After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

"You can't see the target clearly?"

The sports reporter was a little confused.

"Yes."

Song Lingyan smiled jokingly: "I can only see a general direction, and the rest depends on the fog."

"Hahaha."

The audience in the shooting gallery were amused by her humorous answer.

Even the head coach of the national team had a witty smile on his face.

"Then you're too accurate."

The sports reporter's thinking was obviously led astray.

"Hahaha."

Another wave of cheerful laughter sounded in the shooting gallery.

Song Lingyan rarely had a dark side, so she continued to lead him into the pit: "I hope I can always be so accurate."

"Based on your strength, there will definitely be no problem."

The reporter from the sports station answered smoothly. Before he could react, he had fallen into the pit and could not get out.

The cameraman didn't look at it and silently turned off the camera.

Song Lingyan caught his action with sharp eyes, ignored the reporters, waved to her relatives and friends in the audience, and left the shooting gallery.

~

"Sister, you are great, big brother is proud of you."

During the lunch break, Song Lingxiao was as excited as a child, hugging her sister and not wanting to let go.

"This is just the preliminary round."

Song Lingyan let her elder brother hug her and quietly enjoyed the warm moment.

"Brother believes it."

Song Lingxiao was extremely proud of the glory that belonged to her eldest brother: "In the finals this afternoon, my sister will definitely achieve better results and shock the world."

"it is good!"

Song Lingyan raised her fist and echoed emphatically: "With what my eldest brother says, my sister can't help but break a world record."

"Xiao Song, it's time for a massage."

Coach Liu knocked on the door with a medicine box, interrupting the warm interaction between the brother and sister.

"How many rings is the world record?"

Song Lingxiao took advantage of Coach Liu to take off her sister's bandages and continued the previous topic.

"In the finals, I shot 46 rings quickly."

Coach Liu opened his mouth without even raising his head.

"If you have 50 rings, you have to hit 46 rings."

Song Lingxiao frowned. He was also a shooting enthusiast and knew how difficult it was for shooters.

Song Lingyan joked that it was all because of the misunderstanding. Although it was a joke, it was also true.

No one can clearly see the center of the target 25 meters away.

It really depends on the shooter's intuition to shoot every shot.

This is why there is no consistent winner on the shooting range. Even the best athletes will make mistakes.

"Brother, don't worry, you still don't believe me."

Song Lingyan blinked her eyes playfully. With Coach Liu present, her words were more subtle: "Your sister is very human. She came here in a hail of bullets."

"Brother believes in you."

Naturally, Song Lingxiao immediately understood what she meant. Thinking of her sister's death and leaving no trace of her body, she was filled with heartache.

“What is very human?”

Coach Liu listened to the conversation between the brothers and sisters with his ears raised, and interrupted by the way.

"That's what Superman means."

Song Lingyan smiled playfully and deliberately teased him: "It's like Spider-Man."

"Oh."

Coach Liu understood, thought for a while, and nodded seriously: "That's it, I understand. You are indeed very human, otherwise you wouldn't have made such rapid progress."

"Hahaha."

Song Lingyan was amused by his serious expression, and laughed hard.

"You are naughty again."

Song Lingxiao tapped her sister's forehead with her finger. It seemed like she was reproaching her, but in fact, she was full of pampering. ~

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the exciting 25-meter women's pistol rapid fire final began.

Among the top eight contestants this time, four have won national championships, two are Asian state champions, and one is a world champion.

Song Lingyan is the youngest and the only new face in the women's 25m final of the championship.

Elites gather!

It was exactly what Coach Ge said.

To compete with the world champion, you need to have the courage of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

~
The rules for the 25-meter women's pistol rapid fire final are the same as those for the Youth Shooting Championship.

All preliminary results will be invalidated and scores will be recalculated.

Above 10.2 rings, the green light is displayed to pass.

All results below 10.2 will be considered invalid and a red light will be displayed.

There are ten rounds in the finals, with five shots in each round.

The total score is 50 points based on the valid points passed with the green light.

The eight participating team members will first play three rounds and ten bullets, and they will be sorted according to the effective score.

Starting from the fourth round, the lowest ranked player is eliminated.

~

Song Lingxiao thought about her sister's joke about breaking the world record, and nervously clenched her right fist.

Assistant Wu happened to be sitting on his right. Seeing his boss's nervous expression, he subconsciously reached for the inner pocket of his suit.

The moment his fingertips touched the chewing gum, he took it back as if he was burned.

Forget it, for the sake of his senior assistant salary of 30 yuan per year, he would not get into trouble with his boss.

He looked really nervous though.

Definitely very much needed.

~

Drawing lots before the game, Song Lingyan got target position No. 3.

Coach Liu helped her place the firearms equipment. After inspection by the staff, the competition officially began.

The moment Song Lingyan put on earmuffs, brown sunglasses, and raised her pistol, her aura suddenly changed.

The 17-year-old girl has a murderous and decisive aura lingering all over her body.

It seemed as if the location she was in at the moment was not a shooting gallery filled with people, but a battlefield filled with bullets.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a suffocating killing intent.

The darker the light in his eyes, the more murderous he is.

The spectators watching the game were shocked by the girl's astonishing momentum. They spoke less and less, and the shooting hall gradually became quiet.

The first round begins and the green light above the target lights up.

Song Lingyan pulled the trigger, and the moment the light above the target turned green, the bullet came out and penetrated the target with a roar.

The scorer lights up green and the score is valid.

The breathing of the audience had just calmed down a little as the green light turned on, and the second shot had already been fired from the target.

"Bang bang bang."

A bullet is fired every three seconds. Almost in an instant, all the remaining four bullets have been fired.

The four green lights on the scorer light up in sequence, indicating that the first round has been passed with perfect scores.

There was a faint sound in the shooting gallery.

Some spectators whispered to each other, while more people held their breath and did not dare to take a breath for fear of disturbing the participating team members competing in the venue.

~

Song Lingyan focused on the game. After the first round, she took back her pistol and filled the bullets one by one.

The brain nerves did not rest along with the body. They were still extremely excited and highly concentrated. They were always in a state of discovering the enemy and launching an attack.

Rapid-fire competition is fast-paced and athletes don’t have much time to rest.

The five bullets are filled and the second round begins.

There was a dark ink color in Song Lingyan's eyes. The moment he raised his pistol, an astonishing evil aura was revealed, like a messenger from hell, exaggerating the frightening terror.

"Bang bang bang..."

Five bullets roared out in a row without any pause, penetrating the bullseye five times in a row.