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Chapter 375 - Not Doing Well With a Fifty-Meter Target

Chapter 375: Not Doing Well With a Fifty-Meter Target

“Look, I was right wasn’t I?!” Gu Qian jumped up on her bed. “Who is it?”

Clearly, she refused to give up on finding out who it was.

Gu Qingjiu’s lips curled. “I’m going to take a nap now. I have training in the afternoon, I need to rest well.”

Then, without waiting for Gu Qian to reply, she fell onto her bed and started her nap.

Seeing that she was about to nap, Gu Qian and Chu Lian couldn’t very well disturb her rest.

Hence, they too took a nap.

The training in the afternoon was physical training, unsurprisingly.

They were made to run more than ten rounds around the field before doing squats.

Merely the thought of it made one feel a sense of despair.

Thankfully, Gu Qingjiu had trained in the troops for so long that she was quite used to it already.

Many of her classmates couldn’t even get to their feet by the time they were done. After standing straight for half an hour in their military posture, they still had to go for class.

Since their training was intense, if one wished to stay awake in class, taking naps was a necessity.

As with an ordinary university, no matter how lousy one’s results were, the most important thing was to ensure that they didn’t fail in any subjects.

When the rest were done with their classes, they could go back to their dormitory to rest. However, Gu Qingjiu still had to undergo training at the Shooting Department.

Since she was given an additional option than the rest, she had to put in the corresponding effort.

She had just started training with a moving target and she couldn’t slack on that.

When she reached the Shooting Department, Gu Qingjiu started practicing with a fifty-meter moving target without even taking a break.

As usual, she was the only one practicing with a fifty-meter target, making Gu Qingjiu seriously wonder how many people there were in the Shooting Department.

As it started getting warmer indoors, Gu Qingjiu removed her jacket, revealing the army green short-sleeved T-shirt underneath that the school gave her.

The loose T-shirt perfectly displayed her wonderful figure. Even though she was wearing baggy military pants, she looked like a model in that outfit.

A good-looking person with a good figure would look good in anything—that was true.

If this good-looking person was also hardworking...

The moment Lu Yibin entered, he saw Gu Qingjiu staring at the target ahead with a serious expression.

He could feel that every shot she fired, she had put in her utmost effort.

The droplets of perspiration on her forehead seemed to glisten, making one fall into a daze looking at her.

He kept silent and watched for a while until Gu Qingjiu sensed a presence and turned around and saw him. “Vice-Commander?”

“How does practice feel?”

Lu Yibin walked over with a smile. Gu Qingjiu shook her head. “So-so.”

Indeed, her condition wasn’t as good as when she was practicing with a stationary target.

“But I saw that in every shot you fired, regardless of how fast the target was moving, you never missed the target entirely and would strike at least the third ring. This was a strong performance. You’re just lacking precision. With your outstanding results with a stationary target, you’re bound to catch up with your moving target sooner or later.”

Lu Yibin encouraged Gu Qingjiu, revealing a charming smile on his handsome face.

Too bad Gu Qingjiu couldn’t appreciate that.

Instead, she gazed seriously at him, and she said, “I’m not making much improvement with a fifty-meter target. Should I change to a twenty-meter target?”

Lu Yibin was unsure whether to laugh or to cry. “You’re merely practicing with a moving target for the second time. If this isn’t considered an improvement, how should your comrades in the Shooting Department think? Some of them primarily used a five-meter target when they started practicing moving targets. And yet, here you are, starting with a fifty-meter target. Just think about how scary that is.”

“No, I merely feel that...” She wasn’t doing well with a fifty-meter target.

Gu Qingjiu, who wasn’t doing this on purpose, smiled in embarrassment.

Her considerations were based on her own condition, and she hadn’t thought so much.