His accuracy was one hundred percent.
Qin Yize suppressed the shock inside him.
He fixed his gaze on the focused Gu Qiaoqiao.
Under the sunlight, the charming young girl's eyes seemingly carried a hint of murderous intent, yet her lips were slightly curled up.
It was her first time holding this pistol, and her movements were awkward and inexperienced. Yet the shot she fired hit the bright red target dead center without any deviation.
At that moment, Qin Yize felt as if his heart skipped a beat.
Afterward, Gu Qiaoqiao didn't hide it and told Qin Yize through her perfect score that she was a shooting prodigy.
Naturally, the real reason was known only to Gu Qiaoqiao.
But that didn't stop her from smugly raising her eyebrows at Qin Yize, who was intently watching her, "How about a match?"
"Not today," Qin Yize's eyes were slightly dim as he smiled lightly, "When we return to the Imperial Capital, I'll take you to the shooting range."
