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If she shoots all the bullets ~ out, but only one bullet hits the bullseye, what use is it?

The other 19 rounds didn't even touch the side of the target. They turned into stray bullets. It was a laugh!

It's ridiculous, too bad!

The people in Class A laughed at Nalan Xiner wantonly:

"It is said that our Zhao Zhijian is a master shooter, and his father was born as an Orion. Although he didn't hunt anymore after entering the city, he did other jobs. But there is the foundation that people have learned from childhood!

"That's right, you are a trash daughter, you can shoot at the son of another hunter, aren't you a gangster?"

"Nalan Xin'er, it doesn't matter if you fail alone, don't forget that all of you in Class B will accompany you to be punished! Hahaha!"

These people in Class A finally got a chance to exhale.

During this period of time, Nalan Xin'er was so dazzling and amazing, it made them a little breathless.

He Xiaowu stood up angrily and pointed at the hateful faces of these people: "Hey, you are too happy too soon! Didn't you say that good is the total score? There are still two rounds that are not compared, and two more rounds, we are happy Er will beat you to the bottom!"

The people in Class A snorted: "What counts as the total score? What's the matter? It means three wins in five rounds, huh! We are set to win!"

He Xiaowu was so angry that her voice rose by an octave: "I obviously said it!"

The classmates of Class B also followed suit, lest Nalan Xin'er be bullied by the class A gang.

In the laughter of others, Nalan Xin'er has always been at ease, smiling brighter than them, as if she didn't mind at all, and didn't care about "failure" at all.

However, she was not happy when these people besieged her friends.

Folding her eyebrows, Nalan Xin'er said lightly: "Xiao Wu remembers that right! You have clearly said that the total score of the five rounds is a standard for competition."

The sharp eyes swept across the clamoring crowd of Class A in front of them, and after a pause, she said again: "However, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether it is a total score or three wins in five games-because..."

"Because of what?" Someone in Class A asked silly.

A ridiculous smile appeared on Nalan Xin'er's delicate lips: "Because you are destined to lose!"

"We will lose?" The class B member headed by Zhao Zhijian laughed. "Nalan Xiner, are you daydreaming? Did you not see the result on the screen? We scored 90 points, how about you? You just hit one bullet, and the other bullets don’t know where it went. Can you get 5 points or 10 points? We are really embarrassed for you, haha!—"

Those people laughed at Nalan Xiner while pointing at the screen.

However, in the next second, their smiles suddenly condensed on their lips.

The body is stiff and can't move anymore!

God, what did they see?

very scary!

Wei Mao’s screen shows that Nalan Xiner is 100 points? !

That's a perfect score!

Could this screen be broken?

Immediately afterwards, the electronic system played a sound at a glance: "20 bullets, each shot is shot ~ at the bullseye position, 100 points, congratulations!"

Then, the sweet congratulatory music Ding Dong sounded, very cheerful and festive.

100 points, really a hundred points!

The reason why there is only one hole in the bullseye is that every bullet of Nalan Xiner hit the same point accurately!

It is not easy to shoot the bullseye. It is even more difficult and impossible to hit the bullseye at the same point every time.

Of course, Nalan Xiner did it!