Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

When the gray-haired youth Zhao Tianyou heard Xu Jia agree so readily, a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at the group of friends behind Xu Jia, who were clearly nervous and uneasy, and his sarcasm deepened.

"It's no fun just the two of us comparing ourselves," Zhao Tianyou said slowly, his voice carrying a deliberate arrogance.

"We'll have five people on each side. Each person will have ten bullets and will use the same pistol. At the end, we'll calculate the total score of the five people, and the side with the higher total score wins."

He paused, his gaze sweeping mockingly over Xu Jia's group of friends whose expressions had subtly changed.

"How about it, you country bumpkin? Want to play?"

His four companions immediately burst into laughter, looking at Xu Jia and the others as if they were lambs to the slaughter.

They observed that, apart from Xu Jia himself, who probably practiced target shooting often, the others on Xu Jia's side were either girls or looked like frail scholars, and their eyes when looking at guns revealed unfamiliarity and fear.

The combined score of five people? It's practically handing victory over to them!

"Young Master Xu, don't agree! You're the one who's always having fun..."

"Yeah, Xu Jia, it's a provocation! They're deliberately using numbers to bully the few!"

Xu Jia's friends, including Wang Hao and Zhang Wei, immediately tried to dissuade him in hushed tones, their faces full of anxiety.

Xu Jia seemed not to hear him. He stared at Zhao Tianyou's face, which was full of provocation, and his blood boiled.

"Fine! Five people it is! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

He agreed immediately, his voice firm and resolute.

"Good! That's bold!" Zhao Tianyou clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of his victory.

Xu Jia turned around and began to assign troops.

"Brother Lin, you're one too." He looked at Lin Feng first.

"Okay." Lin Feng nodded calmly, as if he were agreeing to go have a cup of tea.

"Brother Zhao, you count as one too." Xu Jia then looked at Zhao Weiguo, who had been standing silently behind Lin Feng.

Zhao Weiguo looked at Lin Feng, and seeing Lin Feng nod slightly, he replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

"Wait!" Zhao Tianyou immediately interrupted, pointing at Zhao Weiguo, "This guy doesn't count! Judging by his appearance, he's probably just a bodyguard or a veteran, right? It's unfair for us to involve such professionals!"

He wasn't stupid. Zhao Weiguo's lean physique and steady eyes showed that he had handled real weapons and might even have been on the battlefield.

Letting him join would be too risky.

"Bullshit!" Xu Jia immediately retorted. "Brother Zhao came with us, he's one of ours! The rules only say each side should send five people, they didn't specify their identities! If you're scared, kneel down now and beg grandpa to admit defeat!"

"You!" Zhao Tianyou was so choked up that his face turned red, and anger flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at the composed Lin Feng, then at the expressionless yet intimidating Zhao Weiguo, and finally at his four cronies who, while having some experience with guns, were only so-so in skill.

I quickly weighed the options in my mind.

Even if one of them seemed to be a professional, the guy surnamed Lin looked like a pretty boy student, and the others weren't much better.

In a five-on-five match, our side still has a huge advantage!

"Fine! So what if we include him!" Zhao Tianyou sneered, feigning generosity. "Don't make excuses when you lose!"

Xu Jia ultimately chose Wang Hao and Li Ming, who were among his friends who were most familiar with guns.

The five-person team was thus formed: Xu Jia, Lin Feng, Zhao Weiguo, Wang Hao, and Li Ming.

"Tell me, how exactly do you want to calculate it?" Zhao Tianyou crossed his arms, looking confident of victory.

"Simple," Xu Jia said. "Each person gets ten bullets, each shot goes up to a perfect ten, for a total of one hundred points. Five people, five hundred points in total. Let's see who gets the highest total score. Are you in?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhao Tianyou sneered. "I'm just afraid you won't even get 300 points, that would be too embarrassing."

"Stop talking nonsense, who wants to go first?" Xu Jia said impatiently.

"Since you've come from afar, let me show you what it's like." Zhao Tianyou waved his hand dismissively, indicating that his side should go first.

Of the five people on his side, besides himself, the other four had varying skill levels.

But because he played a lot at the club, even the worst player could barely get three or four hundred rings (a tie).

Zhao Tianyou was the first to go up, and he chose a Glock 17 pistol.

Get into position, aim, and pull the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

After firing ten bullets, the target display showed 68 rings.

"Young Master Zhao is amazing!" His companion immediately flattered him.

Zhao Tianyou proudly raised his chin and stepped aside.

Next, his four companions took the stage one by one.

The scores were: 62 rings, 55 rings, 58 rings, and 57 rings.

Total score for the five participants: 300 rings.

An average of 60 rings per person is quite good for an amateur player, especially considering the high cost of bullets and the high stakes.

"Your turn, you country bumpkins." Zhao Tianyou looked at Xu Jia provocatively. "Don't let your hands shake so much that you miss the target."

On Xu Jia's side, Wang Hao and Li Ming turned even paler when they saw that the opponent's total score was 300 rings.

They estimated that they would be grateful if they could score 30 or 40 points.

The pressure felt like a tangible weight pressing down on my heart.

"Brother Lin..." Xu Jia took a deep breath and looked at Lin Feng, a hint of worry in his eyes.

He knew Lin Feng's learning ability was abnormally strong, but when it came to shooting, if you've never touched one, you've never touched one; you can't learn just by looking at it.

"Don't worry." Lin Feng patted his shoulder, his tone strangely calm. "With their performance, they can't win."

He didn't even look at Zhao Tianyou and the others, but instead glanced at the target paper in the distance and then at Zhao Weiguo beside him.

Zhao Weiguo nodded almost imperceptibly.

Although Xu Jia was unsure of himself, he was somewhat inspired by Lin Feng's composure.

"I'll go first!"

He gritted his teeth and picked up the same Glock 17 as Zhao Tianyou.

Adjust your breathing and try to recall the feeling of playing with guns in the past.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

After ten shots, the score was: 70 rings!

He was two rings higher than Zhao Tianyou!

"Well done, Young Master Xu!" Wang Hao and Li Ming couldn't help but cheer.

Zhao Tianyou's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his disdain: "Just lucky."

Next up are Wang Hao and Li Ming.

The two were so nervous that their palms were sweaty and their movements were stiff.

The results are in: Wang Hao 25 ​​rings, Li Ming 26 rings.

The two of them combined only scored 51 points, which is less than Xu Jia's score alone.

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Tianyou burst into unrestrained laughter.

"That's it? I thought it was something more impressive!"

"Both of them combined aren't even as tall as our worst guy! That's hilarious!"

"Your total score is only... 121 rings? Unless the other two are gods and can score a perfect 200 rings, but is that even possible? Hahaha!"

As Zhao Tianyou calculated the bills, his smile grew brighter and brighter, as if he could already see Xu Jia kneeling down, calling him "Grandpa," and taking out his credit card to pay off all the bills.

Xu Jia's expression also turned ugly.

Wang Hao and Li Ming lowered their heads in shame.

The pressure now rested entirely on Lin Feng and Zhao Weiguo, who had yet to appear.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Lin, it's all up to you!" Xu Jia clenched his fists, his eyes filled with the last hope.

Lin Feng smiled at him and walked towards the shooting position with Zhao Weiguo.

The two men didn't even prepare much, and casually picked up two pistols of the same model next to them.

He checked the firearms and loaded the magazines with movements as fluid as breathing.

"Pretending to be something you're not," one of Zhao Tianyou's companions chuckled under his breath.

However, the next second.

Lin Feng and Zhao Weiguo raised their guns almost simultaneously, aimed, and pulled the triggers!

Their firing rate was astonishingly fast!

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

It's not about firing one shot at a time, but about firing continuously and rapidly!

All ten bullets were fired in just five seconds!

The smoke from the gun barrels had not yet dissipated.

An eerie silence fell over the entire firing range.

Everyone was stunned, including the coach and Zhao Tianyou's group.

Is this rate of fire... something an amateur player could achieve?

Moreover, judging from their postures, they were as stable as statues, and the recoil seemed to have no effect on them.

"Report the target." Zhao Weiguo put down his gun, his voice calm.

The coach was startled and quickly pressed the target reporting button.

Both electronic screens lit up simultaneously.

On the left, Lin Feng's scores:

100 rings.

On the right, Zhao Weiguo's score:

100 rings.

Double 100 rings! Full marks!

"Impossible!!" Zhao Tianyou screamed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

His companions were also dumbfounded, their mouths agape, like ducks being choked.

After a brief moment of mental blankness, Xu Jia's side erupted in deafening cheers!

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Brother Lin is awesome! Brother Zhao is awesome!" Xu Jia jumped up excitedly and hugged Wang Hao tightly.

Wang Hao and Li Ming were also flushed and trembling with excitement.

Two perfect scores! A full 200 rings!

Adding the previous 121 rings, the total score is 321 rings!

They surpassed Zhao Tianyou and his team by 300 rings... 21 rings!

They won!

Lin Feng and Zhao Weiguo put down their guns, their expressions unchanged, as if they had only done a trivial matter.