So Many Love Letters For Ye Jian
Editor: Henyee Translations
When the other students all came down from the shooting platform, the soldiers who were standing by the rifles picked them up and removed the magazines and checked for rounds in the rifles… The only safe rifles are the ones without bullets.
The soldiers in the trenches climbed out to count the scores of the last batch of students. Seeing that the Class One's No.5 position only registered a shot on target, the soldiers didn't notice anything wrong.
To tell the truth, the students' scores were not easy to count. They only had three bullets, but the targets had six or seven bullet holes - there were students who were so off-target that the bullets landed on another target.
The scores were just data, to let the students know that there was a record.
They left after counting the scores. The Grade Twelve classes started to leave the shooting range class by class.