I'm really not a genius

Chapter 9

500 rings

That sounds strange.

Lu Yaoshan said with a smile, "luck, luck."

"It's not just luck."

This is, president Song interrupted: "I just saw him play for a while. This boy is a little capable and has a stable hand!"

Then the old man looked at Tang Kexin with a joking face and said, "if you don't practice well, you'll be overtaken by others."

Tang Kexin was stunned when he heard that old song, who had always been poisonous, praised a person like this.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Lu Yao with a little more curiosity.

The smile on Lu Yao's face gradually stiffened.

After a while, other students participating in the winter training also began to arrive one after another. Some brought their own shotguns, while others used the same school as Lu Yao. For a time, those who signed in, took the gun and tested the fire were crowded together, and the scene gradually became lively.

When there were more people, Lu Yao would no longer test fire. He put away his rifle and found a corner where no one was, so as to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

At this time, he saw several acquaintances in the crowd. One was Xie Yaozu, who was particularly dazzling because of hair gel. He carried his own shotgun, met both sides, talked and laughed with people, and made a wide range of friends;

The other are the student union reporters who interviewed themselves a few days ago. They are busy arranging camera equipment and trying to find the best shooting location.

At this time, the girl with short hair caught a glimpse of Lu Yao, immediately led a photographer to run over and said with a smile, "Hey, classmate Lu Yao, let's meet again! How's the training these days?"

Lu yaokan smiled twice and said, "so so."

The short haired girl said, "can you introduce us to your daily training menu?"

"Well, the menu can't be called. Morning exercise and shooting in the morning..."

They chatted one after another. People around saw it and looked at it with a strange look.

"Who is this man?"

"It seems to be called Lu Yao."

"Lu Yao? The '500 ring'?"

"Why did you interview?"

"I can understand Kexin's interview. Which onion is he?"

"Isn't that '500 ring' hand sliding?"

"How did I hear that the scoreboard was broken?"

"Oh, the students' Union is really more and more like tabloid reporters. They can drill wherever there is a topic."

"I heard that the score of '500 rings' was poor. It was always the countdown of their class and was almost persuaded to quit."

"Oh, so you can come to winter training? Are you looking for someone?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe even the '500 ring' is changed by someone."

“……”

All kinds of comments floated into his ears with the wind. Lu Yao felt that he was pestling here, like an awkward word in capital.

However, there is no way. If you have a long mouth on others, you can't help them.

After a while, seeing that the time was almost up, Mr. Song picked up a loudspeaker used by a street vendor, patted the microphone and said, "it's 9 o'clock, quiet, now the training begins."

The sound of chatting on the sidelines gradually died out, and the reporters of the student union retreated to the sidelines knowingly.

Old song glanced at the students present, raised his face and said, "first introduce myself. My name is Song Zhen. I'm the instructor of this shooting winter training."

"The school held this winter training because the school's performance in the past two years was too poor. The principal was angry and wanted to focus on cultivating several shooting talents."

Song Zhen cleared her throat and said, "as we all know, last week, in the national college student demon hunting competition, our school created the worst record in history - directly eliminated in the group stage."

"I won't say much about the specific reasons."

"In short, in recent years, the achievements of emperor capital in various competitions have declined year by year, and the enrollment score has also continued to decline."

"Do you know what will happen next?"

Speaking of this, Song Zhen's expression became serious and said, "your next term is now the third year of senior high school. Their hunting test has just ended. I'll tell you an internal data——

Our imperial capital's qualification line is 42 points lower than Qingyun. Even Zhenhai, Jiangdong and Andrew are inferior, ranking fifth in the country! "

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden silence around him.

Students, look at me and I look at you. Their eyes are full of amazement and disbelief.

Fifth?

DIDU is only fifth?

How is that possible?

When we were in this session, we still ranked second!

"Why, don't you believe it?"

Song Zhen glanced and said, "how did the school ranking come from? Did you decide it by patting the forehead? It depends on the students! If the current students don't work hard, the ranking will be worse year by year!"

"If the ranking is poor, you can't recruit good students, and your record in the second year will be even worse, falling into a vicious circle!"

"You don't want to devalue the imperial capital's diploma before you graduate?"

President Song's words made the students who had just been fooling around look solemn and dignified.

Song Zhen saw that his goal had been preliminarily achieved. He turned the conversation and said, "but let's not say anything else. You still have an advantage in shooting alone."

Then he pointed to himself with his thumb and said, "because I'm in the imperial capital!"

"I can't watch you so abused if I stay in the imperial capital for a day!"

"Why did the headmaster let me take you?"

"Just want to win!"

"But also to win completely!"

Song Zhen cleared her throat and said, "I'm bound to win the champion of the next uh! I'll earn them ten times and a hundred times next year if I lose my face this year!"

"Well, no more nonsense, start class!"

Song Zhen put down her trumpet, gradually withdrew from the rising mood, picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea.

Lu Yao stood in the corner, listening to president Song's morale boosting opening remarks, and his heart beat slightly faster.

As a learning scum, of course, he is not arrogant enough to want to turn around the decline of the school on his own.

However, as a member of the Imperial College, he stood here with a gun, but inexplicably gave birth to a sense of responsibility.

At least, in shooting, I can make a practical contribution to the school.

This feeling is really good.

"This month of winter training, we mainly practice UFO shooting."

With that, Song Zhen took out a remote control from her pocket and pressed the switch.

"Whew -"

"Whew -"

“……”

With a few soft sounds, more than a dozen disc targets were fired from all directions of the shooting range, some from right to left, and some from left to right; Some from near to far, some from far to near

More than a dozen disc targets are intertwined into a net in the air, dazzling.

Song Zhen turned around and said to the students, "a total of 12 target throwing machines were placed in different positions of the shooting range. I used to practice guns with this thing when I was young."

"If you can practice this well, it will be almost the same to fight demons in the battlefield."

"I'll give you a demonstration first."

After that, he grabbed a shotgun from the students nearby and walked to the side of the court.