Her Identity Was Suspected

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." Upon Instructor Hou's command, even before the echoes faded away, Mo Shu had already fired her ten rounds. In comparison, others were still struggling to aim for their second shot, with some girls even dropping their guns out of fear from the noise and recoil. Instructor Hou stood by Mo Shu's side, hearing the successive gunshots, he looked down to see Mo Shu had already completed her turn. He first glanced at Mo Shu, then tried looking at her target fifty meters away, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it clearly. Once all the other students finished firing, Instructor Hou immediately asked the instructors in the distance to grade the targets, reporting from left to right. "Twenty-five points, thirty-three points, forty-six points, forty-four points... ten points." "Ten points? I mean, seriously is your butt acting as your eyes?" "Who is it? So bad, just ten points, did they miss the target?" People chuckled and mocked. When they looked at the target, they realized it was Mo Shu's target, the boys immediately closed their mouths. "Ah, it's normal for a girl to be bad at shooting, these are things boys love to play with, there's nothing to laugh about." "That's right, that's right. Nobody is perfect. She is already outstanding to this extent. What's the big deal with this little flaw?" "Enough is enough. Being mediocre signifies just that. Ten points for ten bullets, I'm afraid she is the only one in the entire grade to achieve this," Tang Xiaoguo disdainfully rolled her eyes at the boys: "What a bunch of brown-nosers." "It seems that you were right. No matter how capable they are, they are just young girls. They must have never handled a gun before," the adjacent instructor said to Instructor Hou with a giggle: "In that case, I won't be polite about the wine." The adjacent instructor then looked at Mo Shu and accented: "However, her physical fitness is commendable, truly rare to come by." "Missed target on nine shots." The instructor tasked with keeping scores yelled out again. "Missed on nine shots? Hit once? Ten rings on one shot?" "One might say she's unskilled, since she missed nine shots, but then she hit the bullseye on that one solitary shot. What kind of luck does my goddess possess?" Tang Xiaoguo snorted coldly: "Isn't it obvious? That one hit was clearly a fluke, like a blind cat catching a dead rat." Missed nine shots? Both Instructor Hou and the neighboring instructor exchanged glances before simultaneously turning to gaze at Mo Shu. Following this, Instructor Hou strided towards the target in the distance. Before he even got close, he asked the scoring instructor: "She missed nine shots?" "Yes." He cast a glance at the target as he approached, and indeed, there was only a single bullet hole. Wait a minute, something was amiss with the bullet hole. Upon closer examination, Instructor Hou's pupils contracted incredulously, and he immediately reached out to touch the lone bullet hole. "Is there a problem?" The neighboring instructor walked over. Instructor Hou didn't respond but just threw the neighboring instructor a complicated look. Sensing something was off, the latter asked: "What's wrong?" Instantly, he looked at the target, his eyes gradually grew sharp; leaning over for a closer inspection after a moment, he muttered: "This bullet hole..." After a while, The instructor from the next classroom looked at Instructor Hou in disbelief, he voiced his astonishment incredulously, "My goodness, all of them hit exactly the same bullet hole." There were no shots that missed the target. If there was just one bullet hole, it was because all ten bullets went through that same hole! One bullet hole, but multiple bullet marks. While it could not be determined how many bullet marks there were exactly, based on the skill demonstrated by these shots, undoubtedly there were ten! "This... this is something even you, who once served as the most formidable sniper in the 'Hellfire' Special Operations team, wouldn't be able to accomplish, right?" The instructor next door was somewhat confused. He looked at Mo Shu in the distance with a face full of shock. An ordinary student could do such thing? From a distance of fifty meters, if one had plenty of shooting experience, hitting the same bullet hole with three or four bullets was possible. But this was a total of ten bullets. To guarantee that all ten bullets hit exactly the same bullet hole, what level of shooting skills and stability of hand one must possess to control the trajectory of each bullet? During Instructor Hou's prime, his highest record was five bullets in one hole from a distance of fifty meters. However, considering the influence of wind speed, hitting the target with these five bullets would require at least five minutes. And how long did Mo Shu just take with her ten bullets? Instructor Hou, standing next to her, was a direct witness to it all. Effects of wind speed and other external factors seemed nonexistent for her. Just how much practice does it require to have such terrifying ability? The instructor from the next classroom remarked, "I really opened my eyes today." "Female snipers are one in a million. Her ability..." He shook his head, at a loss for words from the astonishment. The always silent Officer Hou, looked towards the distant Mo Shu, and announced the target to the students anew: "Mo Shu, 100 points!" "100 points? What 100 points? Isn't it supposed to be 10 points?" "Let's go, check it out." "The student's identity is a bit suspicious. I'm going to report to the general. You stay here and keep an eye on her. Don't disturb the grass and alert the snake." Officer Hou quickly finished speaking and uprooted the target from the ground. The instructor next door was surprised, his expression turned serious. Indeed, it was too suspicious. An ordinary student in her teens, how could she possess shooting skills that far exceed a professional sniper? The previous physical training, could be forcibly explained by superior innate athletic cells, but shooting, without previous experience with guns, or long-term professional training, such abilities are impossible, even for a genius. Combining all these, too suspicious indeed. Before a large group of students ran up, Officer Hou walked away with the target. The students were clueless and didn't know what Officer Hou and others were examining half the day for Mo Shu's target, and how it could change from 10 points to 100 points. In the end, they even took the target away. "How many points were actually scored? The difference between 10 and 100 is too great. It can't be that they saw the target score wrong, could it?" The scorching sun burnt mercilessly, From morning to noon. Officer Hou, who had walked away with the target, finally returned. Behind them trailed two soldiers, armed to the teeth; this display made the students slightly uneasy, hardly daring to breathe. Officer Hou only called for Mo Shu to leave. "What on earth is happening?" "No idea, surely it can't be about that target?" After that, Mo Shu was brought to Shangguan Qingmu's office. As she entered, Mo Shu saw a military officer with his back to her, studying her target. When he turned around, Mo Shu noticed the insignia on his shoulder, a wheat ear with three stars, the rank of a general. His face seemed vaguely familiar; she felt like she had seen him somewhere before. Upon seeing Mo Shu first look at his insignia and then at his face, Shangguan Qingmu smiled, "What are you looking at?" "What is your name?" Mo Shu asked directly. Officer Hou immediately admonished, "Mo Shu, this is our base's general, you must not be impolite." Impolite to ask for a name? Mo Shu, who, despite her young age, was respected as a senior in many fields, genuinely did not realize this was impolite. Shangguan Qingmu raised his hand to stop Officer Hou, assuring him that all was fine, and then, with a smile, he told Mo Shu, "My name is Shangguan Qingmu." The name also sounded familiar. Mo Shu carefully recalled, she had seen him before. But at that time, Shangguan Qingmu was still a Major. "This target, did you shoot it?" asked Shangguan Qingmu. "Uh-huh, is there a problem?" Mo Shu glanced at the target. "May I see your palm?" Shangguan Qingmu asked. Mo Shu glanced around the office. There were only three people, Instructor Hou, Shangguan Qingmu, and a signal soldier, but there were quite a few people outside the office. Unconcernedly, Mo Shu spread out both of her hands. Her palms were fair and tender, fingers slender, and both of her hands lacked calluses at the base of the thumb. This was too strange. For someone with shooting skills to this extent, it's unusual to have no calluses on your hands. Could it be, she truly had never touched a gun before? Impossible. "Could you tell me how you managed such great results with no calluses on your hands?" Shangguan Qingmu asked. Although he was smiling, yet his aura was intimidating. Mo Shu: "What exactly are you doubting about me?"