Not only did the classmates sing praises about Jiang Man, but Lu Xingzhou was also quite surprised.
Having removed her earmuffs, Jiang Man looked at her "instructor" and asked, "Can I take a few more shots?"
Lu Xingzhou watched her with interest, his posture erect, commanding and handsome, alluring yet unaware of it.
He made an inviting gesture.
Jiang Man put her earmuffs back on, closed her eyes, and reviewed the knowledge Lu Xingzhou had taught her.
From the stance to the way of holding the gun, and finally how to keep her hands steady after firing.
She performed every step admirably.
She took her position, a tall figure at 172 centimeters, her ponytail swept up high.
A breeze stirred, tousling the wisps of hair on her forehead.
Yet she remained unflinchingly steady, entirely unaffected, exuding a composed and dashing air, giving the impression she had military experience.
Bang—
A precision shot, the bullet striking dead center of the target.
