"Ten shots on target? That sounds good! Not a problem at all." Ye Jian smiled. She saluted him and said in a crisp voice, "I'll complete this task!" Even the mountain peaks became a backdrop for her might.
Putting down her hand, Ye Jian glanced coldly at the flustered Ye Ying. "This time, you're the one who will be humiliated!"
Her voice was stern and imposing, and her eyes, firm and cold. She looked confident. Ye Ying looked at her, and the panic in her heart was like a flood, sweeping across her whole body. She couldn't even stand still.
The students from Class One heard it too and were shocked. Ye Jian was not going to fire three bullets, but ten of them. And she would have to hit all of them!
"… No way. That's incredible!"
"Ye Jian can't possibly know how to shoot the gun, right? Woah, who is she? How great is she?"
"An Jiaxin, did you know that Ye Jian knew how to shoot? I've never heard you talk about it."
…An Jiaxin revealed a mysterious smile. "Even if I knew, I wouldn't go around telling other people about it. If I did, no one was going to embarrass themselves."
"Please remain silent. While you admire the despicable girl's facial expressions changing, please admire our Ye Jian too! What's marksmanship to her? It's nothing!" She didn't know that Ye Jian could shoot, but she knew that if Ye Jian declared war with her, she would not let Ye Ying get what she wants!
Because the Ye Jian she knew would never do something that she wasn't confident in!
The rifle was quickly delivered to her. It was the one she used before. However, it wasn't a complete one. It was a rifle that had been dismantled and sent for maintenance.
The Type 81 was the most reliable assault rifle that was produced domestically. Even after firing 15,000 rounds, the rifle would not be faulty. The rifle would only be overhauled once after firing 20,000 rounds. But it was the students' first time with the rifle, and they wouldn't have known how to maintain it.
The military unit had always been quick to handle things. They immediately collected the guns back for maintenance. The students were using the Type 81s, and they were all dismantled. They were not appropriate to be sent over.
Instructor Huang saw that the rifles were dismantled and instructed Ye Jian, "I'll assemble this. Ye Jian, go to the shooting area."
"To let Ye Ying understand that you admire me, let me assemble it." She received the gun from the soldier and kneeled on one knee. She then proceeded to assemble the gun rapidly in front of everyone's eyes. All her classmates became slack-jawed and wide-eyed.
The grip is here, the stock is here, the base needs to be clamped… The gun that was sent here was only partly dismantled. Ye Jian needed less than thirty seconds to assemble her sniper rifle. For a partly disassembled gun like that, her classmates could only see her hand moving swiftly as they heard the clicking noises.
The political commissar wanted so badly to hold on to her hands and say, "Ye Jian, the chemical defense regiment really needs a soldier like you!"
Instructor Huang was a bit dazed. Every soldier knew how to disassemble and maintain their guns, and the unit would often hold such competitions too. But he had never seen a senior high student who could do it so fast!
After assembling it, Ye Jian loaded the magazine and faced the political commissar. "Type 81 assault rifle, ten consecutive shots! Ten bullets on target, perfect shots!"