The second shot finally showed improvement, significantly closer to the bullseye.
Wang Dacheng sighed in relief, "Everyone, come on, don't lose to Instructor Qin and Qiao Qiao."
A series of continuous "bang bang bang~", many shots fired out, yet not a single one hit the bullseye.
Seeing everyone's frustrated faces, Qin Shaonan stepped over, casually picked one, "Arm up, tighten, exert force, make sure the butt of the gun is firmly against the shoulder socket!"
"Breathe, adjust."
"Stand straight."
"Squeeze the trigger tightly, exert force, release when your finger trembles."
"Okay, aim, adjust your breathing, shoot after seven seconds."
...
Seven seconds later, the bullet was fired, missing the bullseye but hitting the circle closest to it. The eighteen-year-old boy cheered like a child, excitedly.
Everyone looked at him enviously and suddenly realized they hadn't remembered what commands Instructor Qin had just said!
Not remembering! So hateful! Hate, hate, hate!
