The first gunshot sounded. Everyone's breathing tightened slightly. The Chinese students clenched their fists lightly and lined up neatly, looking ahead…
After a pause, Maki Fujino fired his second bullet steadily.
After five bullets were fired, he put away his rifle and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He gestured to the nervous students to show that he was very confident.
In an instant, the Japanese students were no longer in low spirits. They smiled.
If Maki Fujino won, they wouldn't have to bow down to the Chinese flag and admit their mistake!
Now, they only needed to worry about whether Ye Jian would shoot their flag. They hoped that she wouldn't be able to.
Hirano Ling, on the other hand, was drenched in sweat. Meanwhile, the Chinese flag was being inspected. There were no gun holes on it. There were no gun holes at all! Maki Fujino missed. He had lost!
