Chapter Thirty-Seven
Xu Dong had been waiting by the scorekeeper early on. When the scores were announced, he was the first to find the second contestant, Ling Chengyan, and looked further down: Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings!
Ling Chengyan, total score: Fifty rings! A perfect score!
Xu Dong didn't even need to look at the other competitors' scores. He immediately smiled and waved at Ling Chengyan: "Perfect score, victory!"
Ling Chengyan smiled, put down the competition gun in her hand, and turned to walk towards Zhang Yuyan and Li Huaihua at the edge of the field.
"Ling Chengyan, you're amazing! A perfect score!" Zhang Yuyan cheered, giving Ling Chengyan a thumbs-up with both hands.
Li Huaihua also smiled and congratulated, "Looks like there's hope for three first places today."
Others from Taiping Commune were also happy. Unlike the female militia, they couldn't be as affectionate, so they just applauded warmly to express their congratulations.
