My Classmate Is 200 Million Years Old Chapter 5

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On the twelve day of training, the instructor brought the students who were partic.i.p.ating in the target shooting segment to the shooting arena. Not everyone could partic.i.p.ate in the target shooting training. ♢ MY CLa.s.sMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 05 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONS♢

Target shooting was the most popular segment as partic.i.p.ants were able to practice shooting while the rest of the students had to continue with their usual training. When lots of the female students heard that the recoil was strong, they lost their interest and weren't willing to go so many cla.s.ses had no partic.i.p.ants for this segment. The empty slots were in turn filled up by the male students who didn't manage to partic.i.p.ate in this segment.

Hence in the showcase this time, there were twenty-six students. Only ten of which were females; the remaining sixteen were all males.

This was also the only time male and female students were allowed to interact. Rules in school were strict, at the military base, the males and females were separated by two entire sections; the buffer area between them was the area were soldiers resided so they really have no opportunities to meet.

Xuan Mo didn't know about guys but the girls were generally excited but a little glum about being tanned under the sun. How image-ruining it'd be if the guys see them tanned as dark as coal.

The twenty-six of them were brought into the training arena by Instructor Zhang. There were three other squads of soldiers training there. When they saw the fres.h.i.+es, they made s.p.a.ce and sat by the side to rest while gesturing at them, smiling.

After teaching the main idea to shooting, the instructor brought the guns over and handed each of them one: "Everyone of you will have thirteen bullets. You can try shooting three first, followed by ten. You can take it slow if you're not accustomed to it; you have two hours to finish shooting the bullets, then off you go for the Showcase the day after tomorrow."

Before he finished, three shots sounded. After which, ten consecutive shots rang in the air. The ma.s.ses delved into shock as one of the male student walked over with his gun and stretched his hand out: "Anymore bullets?"

"Pff!" The instructor laughed, "do I look like I sell bullets? There's no more bullets after you're done shooting! You only get the thirteen bullets!" After saying that, he turned and walked over to the side.

The guy raised a brow. He looked around before walking over to the girls, saying: "Does any one of you not want to shoot? Able to lend me your gun if you're not shooting?"

His politeness didn't match his cold expression.

And, what's he looking this way for? Xuan Mo felt extremely dissatisfied.♢ MY CLa.s.sMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 05 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONS♢

How would she know that the untannable pseudo glue and her faked stick-thin figure didn't match the gun at all; she looked like she wouldn't be able to complete shooting all the bullets at all, so she was the most probable person who'd need someone to help recycle her bullets.

Ignoring the guy's scorching gaze, she grabbed her gun, walked around him and lied down, looking at the target in front.

The target was fifty metres away; not too far, nor too near.

Bang! THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

The first shot; she didn't know where the bullet flew, but Xuan Mo figured out roughly the recoil and bullet line.

That's enough. THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

The second bullet–she hit bull's eye.

Everyone else started shooting as well. They didn't have their shooting report returned yet so no one noticed her… except for the guy that was waiting to recycle her bullets.

She hit the centre for her third shot as well.

Her body hasn't s.h.i.+fted due to the recoil since the first shot. No one noticed her at the beginning. Afterwards though, everyone was looking at her. The remaining few students rubbing their shoulders looked over as well. The soldier and instructor watched her while sitting, before it became watching her while standing.

For the first four bullets, she shot them one by one normally.

For the fifth to the tenth one, she shot them continuously; the sound of gunshots rang consecutively in the air.

She placed her gun down amidst the reverberation of her shots, exhaling. She stood and looked around, realising that everyone was looking at her.

"Are the results out yet?" Instructor Zhou asked after waiting a while for the results.

The soldier replied in acknowledgement, ran over to the hut beside the targets. He came out with a paper after a moment. He looked at Xuan Mo strangely before handing the report to Instructor Zhang.

Instructor Zhang took it. He almost imploded when he saw the results. He exclaimed in surprise: "All bull's eye except for the first one that's lost?!" He raised his head to look at Xuan Mo. "Student, you from the shooting team?" He shook his head afterwards however, "that's impossible. The things the bunch of people use aren't guns, this doesn't make sense."

He asked excitedly: "You trained since young?"♢ MY CLa.s.sMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 05 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONS♢

Xuan Mo didn't reply. She seriously couldn't allow herself to fake a poor aim when the distance was a mere fifty metres. Now that she's. .h.i.t the centre of the target so many times, she suddenly felt that it perhaps wasn't the best idea given all the looks she was receiving from the people around her.

No one required her to be low-key; there wasn't a need for her to be low-key either. She wasn't the Blue Planet's future, she wasn't afraid to change how this civilisation would unfold. According to the limited information she had access to, this civilisation wasn't included in the Cosmic Coalition's sphere of protection nor interaction, so she had no qualms about the bindings rules–she could do as she wished, but then again, that didn't seem very exciting.

How boring. THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

She placed her gun down and stood by the side, asking: "Can we leave after we are done shooting?"

"Enh… ah no!" The instructor nodded his head on reflex before changing his reply in a flurry. He walked overing cheerfully, "quickly finish your practice, I'll treat everyone to green bean soup!"

Treat everyone green bean soup? Wasn't that the one that the canteen gave out for free?

The ma.s.ses quietened down and quickly went back to shooting their own targets. The guy didn't manage to borrow any more bullets to shoot in the end. Xuan Mo's performance seemed to have triggered him; he discarded his previous frivolous att.i.tude, donning one of seriousness instead. His results weren't that good though. The other guy, the one that shot one five, four sixes, four seven and one nine, managed to get a relatively high score and didn't shoot out the target was one of the better shooters.

He was evidently dissatisfied however. He walked after Xuan Mo before suddenly saying: "h.e.l.lo."

Xuan Mo turned to look at him. Z L T

"I'm Tang Jing Ze." Z L T

"Xuan Mo." THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

"Have you learnt how to shoot previously? Who did you learn it from?"

"No, no one." THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

"Oh." Tang Jing Ze didn't believe her at all, but didn't dig any further. He quickened his steps to walk beside her, "can you teach me?"

Xuan Mo raised a brow and looked at him: "What's the use of learning this?"

"Why did you learn it then." Z L T

"I know how to do it, but I didn't learn it."

"…" Tang Jing Ze was silent for a moment before asking, "you mean, you know how to do this without learning it?"

"Enh." THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

Tang Jing Ze stared at Xuan Mo, thinking about something before saying: "Alright, I won't ask you, don't get angry."

Xuan Mo paused, before looking at him strangely: "I'm not angry."

"Then why are you lying?" Z L T

"I'm not lying." Z L T

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