How Many Shots Should She Make?

"No need." Leng Yuanjin stood up, heading for his desk. Shangguan Qingmu watched as he picked up the binoculars from his desk, then moved to the window, saying, "I'll just watch from here." Shangguan Qingmu: "???" Two hundred meters away, the obstacle course. Mo Shu broke the military district's 150-meter obstacle race record with an astounding speed, leading their highest record by a full eight seconds. After everyone was shocked, the scene roared uncontrollably. "Old Hou, you set the record for this 150-meter obstacle race back then, how fast were you running again?" After calming down, a fellow instructor asked Instructor Hou, his eyes focused on Mo Shu, who was slowly walking back. He shook his head and sighed, "She's a prodigy." Instructor Hou didn't respond, his eyes were also focused on Mo Shu. After a moment, Instructor Hou said, "She's not giving her full effort." [Hopefully, you can maintain this calm composure in a few days.] [And hopefully Instructor Hou can too.] Instructor Hou suddenly remembered his conversation with Mo Shu. "Not using her full effort?" The fellow instructor was shocked, nodding, "She would make an excellent soldier. Such a pity, she's just a girl." "Can you see from here?" Shangguan Qingmu leaned to the window, glancing at Leng Yuanjin. Then looking out the window, on the field, the obstacle course was filled with students dressed in military uniforms, indistinguishable from each other. "Whom are you watching?" Shangguan Qingmu noticed that Leng Yuanjin was focus on one spot, obviously having a target person. Leng Yujin did not answer, instead, he asked, "Is there anything different about this year's military training for freshmen compared to previous years?" "Same as every year, which aspect are you referring to?" "For example, which student has shown an outstanding physical capability?" "Outstanding? You mean those tiny fellows whose arms and legs are not even fully grown?" Shangguan Qingmu increasingly felt that Leng Yujin was strange. Leng Yujin slightly raised an eyebrow, was he holding back? Or did it not pass into Shangguan Qingmu's ears? Given his understanding of Mo Shu, it was most likely the latter. Leng Yujin stayed by the window for over half an hour. In the end, he put down his binoculars and moved away from the window. And just as he turned around, dozens of meters away Mo Shu, who was following the main body towards the canteen, lifted her head to look at the window... Leng Yujin: "I brought some things for the female students who are in military training, take the trouble to distribute them later." Shangguan Qingmu: "Huh? You brought something for the female students?" Sure enough, there is a problem; the trick is as big as the playground! A soldier beside came closer to Shangguan Qingmu's ear and said, "It's some sunscreen and insect repellent." After hearing it, Shangguan Qingmu directly asked Leng Yujin, "Wait, what on earth is going on with you today?" Leng Yuanjin: "I'm just caring for our nation's flowers within my capabilities, it's a matter of convenience." Mo Shu was late, and there were only a few buns and plain porridge left in the cafeteria. "Have this," a rich meal was handed over. Mo Shu turned her head and recognized the face. She remembered, isn't this the school hunk of Li Cheng High School that the previous owner liked, called Meng something Chen. Mo Shu had an exceptional memory, you could say she never forgets anything after she sees it. Helplessly in her past life as Yu Shu, the people she knew and the things she went through were even more than the amount of salt she ate. For a passerby like Meng Haochen, if the previous owner had not had a deep impression of him, she would not waste her brain capacity to remember him. Mo Shu took a look at her, took a bite of a bun, held her bowl of porridge, and walked away. "Even the department hunk from the finance department Meng Haochen is fawning over Mo Shu." "I'd fawn over her as well if I were a man, I hate that I wasn't born with that gear, otherwise I... Damn, can that department hunk stay away from my goddess, let my goddess be beautiful on her own, okay?" "Dare I say it, the 150-meters hurdle race was fantastic, she just flew, even our instructor was stunned." There was a girl from the computer department who was able to take back her cellphone by beating the instructor in a long-distance race, and later surprised all by winning a hurdle race, all within three days, almost everyone knew about it. She was not only extremely beautiful, but also a top student that the principal had personally recruited, and she spoke so bravely, both her physical and mental qualities were extremely strong. Mo Shu had unwittingly become a topic of discussion for the freshmen that didn't have their phones to pass the time, and everywhere she went she was the centre of attention. Even before the official start to the school year, she was already a well-known figure in Jing University. Even the instructors were discussing it: Such physical fitness was unparalleled, not even by the daily trained special forces soldiers. After lunch, Mo Shu distributed two bottles of sunscreen, and a bunch of insect repellent items. Mo Shu didn't really need the sunscreens but the insect repellents were quite impressive, especially at the mountain's foot where mosquitoes were abundant. "Goodness, this sunscreen brand is pricey. I have never had the heart to buy it, and now, unexpectedly, I own two bottles. I'm really making progress," she said. "These mosquito repellent items are also exquisitely crafted. The spray smells specially good." "Beijing University is indeed generous! I love Beijing University to death!" "I heard from my classmates next door that our instructor said an alumnus of Beijing University bought these for us." "An alumnus? That makes sense. In all the past years, I've never heard of Beijing University handing out sunscreens to students." "Given the number of sunscreens and mum repellents, how much does he spend? I'll marry this kind-hearted, nameless alumnus!" "Why don't we males get any? Favoritism, eh? A bottle of sunscreen would also be fine. I've nearly sunburnt myself dry these past few days!" At Beijing University's military training, shooting, undoubtedly, was the most anticipated activity. The students, who had been battered by the instructors over the past few days, looked downcast. However, upon hearing that there would be shooting practice this morning, their spirits were lifted. At the shooting range, The male students were beyond thrilled, queuing and rubbing their hands in anticipation. "Only thirty points? I would score way more than thirty even with my eyes shut. Every shot I take at the balloons at the night market hits the mark." "That one's quite impressive, seventy rings." "Just heard over there about someone who got seventy-five rings." "It's finally our turn!" Instructor Hou: "Everyone quiet down, boys line up and the rest get ready." The instructor from the class next door came over: "Old Hou, how about we have a competition to see which class can accumulate more rings?" Instructor Hou: "Your class has seven or eight more students than mine." The adjacent instructor: "Let's only consider the best result from each class then. The loser treats the winner to drinks next break." Instructor Hou: "..." The adjacent instructor: "What are you scared of? Doesn't your class have an ace student? You might be in for a surprise." Instructor Hou glanced at Mo Shu, saying, "No matter her skills, she's just an eighteen-year-old girl. Can she even handle a gun?" "Are you competing or not?" "We're competing." "All right then, remember we have a student who just scored eighty-seven rings." Mo Shu tilted her head slightly, observing the students shooting targets in front, her slight expression looked pretty interesting. It was uncertain whether she was disdainful or thinking about something else. After the first row finished reporting their scores, Instructor Hou said, "Next row, keep up." His gaze swept over Mo Shu. Officer Hou: "Legs in a V-shape, straight out, how many times have I demonstrated? Can't you even lie flat? How many times have I taught you, and you still can't load the bullets, are you brain-dead like a pig?!" Fifty meters shooting distance, prone shooting. Mo Shu laid on the ground and carelessly tossed the ten empty cartridges that had been distributed to her. She shook her head secretly and wanted to laugh a little. She calmly and skilfully loaded the bullets. Mo Shu thought to herself: "After being an assassin for so many years, I never imagined there would be a day to use blank cartridges." In the shadows, even rookies who have just touched a gun train with live ammunition, those bullets were dispensed like they're worthless. Officer Hou was still correcting the other students. After Mo Shu had finished loading the bullets, she pushed the bullet into the chamber, and then aimed. How many years has it been since I shot at a target? Moreover, it's a stationary one. How many marks should I hit? Officer Hou came to check one by one, almost every student received a reprimand, but when he reached Mo Shu, Officer Hou was left speechless. Officer Hou: "Ready, fire."