The first hit seemed to give Shen Qianqian a lot of confidence.
In the following shots, she used 12 bullets to hit the nine bottles.
When the last bottle burst in the air, Shen Qianqian let out a deep breath, feeling a long-lost joy and confidence spreading in the depths of her heart.
Shooting was her bonus item, it was a significant reason why she was able to stand out among several candidates and come here.
It was precisely because shooting gave her confidence that after one mistake, she felt an anxiety that was hard for even her to imagine, and the subsequent failures made her even more hesitant and evasive toward shooting, turning each session into a torment for her.
"Right side."
Duan Zimu spoke up from the side.
Shen Qianqian was startled upon hearing Duan Zimu's sudden voice, but then she realized what he meant, turned to the right, and swept toward a tree through the scope.
Indeed, there were more bottles.
But—
