Very soon, a minute had passed. Qin Sheng put down her gun, stood up, and stood up straight.
Zhao Xiang deliberately looked at Qin Sheng's target.
There was a hole in the middle of the 10th ring.
Zhao Xiang was stunned. It was impossible. With Qin Sheng's level, how could she shoot to the middle of the 10th ring?
Zhao Xiang quickly looked elsewhere.
She heaved a sigh of relief.
There was only one hole on the tenth ring, and the rest were gone.
It seemed that Qin Sheng was lucky to hit the tenth ring. The other four bullets missed the target.
This time, she wanted to see how Qin Sheng would pass.
The instructor walked over and began to register the students' shooting results.
His voice was very loud and clearly reached the ears of every student in the class.
"Ye Fangming, 35 points."
"Li Jinhao, 33 points."
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