Wen Lan used her actions to prove that a sharpshooter might not need to be fed bullets, and asking her for money might work wonders too.
Since Su Yuncheng proposed to pay her own expenses, every shot Wen Lan fired felt like it hit her in the heart.
It hurt too much!
Because it hurt, every shot she fired was extremely careful.
Su Yuncheng pressed his temple: "The way you aim, you'd die countless times."
Who would give her three minutes to aim?
She'd already be dead.
"Huh?"
Wen Lan looked pained, "But if I don't aim like this, I'll miss the target."
Su Yuncheng looked at his watch, coldly demanding, "From now on, you must shoot within ten seconds."
Wen Lan: "...!"
Might as well let her die!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Wen Lan felt like she'd fired away half a car.
But the effect was clear. Gradually, Wen Lan was forced to shoot within ten seconds and could hit six or seven rings.
