An Idiot
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Ye Jian, sorry to trouble you again."
"I don't know why, but I just believe you."
"Me too. I feel at ease with Ye Jian around."
Ye Jian looked at them while they were talking in front of the instructor, and she saw the trust in their eyes. A faint but comfortable smile appeared on her face, "Okay, we're the last group, let the whole class cheer for you."
It was just a simple task and she had no reason to refuse it. After all, this was also part of high school life. It was something that she didn't experience in her previous life, and she was willing to help these classmates who were smiling sincerely.
Ye Jian, who should have been the second group to complete the shooting, became the last group. When the command was given, the first batch of ten students was already standing in front of the loaded Type 81 semi-automatic rifles. They laid on the ground and held the handle tightly while they placed their index fingers near the trigger.