination. This time, no matter who wins or loses, the past grievances will be wiped out. How about it?" Standing still in the middle of the grove, Meng Chao hesitated for a moment, before speaking.

Zuo Haoran rolled his eyes: "Naturally, click as far as it goes, and write it off!"

"Okay, I hope you will do what you say, otherwise..." Meng Chao frowned, and stepped forward to attack.

Ripples appeared under his feet, and the sand was pushed out into circles of ripples. With the help of the power of the earth, he blasted out a force like waves.

Zuo Haoran backed away at high speed, his figure was blurred, and he was also rippled.

"Student Meng Chao, you have only learned "Ripple Strength" in the past year, but I am proficient in the two major power-strengthening methods of 'Ripple' and 'Rang Niu', combining hardness and softness. You are not my opponent, just admit defeat!" Zuo Haoran Deliberately provoke.

"This time, I won't lose again!" Meng Chao's strength rose from wave to wave, gradually losing the essence of "Ripple Power".

The two of them entangled and pushed each other like two waves, the speed became faster and faster, flying sand and rocks, the small forest rustled, and many leaves were scraped off by the fist.

Meng Chao seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, he was impatient to fight for success.

Zuo Haoran is obviously aware of his weakness, he is not in a hurry, and consumes it slowly.

In just over a minute, Meng Chao's school uniform was soaked with sweat, and his footsteps gradually became disordered.

Suddenly, Zuo Haoran yelled violently, and instantly changed his fighting style, seamlessly switching from "Ripple Strength" to "Reckless Bull Strength".

Snapped!

Meng Chao didn't seem to be used to his changing style of play. He was stunned for a moment, but he was hit hard in the face, his nose bleed like an arrow, and his lips were broken.

"ah!"

Meng Chao's face was covered with blood, enraged by the pain, his legs stomped heavily, and he rushed forward recklessly.

"Well done!"

The ferocity in Zuo Haoran's eyes exploded.

This damn trash finally got tricked.

Hehe, do you think I'm really only proficient in "Ripple Strength" and "Brave Bull Strength"?

Even, do you think I really only know the three major methods of exerting force?

The three major methods of exerting strength are just the foundation, without the addition of real killing skills, it is like a sword without a sharpened edge, which cannot kill people at all.

The so-called "good seedlings" like you can only receive compulsory education in school, and don't understand real combat at all.

However, I accepted the teachings of my father and the strong in society early on, and learned the killing method that only a bachelor's degree can come into contact with.

Meng Chao, let's meet my "Breaking Heart"!