My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

Lin Mo's voice rang out.

He agreed to Ma Zhenguo's request without any hesitation.

Since we've chosen to be high-profile this time, let's go all the way with it.

A 50% hit rate?

It wasn't too difficult for Lin Mo!

Even with a skillful hand at your side, if you can't even achieve a 50% hit rate, then all I can say is... the system is too useless!

system:"……"

Grandma Li's!!

In contrast, An Youyu seemed not to have heard anything. She squatted on the ground, writing and drawing on a bullet casing. As she calculated, the confidence in her eyes grew stronger.

A minute passes in the blink of an eye.

An Youyu threw away the spent cartridge and immediately set up her gun.

A loud 'bang' echoed across the playground.

The next second, the electronic screen to An Youyu's right displayed the footage captured by a high-definition camera. The colored bullet and the cartridge case on the first wooden strip were about half a foot apart, with a height difference of about ten centimeters.

Such a small error amazed countless students.

"Holy crap, so close?"

"Too good!"

"Hiss... that marksmanship is a bit creepy!"

"Holy crap! I believe An Youyu's previous score of 100 rings was absolutely real. At this distance, you can't even see the bullet casings. How did she manage to have such a small margin of error?"

...

"The wind force decreased by 1."

Just as An Youyu was puzzled, she heard Lin Mo's voice beside her. She looked up in confusion, "How did you know?"

How would I know?

Lin Mo's question startled An Youyu, who suddenly realized that Lin Mo was a level nine body cultivator. A martial artist of this level would definitely have a perception ability far beyond that of ordinary people, and would naturally be able to sense changes that she could not.

An Youyu raised her gun again, her brain working like a computer, a new formula flashing through her mind.

The next second, gunfire rang out.

In an instant, everyone craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the electronic screen to An Youyu's right, waiting for the latest shooting footage.

How much worse will it be this time?

Chapter 594 Do you control everything, even shooting?

As everyone waited in anticipation, the electronic screen displayed footage of An Youyu firing her second bullet.

In slow motion (100x), the bullet accurately hit the bottom of the cartridge case on the wooden strip, causing the cartridge case to deform and fly away.

"I rely on!"

"This... it hit?"

"Zun Du Fake Du?"

"Holy crap, this is 100 meters! And this is a rifle!"

...

After a brief silence, the playground erupted in chaos.

Not to mention these students who had never seen the world, even the four instructors were shocked by An Youyu's shot.

Li Weizhi stared blankly at the electronic screen for a moment.

Zhao Qingyang shook Liu Tai's shoulder, "Old Liu, I think I was hallucinating just now... ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Tai pinched his thigh hard.

Zhao Qingyang gasped and cursed, "Old Liu, what do you mean by this? Why did you pinch me for no reason?"

"Does it hurt?"

"nonsense!"

"It's normal for it to hurt; it means you're not hallucinating."

"Damn it! Why don't you pinch yourself?"

"I fear pain."

Hearing Liu Tai's self-righteous answer, Zhao Qingyang rolled his eyes in anger. "You're afraid of pain, but don't you think I'm not?"

"A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist."

"..."

Wang Bo had no interest in watching the two's commotion; his eyes were fixed on An Youyu, who was a few meters away.

This girl...

How evil!

Honestly, even for highly skilled veterans like them, the M-106V rifle would have a very low hit rate when hitting a bullet casing at a distance of 100 meters.

genius?

At this moment, Wang Bo realized the true value of those two words for An Youyu.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

...

Taking advantage of the unchanged wind speed, An Youyu fired continuously. Although it was not as fast as when she was shooting at the target at ten meters, it was not much worse.

In the rapid-fire mode, the recoil of the gun made her look swaying, which was strangely comical.

The rapid firing rate kept the technicians responsible for editing the footage busy, their hands flying across the keyboard as if they had a grudge against it.

Third shot, hit!

Fourth shot, hit!

...

She hit the target again on the ninth shot, and on the tenth shot, a gentle breeze stirred the hair on An Youyu's side.

Her hair obscured her vision, and with the continuous firing, the gun in her hand felt incredibly heavy. Her delicate body staggered, and she accidentally tilted the muzzle of the gun upwards.

"Bam—"

Just a second before she pulled the trigger, Lin Mo appeared behind her.

Shoulder press!

Elbow dragging!

In just a moment, An Youyu's design angle was corrected.

An Youyu looked up in confusion and saw Lin Mo behind her. She blinked first, and then weakly explained, "It's not my fault. This gun is too heavy. Holding it for so long is tiring."

"Who said I blame you?"

Amidst countless gazes, Lin Mo gently patted her head. "Now you believe in yourself, right? Don't keep feeling like you can't do it."

An Youyu smiled shyly, "This is all thanks to you."

Lin Mo: "?"

Seeing that Lin Mo didn't seem to understand, An Youyu lowered her eyes slightly and said, "You said I was good, that's why I hit the target."

"..."

Lin Mo found this explanation hard to accept, so he leaned closer to her earlobe and asked, "I said you can fly to the sky, can you really fly to the sky?"

"can!"

An Youyu glanced back and hesitated, "But there are so many people here, I can't fly."

"..."

Wow, this girl's comprehension skills are amazing!

Just as Lin Mo was about to say something, Wang Bo and Li Weizhi walked over side by side. Wang Bo raised the megaphone in his hand and announced loudly, "An Youyu, nine out of ten shots hit the target, a 90% hit rate!"

"Wow..."

The playground erupted in applause.

This time, all the students applauded spontaneously; An Youyu's shooting skills had completely impressed them.

At this moment, the most awkward person was Ma Zhenguo. He stood in front of the line, unsure whether to applaud or not.

He had previously set a 10% hit rate standard, but An Youyu managed to achieve a 90% hit rate, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face to everyone.

This time, however, Ma Zhenguo could find no reason to refute it. Under the capture of the high-definition camera, the shooting scene was clearly displayed in front of everyone.

In this situation, we can only wait!

Once Lin Mo's hit rate drops below 50%, it proves that there was definitely something fishy about Lin Mo's previous shooting performance.

Thinking of this, Ma Zhenguo could only lower his head and try to make himself less noticeable.

But the next second, someone messaged him.

Wang Bo strode up to Ma Zhenguo and said with a half-smile, "Young man, do you still doubt the authenticity of the shooting results?"

Ma Zhenguo said with a straight face, "Instructor, we can only prove An Youyu's shooting skills now. Lin Mo hasn't started shooting yet. You can ask me after he finishes."

Wang Bo nodded. "Okay, I'll ask you again later."

After saying that, he turned to Lin Mo and nodded, "Get ready."