Free-Fire Training Range.
Baili Pangpang, wearing protective goggles and earmuffs, raised his pistol and narrowed his eyes slightly. Rare seriousness filled the face of the usually irreverent chubby boy as he pulled the trigger three times in succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three gunshots rang out one after another. The bullets struck the bullseye two hundred meters away almost simultaneously, and Baili Pangpang's lips curled upward slightly.
"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings!"
The electronic target range announced the results. Baili Pangpang smugly blew on the muzzle, took off his earmuffs, and stretched.
"Sigh... shooting training? That's all there is to it~"
He walked over to a chair, sat down, gulped down several mouthfuls of water, and leisurely crossed his legs.
After two months of adjustment, he had begun to get used to the mental current brought by the watch. At the very least, he no longer suddenly did backflips for no reason. Even so, those early days had tormented him badly, and he had lost more than half a circle around his waist.
Who could stand their body suddenly doing an uncontrollable backflip right as they were about to fall asleep?
Most importantly, his backflips did not affect only himself. Lin Qiye, sleeping peacefully beside him, would also be jolted awake by the sudden clang.
That was the second time Lin Qiye had felt the urge to kill Baili Pangpang...
It was free-shooting time now. There were no instructors supervising free-shooting training; it was purely meant to familiarize the recruits with firearms. After all, they had already been taught everything they needed to know. What they needed now was extensive practice, which also counted as free time after the theoretical classes.
And since shooting was Baili Pangpang's specialty, this was naturally his most relaxing and enjoyable training session.
"Oh right,