Situ Xin nodded in appreciation of Liu Yuxiang's shooting movements. Not bad at all, he clearly looked like an old hand with guns; it was just a question of how good his marksmanship was.
Liu Yuxiang was faster than Xia Yujie, and his score was also a bit higher. He scored ninety-two out of ten shots. "Master, how was that? Not too shabby, right? I didn't embarrass you, did I? Oh, and my gun..." As soon as Liu Yuxiang put down the gun in his hand and turned around, his facial expression instantly changed.
Situ Xin thought to herself, Why does he change faces as quickly as in a Peking opera?
"Well, the speed and scores are pretty average," Situ Xin commented, then turned to Xia Yujie and continued, "To be honest, with your abilities, getting into the national team shouldn't be a problem." At Situ Xin's words, Liu Yuxiang's smile brightened even more.
