This was the first time she saw someone breaking the target with a pistol. He only used a small pistol, not Gatlin!

"How did you do it!"

In her perception, no one can do this, even a sharpshooter!

"Luck, it's just luck. The target has aging and your training ground equipment is not up to standard." Zheng Jing was fooling with Yu Qiongyin. They had confidential regulations and could not let her know that she was a superpower.

But Yu Qiongyin didn't buy it. Zheng Jing's expression was very confident when shooting, obviously not randomly shooting. Moreover, most people were either shocked to shoot the target or showed off their appearance with the people next to them, while Zheng Jing was denying his achievements.

However, it has nothing to do with Zheng Jing's belief or not, and Zheng Jing did not practice marksmanship for her.

When Zheng Jing was shooting, he could see the weak points of the target, and his ability was also guiding him to shoot the weak points. In his eyes, the traditional target eye is not the weak points of the target, so he did not shoot a single shot.

Next, Zheng Jing turned off the ability of the hunting finger and began to practice normal shooting. Within this distance, he could open his ability to hit the target's weakness by 100%. It would be meaningless to continue practicing.

It’s better to practice marksmanship when you don’t have the ability. Maybe at any time, Zheng Jing will fall into a situation where he cannot use his superpowers. At that time, a reliable marksmanship can obviously help him out of trouble.

Yu Qiongyin didn't believe Zheng Jing's explanation, and she stopped practicing guns, so she stared at Zheng Jing. She believed that as long as she kept staring at Zheng Jing, Zheng Jing would definitely be exposed.

But what disappointed her was that Zheng Jing's shooting later seemed like a pure novice, and it was even harder to hit the target, and it didn't look like he was pretending.

After practicing for an hour, Zheng Jing left in Yu Qiongyin's disappointed gaze. In the end, she did not discover what kind of secret was hidden in Zheng Jing.

"I will definitely find you." Yu Qiongyin took the target that Zheng Jing shot and said angrily to the direction where Zheng Jing left.

...

After leaving the shooting range, Zheng Jing found the fighting coach arranged by Jing Du for him, Wang Ye.

Wang Ye is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with clean and neat short hair and a piece of hair above his left eye. He seems to have been injured and has a short and strong figure, and looks so tough.

When he was looking for it, Zheng Jing read the introduction of the characters on the wall next to the door, and knew that Wang Ye was once a combat hero. He had killed three gangsters with bare hands and was injured in the battle and could no longer perform tasks. Therefore, he served as the fighting coach of Furong's suitable police force.

This fighting coach is just a false position, and the Furonghe City Police Department does not often conduct fighting training, so when Zheng Jing came, there was only Wang Ye in the training room.

"Hello, Teacher Wang, Teacher Jing asked me to come to you for training. Please take care of me in the future." After seeing Jing Du, Zheng Jing said neatly and neatly. He felt that it was easier to communicate with the attitude when facing the instructors of the police force.

"The old man Jing Du has also accepted an apprentice. It's not easy. When I was young, I handled a case with him. I still remember his abilities now." Wang Ye patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

Ability? Does he also know about Jing Du hunting the demon?

"I didn't expect that when you were young, you handled a case with your teacher. Please show mercy during training later." Zheng Jing echoed.

Wang Ye's face suddenly sank, "What kind of mercy is there? If you want to achieve results, you cannot show mercy. In this way, you can go to the playground outside for a few laps, and when will your body sweat thoroughly? I will tell you how to train next."

Zheng Jing's face suddenly became bitter. This old man seemed to be a devil coach.

...

1999.2.7, Thursday, 5:30 pm

Dingling...

The ringtone rang after school, and the ringtone that I heard thousands of times was so pleasant in the ears of the students.

Zheng Lun put the books on the table into his schoolbag and prepared to go home.

"Hey, Ah Lun, Qingyang is taking leave tonight and go home. You can come to our dormitory to stay and have some wine and play cards together tonight." A student with a very fashionable hairstyle walked to Zheng Lun's desk and leaned on the corner of the table and said.

Most of the students in Luyuan Middle School live in accommodation, and Zheng Lun's family lives close to each other, so there is no need for accommodation.

"Pan Dapeng, aren't you afraid that the dormitory manager will cause trouble for you at night?" Zheng Lun raised his eyebrows and said.

"Hey, what trouble am I afraid of? The old dormitory manager dare not care about me. Why, will it come?" Pan Dapeng twitched his hair and asked.

In recent years, young boys in the Washington Region, influenced by a group of male idols called Aristocrats, all like to have exaggerated hairstyles. Fortunately, Zheng Lun does not have such a hobby.

Zheng Lun thought about it, shook his head and refused, "I still can't. After I get home, I have to hurry up and study."

After saying that, Zheng Lun walked out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back. He has never had any parents since he was a child, but he is not as willful as other children and is not qualified to be willful.

And... there seemed to be an obscure atmosphere between Pan Dapeng's eyebrows, giving him a very bad feeling.

"Bah, why are you pretending to be handsome? You are so good at studying." Pan Dapeng cursed in a low voice, and then began to find someone else.

Zheng Lun's irrelevant is similar to Zheng Jing, but in combination, he is much more than Zheng Jingshuai. In addition, he has the same divine eyes as Zheng Jing, and he has always been the school's school grass. He doesn't know how many copies he received from the love letter alone.

It can be said that if Zheng Lun had no food at noon at school one day, he would definitely not be hungry, because there was more than one little girl willing to give him his lunch...

...

At 9:30 pm, the sky was covered with dark clouds and there were no stars.

At Luyuan Middle School, the originally brightly lit dormitory No. 2, the lights were turned off instantly, but there were only lights in the corridor.

The old dormitory seemed a little gloomy. After a moment, a room at the end of the third floor lit up an orange light, which was the light of a candle.

"Is this really OK? I put a mirror in front of the door. I really don't care?"

A short and thin young man said with a little nervousness that his name was Li Wenliang, which was the replacement found by Pan Dapeng after Zheng Lun refused.

"What are you afraid of? I will take it upon myself if something happens. Let's have a safe time!"

Pan Dapeng patted his chest and promised that when he closed the door, he had a small paper bag at the door, which cost 100 yuan. He believed that the dormitory manager would not come to cause trouble for them after he took the money.

"That's right, Brother Pan is awesome, Brother Pan can't handle anything." Another member of the dormitory, Qian Qiguang, a smiling little fat man, agreed.

After saying that, the three of them were drinking and playing cards, and they were having a lot of fun.
Chapter completed!