Weapon Practice (3)

Qian Fei Liu was numb.

He tried his best to focus on his target but the sound of shooting from the side when Nan Hua made her shot made his heart shaken.

Because though the lenses, he could see that Nan Hua always reached the middle of the target. There was almost no deviancy in the slightest bit and every single bullet reached that hole.

While his?

He tried his best and found that some bullets still reached the ninth or the eight ring.

It was not as stable as Nan Hua.

A bitter smile appeared on his face. It seemed that his request to compete with Nan Hua was nothing more than a joke. Just from this alone, Qian Fei Liu could guess that he was definitely not Nan Hua's match.

'How did she manage to improve so much?'

Qian Fei Liu could still remember that when Nan Hua first enter the Military Academy A High School back then, Nan Hua's result was far from how she is right now. In fact, it could be said to be quite bad.