On the twelveth day of training, the instructor brought the students who were participating in the target shooting segment to the shooting arena . Not everyone could participate in the target shooting training .
Target shooting was the most popular segment as participants were able to practice shooting while the rest of the students had to continue with their usual training . When lots of the female students heard that the recoil was strong, they lost their interest and werenât willing to go so many classes had no participants for this segment . The empty slots were in turn filled up by the male students who didnât manage to participate in this segment .
Hence in the showcase this time, there were twenty-six students . Only ten of which were females; the remaining sixteen were all males .
This was also the only time male and female students were allowed to interact . Rules in school were strict, at the military base, the males and females were separated by two entire sections; the buffer area between them was the area were soldiers resided so they really have no opportunities to meet .
Xuan Mo didnât know about guys but the girls were generally excited but a little glum about being tanned under the sun . How image-ruining itâd be if the guys see them tanned as dark as coal .
The twenty-six of them were brought into the training arena by Instructor Zhang . There were three other squads of soldiers training there . When they saw the freshies, they made space and sat by the side to rest while gesturing at them, smiling .
After teaching the main idea of how shooting was done, the instructor brought the guns over and handed each of them one: âEveryone of you will have thirteen bullets . You can try shooting three first, followed by ten . You can take it slow if youâre not accustomed to it; you have two hours to finish shooting the bullets, then off you go for the Showcase the day after tomorrow . â
Before he finished, three shots sounded . After which, ten consecutive shots rang in the air . The masses delved into shock as one of the male students walked over with his gun and stretched his hand out: âAny more bullets?â
âPff!â The instructor laughed, âdo I look like I sell bullets? There are no more bullets after youâre done shooting! You only get the thirteen bullets!â After saying that, he turned and walked over to the side .
The guy raised a brow . He looked around before walking over to the girls, saying: âDoes anyone of you not want to shoot? Able to lend me your gun if youâre not shooting?â
His politeness didnât match his cold expression .
And, whatâs he looking this way for? Xuan Mo felt extremely dissatisfied . ⢠MY CLASSMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 05 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONSâ˘
How would she know that the untannable pseudo glue and her faked stick-thin figure didnât match the gun at all; she looked like she wouldnât be able to complete shooting all the bullets at all, so she was the most probable person whoâd need someone to help recycle her bullets .
Ignoring the guyâs scorching gaze, she grabbed her gun, walked around him and lied down, looking at the target in front .
The target was fifty metres away; not too far, nor too near .
Bang! THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
The first shot; she didnât know where the bullet flew, but Xuan Mo figured out roughly the recoil and bullet line .
Thatâs enough . THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
The second bulletâshe hit bullâs eye .
Everyone else started shooting as well . They didnât have their shooting report returned yet so no one noticed her⌠except for the guy that was waiting to recycle her bullets .
She hit the centre for her third shot as well .
Her body hasnât shifted due to the recoil since the first shot . No one noticed her at the beginning . Afterwards though, everyone was looking at her . The remaining few students rubbing their shoulders looked over as well . The soldier and instructor sat while watching her, then it became standing while watching her .
For the first four bullets, she shot them one by one normally .
For the fifth to the tenth one, she shot them continuously; the sound of gunshots rang consecutively in the air .
She placed her gun down amidst the reverberation of her shots, exhaling . She stood and looked around, realising that everyone was looking at her .
âAre the results out yet?â Instructor Zhou asked after waiting a while for the results .
The soldier replied in acknowledgement, ran over to the hut beside the targets . He came out with a paper after a moment . He looked at Xuan Mo strangely before handing the report to Instructor Zhang .
Instructor Zhang took it . He almost imploded when he saw the results . He exclaimed in surprise: âAll bullâs eye except for the first one thatâs lost?!â He raised his head to look at Xuan Mo . âStudent, you from the shooting team?â He shook his head afterwards however, âthatâs impossible . The things the bunch of people use arenât guns, this doesnât make sense . â
He asked excitedly: âYou trained since young?â⢠MY CLASSMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 05 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONSâ˘
Xuan Mo didnât reply . She seriously couldnât allow herself to fake a poor aim when the distance was a mere fifty metres . Now that sheâs hit the centre of the target so many times, she suddenly felt that it perhaps wasnât the best idea given all the looks she was receiving from the people around her .
No one required her to be low-key; there wasnât a need for her to be low-key either . She wasnât the Blue Planetâs future, she wasnât afraid to change how this civilisation would unfold . According to the limited information she had access to, this civilisation wasnât included in the Cosmic Coalitionâs sphere of protection nor interaction, so she had no qualms about the bindings rulesâshe could do as she wished, but then again, that didnât seem very exciting .
How boring . THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
She placed her gun down and stood by the side, asking: âCan we leave after we are done shooting?â
âEnh⌠ah no!â The instructor nodded his head on reflex before changing his reply in a flurry . He walked over cheerfully, âquickly finish your practice, Iâll treat everyone to green bean soup!â
Treat everyone green bean soup? Wasnât that the one that the canteen gave out for free?
The masses quietened down and quickly went back to shooting their own targets . The guy didnât manage to borrow any more bullets to shoot in the end . Xuan Moâs performance seemed to have triggered him; he discarded his previous frivolous attitude, donning one of seriousness instead . His results werenât that good though . The other guy, the one that shot one five, four sixes, four seven and one nine, managed to get a relatively high score and didnât shoot out the target was one of the better shooters .
He was evidently dissatisfied however . He walked after Xuan Mo before suddenly saying: âHello . â
Xuan Mo turned to look at him . Z L T
âIâm Tang Jing Ze . â Z L T
âXuan Mo . â THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
âHave you learnt how to shoot previously? Who did you learn it from?â
âNo, no one . â THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
âOh . â Tang Jing Ze didnât believe her at all, but didnât dig any further . He quickened his steps to walk beside her, âcan you teach me?â
Xuan Mo raised a brow and looked at him: âWhatâs the use of learning this?â
âWhy did you learn it then . â Z L T
âI know how to do it, but I didnât learn it . â
ââŚâ Tang Jing Ze was silent for a moment before asking, âyou mean, you know how to do this without learning it?â
âEnh . â THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
Tang Jing Ze stared at Xuan Mo, thinking about something before saying: âAlright, I wonât ask you, donât get angry . â
Xuan Mo paused, before looking at him strangely: âIâm not angry . â
âThen why are you lying?â Z L T
âIâm not lying . â Z L T
âEven if geniuses existed, the word would be descriptive of a process . How is it possible that someone can become skilled at something the moment they try it?â
Xuan Mo was silent . How would she know the earthlings had such poor aptitude? It was just a gun, not some Quark Perish Anti-aircraft Gun, whatâs there to train about?
Her triggered memories told her however that sheâs never encountered guns before, or should she say, not a lot of people in the entire country had the chance to come into contact with guns .
They were very strict about this . Xuan Mo couldnât help but think about the Military Museum her family donated that took up half a mini-planet .
Upon being ignored by Xuan Mo, he, whoâd always believed girlsâ thinking were complex, didnât have anything else to say . The only thing flashing through his head was his emotional longing and envy when the moment he saw Xuan Moâs shooting report .
They sat in rows at the spacious canteen, listening to the sounds of training outside . They looked at the scorching sun and touched the chilly green bean soup, feeling extremely blissful . Some of the girls who were forcibly placed in this segment were extremely happy as well . When they saw that the instructors closed an eye to their chatters, they continued chirping away .
Xuan Mo placed it down after taking a sip . After which, she sat pin straight, staring at the bowl, unsure of what to do . ⢠MY CLASSMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 05 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONSâ˘
Afar, Instructor Zhou brought a middle-aged soldier over . He pointed at Xuan Mo saying something, then produced Xuan Moâs shooting report . The middle-aged soldier smiled as he said something, knocked on Instructor Zhouâs forehead before nodding his head .
Instructor Zhou happily ran back to the canteen entrance and shouted at Xuan Mo: âXuan Mo, Xuan Mo come over!â
Xuan Mo stood swiftly and walked over slowly as though a real soldier . Z L T
âThis is Commissar Li!â Instructor Zhou introduced as he walked over . Z L T
Instructor Li held Xuan Moâs shooting results . He analysed it for a moment before raising his head to look at Xuan Mo: âLass, your parents bring you shooting a lot?â
âNo . â Xuan Mo shook her head, her expression unruffled .
âOnce in a while?â
âNot even once . â
ââŚthen your parents are soldiers?â
âNo . â THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
âSomeoneâs a soldier in your family? You have friends in the military? Aye⌠this is getting more absurd . Câmon, out with it, this is your number what time playing with guns?â
âFirst time . â Z L T
The Commissar looked at Instructor Zhou in suspicion, scratched his head as he muttered something . He asked again: âHow do you feel when youâre holding the gun?â
Xuan Mo bit her lips; that was a hard question for her . Z L T
Though her head was filled with adjectives the previous owner would describe it as, she didnât say any of themâshe could handle expressing simple emotions, but she still needed some practice before trying to use such abstract description . And so, she hesitated for a long time before finding herself a word to describe âVery, familiar . â
âVery familiar?â
âEnh . â THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL
âAre you a genius?â Z L T
Beside them, Instructor Zhou was rendered speechless; Commissar you sure are frank .
âNo idea . â Xuan Mo was honest . She knew what a genius wasâwhen the occurrence and success rate of an information chain of a living being had a ninety-five and above percentage match with the information chain of the event . Xuan Mo was only average; sheâd been tested before and her rate was somewhere between eighty-six to ninety-five .
On the Blue Planet however, the calculations were different .
âDo you feel familiar when you learn other things?â The Commissar looked at the figures outside, âfor example going through an obstacle course, shadowboxing and the likes . â
âYes . â Xuan Mo was very sure . Z L T
âHow far can you go?â
âThatâll depend on how far you can you . â
The Commissar was quiet for a moment before he smiled: âWhat are you participating for in the Showcase?â
âEverything . â
ââŚah?â
Xuan Mo raised her head as she said earnestly: âThey were being too noisy; I had no choice .