Chapter 11: First taste shot

Chen Feng tried to use both hands and finally raised the blocking rifle: "It's too heavy, and the arm keeps shaking, there is no way to aim."
Lin Xian also nodded: "I gave up the blocking gun, the rifle still barely works."
Hongshuibin did not rush to raise his gun. After watching the performance of other people, he turned to Chen Feng and Lin Xiannu and said, "Look, Pan Yuguo, Murongxuan, and Nangong Dream Butterfly guns are all held steadily, and they have begun to practice shooting. Oh. Hey? The blocking gun that Nangong Mengdie still uses, so sturdy is too inconsistent with the identity of a beautiful woman?"
"Really, we can't be compared with girls, look at me!" Chen Feng was unwilling to be compared with others, and called out a target 50 meters away. After putting on protective earmuffs, he trembled and raised the beam to block it. Gun, aim and fire 3 shots in a row.
Hong Bin stepped forward to look at the results. Each shooting platform had its own independent score display. Chen Feng's score was awkwardly displayed as 0. Obviously, he didn't even touch the side just now.
"Wow, hahaha, you are too weak, let alone your grades, you didn't even hit the target." Hongshui Bin immediately turned on the mockery mode.
"Don't just talk about me, try it yourself, it hurts." The recoil of the blocking gun is so great that Chen Feng has fired 3 shots in a row, and now only has the strength to rub his shoulders.
Hung Hung Bin didn't believe in evil, so he picked up the beam blocking rifle, and slowly shot 3 shots, turned his head to look at his performance indicator, it was actually a duck.
"It's too difficult, I don't know how Pan Yuguo and the others are playing?" Hongshuibin changed the subject without waiting for Chen Feng's mockery, and saw that there were some people surrounded by Pan Yuguo's trio.
Lin Xian struggled with the gun for a long time and still had difficulty raising the support to keep shooting. Hearing this, he immediately put down the gun and ran over. After watching for a long while, he walked back dumbfounded: "Pan Yuguo and Murongxuan's scores are both above 8.5 ring. It’s great, I haven’t played 9th ring."
Hong Hung Bin Fu: "How come so many non-human beings, how do I feel that I am looking for abuse by setting a goal to exceed them?"
Chen Feng turned and walked back to his stage. This time he did not choose the blocking rifle. He changed the beam rifle and raised it: "Doesn't Principal Pan say that our talents are outstanding this year? This is no confidence? I will not give up."
Honghong Bin also raised his beam rifle and took aim carefully: "Hehe, of course, I just found that I was a little behind, so I have to hurry up."
Holding a beam rifle in hand, Chen Feng closed his eyes and found the inexplicable sense of intimacy in his mind. Gradually, he felt that he and the gun were integrated. He raised the gun and aimed at the bullseye 50 meters away to shoot. The recoil was not as large as expected, and the beam The feeling of the launch was so wonderful, Chen Feng was immersed in it and couldn't bear to open his eyes.
Before Chen Feng could experience it twice, Hong Bin shook him back to reality: "Chen Feng! Tell me how you did it?"
"What the hell? How did you do it?" Chen Feng looked at Lin Xian, who was also excited.
Lin Xian does not like to use hands and feet like Hong Bin. He stays in his place and organizes the language: "You just scored 10 full rings. From 3 shots all empty to 1 shots full ring, the change is too fast and we really can’t accept it. Come."
"Yeah! How did you do it? Tell me!" Hongshui Bin started shaking again, as if Chen Feng would never give up without saying.
Chen Feng was shaken and couldn't even shake his head: "I don't know, I just feel close to it. I shot after feeling it for a while. I haven't realized it yet. Shui Bin don't shake it. , I'm almost falling apart."
"Don't you have a great talent, you are the son of heaven, good at making guns good at shooting?" Hongshui Bin looked at Chen Feng and then at the performance indicator and started to guess again. To be honest, Chen Feng envied Hongshuibin's unconstrained imagination. No matter what, he could put on a reasonable explanation.
Anxious to find the feeling just now, Chen Feng pushed Hongshuibin away, and said with a serious face: "Hurry up and practice. The college life is only one year and we don't have much time. Also, you should lose weight by the waterfront, it is getting heavier. ."
"Fuck off! I'm a standard weight." Hong Bin rolled his eyes and returned to the shooting platform.
Raising the beam rifle again, Chen Feng recalled the shooting just now. This time, he clearly felt that the gun had become a part derived from his palm. There was no sense of jerkyness, and he seemed to be able to aim and shoot exactly as he wanted.
To prepare for the bullseye, Chen Feng fired 3 shots again. 9.5 rings, 9 rings, 8 rings, the results are quite good, this is still Chen Feng is not used to the recoil caused by continuous shooting.
"It seems that I have made the guess by the waterfront again. I have a special talent for rifles. I don't know if I have a blocking gun? Try again." Chen Feng verified the conjecture proposed by the waterfront casually. The blocking gun was fired.
Holding the blocking gun for a long while, I didn't feel like holding the rifle just now. The blocking gun was still the blocking gun, and I stayed quietly in my hand. There was no change. Instead, my hand was sour to death.
Chen Feng didn't believe in evil, so he took the blocking rifle and aimed and fired. The huge recoil shocked him.
"Hey, the blocking gun has no feeling at all, it's all due to blindness." The gun was obviously flying, and Chen Feng stopped looking at the score display.
She raised her head and looked in the direction of Nangong Mengdie. She was practicing with a blocking gun just now, but now she is still using a blocking gun. I don't know if the rifle has been changed in the middle.
Sighing again about the strength of this big beauty, Chen Feng retracted his gaze and saw that Hong Shubin had also devoted himself to practice, holding his rifle and shooting again and again. Although Hongshui Bin usually has no righteousness, he can always put him in the right position whenever he is serious. With the talent of this buddy and the right attitude, there is a high probability that he will become a legend.
Looking back at Lin Xian, it was another scene. Lin Xian was still swinging the gun on his shooting platform, flicking the rifle and rifle, not knowing what he was doing.
Chen Feng was puzzled and asked, "Lin Xian, what are you doing?"
"Ah?!" Lin Xian was immersed in his own thoughts and was taken aback: "I tried both guns a few times just now, and none of them hit the target. I don't know what to do."
"Then practice the rifle first. The rate of fire is fast and the recoil is low. You can try a few more times in an afternoon."
"Okay, thank you, otherwise I will struggle for a long time." Lin Xian nodded, picked up the beam rifle and started shooting.
Looking at Lin Xian in practice, Chen Feng thought to himself that although this roommate has a high talent for synchronization rate, he might be really not suitable for operating mechas to fight.
Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, Chen Feng gave up the blocking gun and began to concentrate on the practice of the rifle. The afternoon passed quickly. Until Teacher Lin announced the end of get out of class, everyone reluctantly left the shooting platform.
Teacher Lin looked at the expressions on everyone's faces and smiled slightly: "Don't be so frowning. From now on, the shooting area will be open. You can come whenever you want to train. The same is true for the fighting area opposite."
Everyone was overjoyed, and even a few people turned around and ran back to the shooting platform to continue practicing.
Teacher Lin hurriedly shouted to them: "All those classmates will come back to me, don't be so impatient. The practice this afternoon is almost enough. Go back these two days and think about your future development direction. It won't be okay to keep practicing without thinking. Really improved."
Only then did the freshmen dispersed. Chen Feng and the three stood together. Chen Feng took out the phone and called to Jia Jia to go to dinner.
Honghong Bin should have achieved good results, with a triumphant expression on his face: "Although it is not as good as Pan Yuguo's perverts, but I dare to pack the ball and few people in the class can surpass mine for the first time with a gun~"
"Really? Don't you just put me in your eyes?" Chen Feng pointed to his nose and smiled.
"Deadly, you are also a pervert, not comparable to you." Hongshui Bin once sneaked a peek at Chen Feng's practice results midway, and was beaten.
And after practicing for an afternoon, he hadn't hit a few targets, and even changing the blocking rifle in the middle was of no effect. Lin Xian had begun to doubt his life, and said pitifully, "Am I stupid? I can't hit the target at all. "
Looking at the distress, Hongshuibin hugged Lin Xian to comfort him, not forgetting to put a gold on his face and also belittle Chen Feng by the way: "Not everyone is like me is a pervert, no matter how much you practice It works. Your synchronization rate is so high that it exceeds how many people, isn't it? Although Chen Feng is playing with rifles now, his synchronization rate is not comparable to you."
Chen Feng was also very worried, and said in peace: "Yes, I am not your opponent in the mecha battle. Now we are just groping for a weapon that suits us, everything is still early."
Lin Xian smiled bitterly: "Although the synchronization rate is high, isn't it the same as not being able to use it? I have never liked fighting, but I promise I will work hard."
Chen Feng laughed, patted him on the back fiercely, and pushed forward: "No one knows what will happen in the future. We all have to do our best to persevere to the end, and there will be a response. But now, People are iron rice or steel, we have to eat first."
Lin Xian picked up his bad mood and followed the two roommates to the cafeteria.