I'm really not a genius

Chapter 2

meanwhile.

In the central control room on the second floor of the shooting hall, five or six staff are debugging equipment to prepare for the upcoming shooting test.

Among these people, a gray haired old man sat leisurely on the sofa, drinking tea, crossing his legs, glancing at the images on the big screen from time to time, which was incompatible with the busy atmosphere around him.

"Headmaster song, this is the result that has come out at present. Please have a look."

A staff member held the newly printed grade book and handed it to the old man respectfully.

The old man took the grade book, nodded and said, "well, be busy with you."

The staff left with a flattering smile on their face.

Another staff member took a thermos and carefully added some hot water to the old man's tea cup; Another person pushed an electric heater from the side and baked it at the old man's feet. The service was very considerate.

The old man took it in peace of mind, took a sip of tea and didn't have half a promotion.

The old man's name is Song Zhen. He is the shooting instructor of the school. At the same time, he also has a virtual title of vice president.

In the first half of his life, he was on the battlefield and created a prestigious reputation. Therefore, he was quite respected in the school.

However, Song Zhen did great deeds as a demon hunter, but as a headmaster, he did nothing.

Since he retired from the front three years ago and came to the imperial demon hunting college, he has basically done nothing serious.

Every day is nothing more than ordering a Mao, making a cup of tea, walking around the office building, and then going back to the house to play a game. It's boring and wasted day by day.

Occasionally, nobody cares if he is late. It doesn't matter if he doesn't come. Anyway, what the school needs is the name of "gun god Song Zhen", and no one expects him to do anything.

When the day comes, the salary will naturally hit his card.

Song Zhen thought that the days of salted fish would last until she retired.

Unexpectedly, last month, the headmaster suddenly said: the teaching quality of the school is declining year by year, and this year is in a huge crisis. I hope headmaster song will help anyway.

Song Zhen took other people's hands short, and it was not easy to refuse directly.

After some wrangling, he finally promised: starting this year, he will take three undergraduates each year and teach them shooting skills hand in hand.

As for the candidates, we will use the shooting winter training during the winter vacation to select them.

Therefore, Song Zhen has been soaking in the shooting Hall these days to see if there are any good seedlings worth cultivating.

Unfortunately, after watching it for a long time, he didn't see any pleasing to the eye.

Song Zhen opened the grade book at hand.

At present, the highest score is Tang Kexin in class 5, 496 ring, which is unique.

He knows this girl. She is a former professional shooter. She grew up holding a gun pole. Naturally, others can't compete.

The rest

"Oh, no, no, these children can't."

Song Zhen couldn't help shaking her head.

There are only a few 480 + in a thick report card, and the overall performance is terrible.

What's going on? A clever woman can't make bricks without rice.

"Di -"

"Di -"

"Di -"

At this time, the three tone prompt sound starts, announcing that the next exam is about to begin.

Song Zhen temporarily closed her grade book and turned her eyes to the monitoring screen in the central control room.

After 15 seconds, all 12 students completed the first round of shooting, and the results were quickly fed back to the screen.

Song Zhen stared at the big screen and looked down:

No. 1, 42 ring;

No. 2, 40 ring;

No. 3, 45 ring;

No. 4, ring 39;

No. 5, ring 47. Ah, this No. 5 is OK. Let's see how he will do in the next round;

No. 6, ring 50

Song Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

"50 rings?"

——Someone hit a full ring?

"Help me see. What's the name of No. 6?"

Song Zhen turned and asked.

The staff checked it and quickly replied, "candidate No. 6 is Lu Yao."

……

At this time, Lu Yuan was in an unprecedented state of calm.

He held the gun and felt that the gun had become a part of his body.

50 meters away, a A4 paper size gun target and a 1 yuan bull's-eye can't be seen clearly by normal human eyes, but Lu Yao knows where the bull's-eye is.

This sense of certainty is unclear.

"Drop -"

A prompt sound began, announcing the beginning of the second round of shooting.

Lu Yao silently felt his heartbeat. He lit the door, the collimation and the bull's-eye. At three o'clock and one line, he pulled the trigger between the two heartbeats.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the recoil force came. Lu Yao's right shoulder withdrew slightly and lightly removed the force. There was no shaking in other parts of his body.

Instead of checking his grades, he pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

“……”

After five shots, Lu Yao put down his rifle and looked up at the electronic scoreboard on the east wall of the venue.

50 rings!

All in!

After two rounds of shooting, Lu Yao scored 100 rings, temporarily ranking first in this group of candidates, while the second place scored only 87 rings.

There was a commotion at the venue.

"100 rings? I'll wipe it!"

"Who is this?"

"Who's number six? What's the situation?"

"Lu Yao? Shit, what medicine did he take?"

“……”

At this time, the staff in the central control room also looked at each other.

Compared with the candidates outside, they can see more data here.

10 rings is only the upper limit of scoring in this exam. In fact, there is a decimal point on it.

The bullet rubbed the outer ring of 10 rings, which is 10.0 rings; And right in the center of the 10 ring, this is the 10.9 ring.

It looks like the same 10 rings. In fact, it's a hundred miles away.

The candidate in position 6 just shot 10 shots and 10.9 rings.

This is obviously a set of abnormal data.

As the venue uses electronic targets, the monitor immediately contacted the technical personnel of the venue to ask whether the electronic targets and scoreboards are faulty.

After 3 minutes, the technician replied that there was no fault and everything was normal.

At this time, the examination had reached the fourth round, and Lu Yao at position 6 still maintained the record of full ring, which surprised several staff members.

At this time, Song Zhen, who was originally sitting on the sofa, had already stood up. His eyes glittered, like a hungry dog suddenly saw a fried ribs.

"Tune monitoring!"

Song Zhen said, "come on, help me cut the lens of position 6!"

The staff quickly responded and cut the monitoring image of position 6 to the main screen.

Song Zhen looked up and saw a boy's side face on the screen.

The boy is very thin and white, with clear lines of mandible and a unique sense of thinness of young people.

His posture of holding the gun is very standard. The butt of the gun is tightly pressed on his shoulder, his head is slightly to the right, his body center of gravity is forward, and the whole person is motionless.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

“……”

Another round of shooting began. Lu Yao fired five shots at almost the same interval. The rhythm of the shots sounded very comfortable.

A moment later, according to the result statistics, Lu Yao still had 5 rounds and 10 rings.

Song Zhen's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help cocking up.

I found the treasure!

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Lao Hu? This is Song Zhen."

"Can you help me see if there is one named 'Lu Yao' in the winter training list?"

"No? Then add it for me."

"Yes, freshman, from class 15 of the combat department."

"It's called Luyao, the land of the land, the distant distance."