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Daisy felt a headache. Whether it was him from the past life or her predecessor, neither liked studying. However, in this world, not studying was not an option.
Anyone doing well in this world basically has a high level of education. Characters like Iron Man, the Hulk, Professor X, and Mr. Fantastic—each one was either a doctor or a professor. Even Black Panther, in his idle time, managed to obtain a Ph.D. in physics from Oxford University.
Villains were no different. Dr. Doom, Dr. Octopus, and even the recent Madam Gao who had run away, claimed to be proficient in "all" languages; they were all academic masters.
Daisy, now limited by her knowledge, had a low level of development in her abilities. Initially, she only wanted to learn scientific knowledge. However, when she saw subjects like disguise, personal combat, electronic device usage, and even her adept hacking skills in the learning curriculum. Abandoning these pieces of knowledge that she couldn't learn outside seemed too wasteful.
The staff, aware of her recent arrival, handed her several study plans as if offering a package deal. These plans were courses segmented based on different positions. Daisy glanced over them; the total number of courses was at least fifty!
It felt like there were two little figures in her mind fighting. One suggested she should learn just enough and rely on her powers to fight all over the world. The other reminded her of the potential dangers in the future, emphasizing that the knowledge she acquired now might save her life someday.
After careful consideration, she asked Sharon, "Is it stressful to study so many courses simultaneously?"
Sharon seemed surprised by the weight of Daisy's concerns. Having been trained since childhood with a clear path for her future, Sharon followed an optimized training plan set by her elders. It was evident that Daisy, a self-taught learner, had a different background. Sharon could study all the courses because of her solid foundation, but she refrained from making hasty conclusions about others.
Realizing her previous words might have been misleading, Sharon thought for a moment before explaining, "It's definitely stressful, and you should judge based on your actual situation. Moreover, the tuition fees can be quite expensive."
Seeing Daisy without makeup or jewelry, Sharon assumed her economic situation might not be great, using the cost as a reason to dissuade her.
Living a life of indulgence every day, but actually very poor, Daisy was undoubtedly not well-off, being one of the hidden poor.
However, this time, the tuition fees were completely waived, and she found the promise of the SHIELD director believable. Trusting the words of a beautiful woman might be questionable, but the director was obviously not within that category.
With no economic pressure, Daisy was only concerned about whether she could handle so many courses. In the end, she made up her mind and handed her student card over. "I've enrolled in all these courses."
On the way back to her room, Sharon felt a bit embarrassed, as if she had led someone into a pit.
" How's your shooting and combat skills? If they're up to par, we can reduce part of the general courses and focus on the professional ones," the blonde beauty suggested.
Daisy was a bit surprised; there were also general and professional courses here.
She is not good at boasting, saying that she killed three enemies with four bullets. She is very humble and expresses very average.
Sharon was skeptical about this. Women naturally tended to be weaker in firearm combat and other aspects, and unlike Sharon with her robust physique, Daisy didn't seem to have much strength.
Wanting to help her new neighbor face reality, Sharon insisted on taking Daisy to the underground shooting range.
Ugh? Staring at the cafeteria around the corner, while she was going to take the elevator to the underground to practice shooting, Daisy wanted to cry without tears.
To avoid being labeled as someone who couldn't handle things, she reluctantly followed Sharon.
Internally complaining, she thought these foreigners were terrible at socializing. Talking at the dinner table was pleasant; there was no need to bond in a shooting range...
However, she couldn't refuse Sharon's kindness. Suppressing her hunger, she accompanied Sharon to the shooting range.
"What type of pistol are you good with?" Sharon asked.
Without recoil issues bothering her, Daisy could use any gun. However, there was no need to reveal her abilities at the moment. She chose a 9mm Glock 17, a gun generally suitable for women.
Seeing the pistol, she realized she should have a custom handgun. The 92F she obtained from the gang earlier had a mediocre performance.
Large-caliber weapons always stirred up excitement. The Harley Quinn next door with her modified Chiappa Rhino 60DS revolver looked cool. Daisy decided she should customize her own when she found the opportunity.
While she was choosing a gun, Sharon had already put on her glasses and earmuffs, selected a lane, and fired ten shots at the target.
All ten shots hit the bullseye.
"Awesome!" Daisy's sigh came from the heart. This was the result of dedicated practice.
However, she wasn't intimidated. Equipping herself with protective gear, she stood in front of a lane, feeling like she had returned to the early days of her time travel, practicing shooting at the gun range.
Without using her abilities, holding a gun in each hand, Daisy aimed at the target and fired ten shots. Similarly, all shots hit the bullseye.
Second Generation Agent Carter was somewhat surprised. Was it common for new students to have such sharp marksmanship?
However, it was just a small surprise. Agents generally had good shooting skills; even those focused on logistical support could handle firearms in combat situations.
"Want to try moving targets?" she asked casually.
Daisy really wanted to say let's go to dinner instead, but she picked up the gun seeing the eager look in Carter's eyes.
Glancing around, there weren't many people training at the moment, but almost everyone could shoot with precision. Unless she made the bullets turn corners, she couldn't do anything too extraordinary.
"Come on," she agreed calmly.
The scenario was somewhat common, with targets representing criminals and hostages popping up intermittently. Unlike regular shooting ranges, these targets didn't move at a steady pace; instead, it seemed like some computer-controlled irregular motion. Several targets accelerated and decelerated without warning, and sometimes the ones representing hostages would run in front of the criminals.
Sharon demonstrated as usual. Daisy didn't know how many times she had practiced, but she effortlessly took down ten criminals.
For Daisy, who was self-taught in a wild way, it was more challenging. Fortunately, her overall qualities surpassed those of an average person, and her quick reflexes compensated for the lack of experience. Ten gunshots later, she had eliminated ten criminals.
At this point, the second-generation Sharon Carter finally realized that her neighbor was no ordinary person. When Daisy introduced herself earlier, she didn't mention having such excellent marksmanship. Were all ordinary New Yorkers this skilled with firearms? That would leave very few ordinary people in New York.
Sharon believed Daisy was lying, or at least part of what she said was a lie. In her opinion, there was a deeper purpose behind their superiors assigning them to be together.
In fact, Daisy had already considered this long ago. As soon as she learned Sharon Carter's name, she guessed the conclusion, which was the main reason she chose to endure her hunger and accompany her to the shooting range.
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