"Is it my turn to fire a shot!?"
When Le Yu lowered the long gun, Li Ying sidled over and asked with a shameless grin. Le Yu paused. "Why do you want to shoot?"
"Isn't firing a gun openly on campus every student's dream?" Li Ying said matter-of-factly. "The three great dreams of Imperial Academy students: blow up the Platinum Tower, gunfights every day, screw the exams, Radiance forever!"
There was even a catchy rhyme. Le Yu's impression of Imperial Academy students' audacity had been refreshed. Perhaps this was Cha Huan's backlash. What kind of principal produced what kind of students. Since Cha Huan spent every day thinking of ways to torment students' minds and break their bodies, he could hardly blame them for treating blowing up his office as the ultimate dream they yearned for.
"Forget it. I'm not letting you touch it." Le Yu dismantled the long gun into seven components with a casual motion, as swiftly as if performing magic. Qin Yueshi and Li Ying had long since grown used to it—they had just watched Le Yu open the case and assemble the parts into a long gun in three seconds.
All four of Le Yu's drivers had studied this sort of gunplay. Perhaps guns were a man's romance, or perhaps such top-tier killing weapons were simply tools that four embittered schemers had to master. Qian Yuliu had light pistol marksmanship from his time at Military Academy, Yin Yinyin had basic proficiency with all firearms, Jing Zhengwei specialized in shotgun marksmanship, and Qin Leyin, who mastered the Ethereal Combat Arts, specialized in precision shooting.
Le Yu had naturally inherited none of those shooting specialties, but he retained vague impressions of them. Thus, he mastered little tricks like firearm assembly after only casual practice, while shooting at stationary