Lin Yin slowly recalled what Hou Ning had just said. Then, she looked at the target opposite her firmly and pulled the trigger.
The gun in her hand vibrated. Lin Yin stared at the target and finally sighed. It was crooked.
Lin Yin fired a few more shots, but her accuracy was not high. Hou Ning smiled at the side and turned around in disdain.
Lin Yin ignored Hou Ning's disdain. Even though her hit rate was not high, Lin Yin still happily fired one shot after another. With every shot she improved, and her hit rate was slowly increasing.
The subsequent military training made Lin Yin even more excited. She had never thought that military training would be so interesting.
In the past, in her eyes, military training was just standing in a military posture to train physical fitness. Now, it seemed that she was narrow-minded.
