The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 342 Fancy Hanging
For some reason, things shifted from Zhang Kui and Song Ye to Song Ye and the veteran.

What's more, Song Ye still thinks that his skills are not as good as others. This arrogant young man who dared to rush into the veteran's dormitory in the middle of the night to beat people, and even voluntarily surrendered. Zhang Kui was the first to not believe this kind of nonsense.

But please stay away from him. Of course, he will not take the initiative to lean over. He was even happy to see the result, and poked the veteran's arm, "That's right. Are you No.2 afraid of losing to a new recruit?"

The old soldier's face darkened, he didn't expect that he would be reversed under the watchful eyes of everyone, and Zhang Kui, who had always had a bad temper, would plot against him.

No, the person who plotted against him was the young man in front of him.

Admitting that you can't compete with No.1, it is a reasonable thing to take the second place to compete with No.2.

Song Ye is also right, she is a recruit, but she is not ashamed.

But, if you compare...

"Tsk tsk, I know little Song Ye's black belly, and it's really increasing day by day." Dong Qian shook his head, knowing that Song Ye was going to punish him again without looking.

But this time it's not the unlucky Zhang Kui, but the No.2 good old man recognized by the whole team.

Forced to fight back against the general, the veteran is also unable to get off, and has to deal with the situation.

"Let me use your position." Song Ye passed by Zhang Kui, just dropped this sentence lightly, and stood next to the veteran.

Brother Zhang in front of others, you and you in the queen, Zhang Kui couldn't help scolding Song Ye badly in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface, and even vaguely expected Song Ye to win.

It is true that in any group or team, the first and second places are always in a race to the death. In the Eagles candidate team, the relationship between Zhang Kui, No.1 and No.2 is also quite stalemate.

But this stalemate is not in grades, but in popularity.

In terms of physical fitness and skills, Zhang Kui has always been the well-deserved number one in the team, and he has a long way to go to No.2.But No.2, although his grades are mediocre, is a well-known good guy in the team, good at interpersonal relationships, and he just raised his worth to be on par with Zhang Kui.

So in the eyes of the big guys, Song Ye is no better than the number one Zhang Kui, and naturally he is also no better than the second best old man.

Most of the onlookers came here to see Song Ye's jokes. Seeing her holding the gun slowly, her posture was not standard at all, and she almost couldn't even recognize the bull's-eye. Someone in the team laughed immediately, "Hey, little one , the target is there, don’t miss it.”

Song Ye still looked slow, carefully stuffing bullets into the magazine one by one, as if in fear.

Seeing this, the good man smiled and patted Song Ye on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, I believe you are very talented."

The latter was startled, a bullet fell out, and Ding Dong landed on the stage, making everyone laugh.

Zhang Kui looked at it, feeling very uncomfortable, maybe because he was used to the black-bellied arrogance of the young man, but now this cowardly figure made people feel awkward.

He stretched out his hand for no reason, waved away the good old man's arm, stood beside Song Ye, and slapped Song Ye's back with a slap, "Keep your head up and chest out, don't treat yourself like a bitch. "If you dare to go to their dormitory and beat someone up, don't be cowardly at this time.

At this time, Song Ye was really photographed staggering, and he stood still, looking at Zhang Kui's dark face with a little surprise, and unexpectedly saw a blush of embarrassment.

With a slight lift of the corner of her mouth, she said with a half-smile, "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your guidance."

Zhang Kui was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what he was pointing at.

"Hey, don't dawdle, the instructor will come back later, hurry up if you want to compete." The person next to him held the wind and couldn't help urging.

Song Ye also didn't want the instructor to see this competition, so the two sides quickly opened up and decided the outcome with pistols.

Bang bang bang... The veteran's shooting speed is very fast, and his movements are more than a little different from Bai Zhibin's in the club. But from his posture and eyes, Song Ye can tell that the opponent's strength is not bad.

But just now Song Ye was standing on the sidelines to observe, and she knew exactly how accurate the other party was.

In the case of being slightly behind by half a beat, Song Ye followed suit. The rhythm of the continuous gunshots was not fast, and the posture was a little unadjusted and loose. It looked completely amateurish.

Almost no need to look at the results, everyone can guess.

After ten shots were fired, the two clicked the button to draw the bullseye closer to check the results.

The old good man's full play is considered to be ninety rings, which is considered to be above the middle level, and there are many people in the team who can achieve this result.

"Haha, I made a mistake this time, forgive me." Before everyone could speak, the good old man found a step down by himself.He ranks second in the overall level, but when it comes to shooting guns, his aptitude is still mediocre. However, his public relations are in place on weekdays, which creates the illusion of outstanding achievements.

But even if he admitted his mistake, no one would think that he would lose.

Sure enough, a few veterans comforted him, "It's not your fault. It's been two rounds, and it's inevitable that I'll lose my head. This result is enough to crush the rookies."

It is human nature to step on the high and step on the low, and good people are very good at taking advantage of this.

With everyone's words, it seemed that Song Ye had already suffered a crushing defeat, and the result could be ignored.

But when they stretched their necks curiously to look at them, their jaws almost dropped when they counted them carefully.

91 ring.

They rubbed their eyes several times, and re-verified several times, almost trying to see through the target in front of Song Ye. In the end, they all turned into a hellish expression.

It's incredible for a new recruit to touch a gun for the first time and get a score of 91 after ten shots.

But if she had practiced before, the scene where she failed to load the bullet just now flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and her posture and technique did not look like a veteran at all.

Could it be... is this another talent?

Song Ye rubbed his wrists, as if he couldn't stand the recoil of the pistol, he turned to Zhang Kui and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your guidance."

ah?Zhang Kui, who was also immersed in shock, froze for a moment, opened his mouth wide, and didn't understand what Song Ye meant.

But the good old man was choked, and his face finally became a little tense. He changed several colors in turn, and finally turned red.

Song Ye said thank you Zhang Kui, isn't he indirectly saying that he is not as good as the newcomer Zhang Kui pointed out.

It's no shame for a recruit to lose, but his No. 2, who claimed to be on par with Zhang Kui, lost to the newcomer, and his face was really slapped.

All three of the wild wolves outside turned around and laughed so hard that their stomachs cramped. This Song Ye's fancy hanging and beating is really fucking bad.

(End of this chapter)