Every year during target practice, no matter how strict the managent is, stray bullets inevitably leave the field, but they mostly damage the training facilities, considered as minor accidents.
There has never been a fatality.
This year, it seems there might be bloodshed, leading to a major accident!
Students reacted and shouted, "Zuzi!" but it was of no use.
Zuzi had her back to everyone, listening to Xi Rubao and Wu Qianman discuss lunch; she couldn’t possibly dodge it.
It’s over.
Zuzi, who just scored a bullseye with ten shots, was about to die from an accident.
The student who fired the stray bullet was so scared they burst into tears.
Chaos ensued.
Suddenly, a soft laugh was heard.
Zuzi, who was chatting, slowly extended her jade-like arm and waved gently behind her.
The crowd only had ti to see that her hand now held a soft pink peach blossom aid in the direction of the incoming bullet.
Is a peach blossom blocking the bullet?
Isn’t that like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm?
But with just a gentle wave from Zuzi, two or three petals of the peach blossom scattered and floated in the air.
The crowd only heard the gunshot but didn’t see Zuzi get hurt, and the drifting petals seed to be held aloft by a strong gust, remaining steady.
Where did the bullet go?
The bullet... was actually embedded in the suspended petals!
Holy crap, the mantis arm actually stopped the chariot; the peach blossom actually blocked the bullet.
But that’s not all.
The crowd watched wide-eyed as the petal with the bullet paused in mid-air, and then, in the next second, started floating back in the direction the bullet had co from, heading toward the girl who accidentally fired the bullet.
The girl, who was crying stupidly, was so shocked her eyes almost popped out, and her cries were choked off.
Bian Xiaohong, who was behind her, was so frightened her soul almost left her.
Could it be returning for revenge?
She clearly didn’t do it herself; she only whispered a few words behind the girl, making that clumsy person panic and accidentally fire a stray bullet.
Zuzi’s sense of revenge is so strong.
But she doesn’t want to die!
She still wants to endure hardships, succeed, and be soone important; if Ancestor blesses her to survive this, she swears she will live rightly and not think of any crooked ways again.
The next second.
The bullets were pushed back into the magazine one by one by the peach blossoms, each returning to its place.
Bian Xiaohong, as if drained, leaned against the trunk of a Parasol Tree, her eyes empty and terrified.
The air seed to freeze for a mont.
No one cared about Bian Xiaohong’s embarrassnt.
Everyone’s attention was almost entirely fixed on Zuzi.
After such a breathtaking mont, that graceful figure still had her back to everyone, only extending a jade-like arm, wrist gently swaying.
Casually blocking the incoming bullets and showing rcy by not retaliating; also frugally returning the bullets to their place.
What kind of supernatural being is this!
How was it done?
Nearby students and instructors rushed over, panting and sweating, asking, "Is everything alright? We thought we heard an accident here just now?"
It was only then that Zuzi slowly turned her head, the remaining peach blossom on her fingers brushing her cheek, with her red lips slightly curved: "It’s no big deal, no need to fuss."
At that mont.
Everyone was once again rendered speechless in awe.
What a beautiful smile, enchanting the world!
At this mont.
In a pavilion on the distant mountaintop.
Nangong Mo was observing the shooting range with binoculars: "Didn’t you say she was training here today? Why is no one here? How did you manage to ss up your intel?"
The man’s tone was sowhat irritable and gloomy.
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