Over here, Xiaolei hadn't been back for training in a long while. Seeing the familiar surroundings, he couldn't help but feel eager.
Xiaolei wasn't exactly an outsider, so after his forr companions helped him put on protective gear, they let him walk into the training room.
After all, the speed was fast, and even if the bullet's impact was small, getting hit in an important spot could still cause injury. Special protective clothing and glasses were essential.
Once Xiaolei entered, he set up for two guns to shoot simultaneously.
It must be explained here that adding a gun in training is divided into three stages. For example, new mbers starting training could only dodge one gun, and the timing was freely set. Generally, it began with a shot every twenty seconds. The quickest beca one every two seconds. Once they could fully dodge a single gun, a second gun was added; the first stage would then be two simultaneous shots in ten seconds, without knowing from which direction they would shoot. The second stage followed with five seconds. The third stage was two seconds.
It progressed step by step. What Shen Junjie ntioned earlier about lasting a minute against three guns was the two-second-per-shot type, and a minute was an excellent achievent. Surviving more than fifteen bullets from four guns had been his best record. Even at ten seconds per shot, the pressure from four guns far exceeded that from three. That best record was set two years ago, and to this day, Shen Junjie hasn't surpassed it; sotis, even at the second shot, he was hit when dealing with four guns.
This training isn't for scores but special training used to survive in actual combat.
Furthermore, Yanhuang Soul has a rule that those who fail the training cannot participate in formal missions. If one can't et the standard within the ti limit, they don't even qualify as formal mbers, ultimately being dismissed from Yanhuang Soul. However, dismissed individuals don't necessarily give up; they can return to their previous unit as instructors, or, if unwilling, be arranged for bodyguard jobs.
At this mont, Xiaolei stood quietly in the practice room, feeling a pressure he hadn't felt in a long ti. Being targeted by so many muzzles in a training room of less than a hundred square ters was not an oppression an ordinary person could endure.
'Bang, bang.'
Two shots fired from different directions. Xiaolei leaped away at that instant and successfully dodged them.
Forr teammates outside the glass door clapped and cheered.
Then ca the two shots five seconds later.
'Whoosh.' Dodged again.
But Xiaolei's focus had already dispersed. As expected, when the third set of bullets ca, Xiaolei could only dodge the fifth bullet; the sixth hit his thigh.
"Wow, ouch, ouch, ouch."
Lei Xiaolei hopped out, rubbing his stinging thigh, limping. He took off his protective gear and pulled up his pants, revealing a large red welt on his thigh.
Injuries during training were unavoidable; everyone here had experienced it, but better to get hurt in training than to lose life in real combat.
"Not bad. If over the holidays, you might get used to a shot every five seconds within a month," Xiaolei's forr captain said with a smile.
"But there's hardly any chance to train with everyone, haha," Xiaolei said with a bitter smile.
"Don't you know? The note 'never to be employed' has been removed from your file. You still have a chance to co back," Xiaolei's captain continued.
"I know. But now I suddenly feel that following him is more interesting," Xiaolei said, glancing in Xiaofan's direction.
At that mont, Xiaofan was struggling to squeeze through the crowd, intending to watch Shen Zuimo's training inside the room.
But there were simply too many onlookers, none willing to give way, frustrating Xiaofan to the point of steaming trails almost erupted, nearly bursting into curses.
Inside the training room, Shen Zuimo wore a black tight-fitting training outfit that perfectly showcased her figure. Her eyebrows exuded seriousness. She had been training for over half an hour, hit several tis but didn't cry out in pain, continuing to focus on her training.
The long hours of training gave her body imnse mobility. Her white neck glistened with sweat, making the n outside lustily gaze, their mouths watering.
'Bang, bang.'
'Bang, bang.'
'Bang, bang.'
Shen Zuimo was also undergoing two-gun simultaneous shooting, but she was much faster than Xiaolei, shooting every two seconds.
Clearly, Shen Zuimo had done similar training back in Red Butterfly, although the facilities there weren't as complete as at Yanhuang Soul.
'Bang, bang.'
Finally, after lasting a minute, a bullet hit Shen Zuimo's left shoulder, ending this round of training.
As she exited the training room, so bold Yanhuang Soul mbers stepped forward to offer favors. It was unavoidable; n liked beautiful won, and there was nothing wrong with that. When Xiaofan first t Shen Zuimo, he even thought she was a beautiful ghost.
"Miss Shen, here, have so water. Mine's cold; it's more refreshing."
"Here. Wipe your sweat."
Towels and water were thoroughly prepared.
Shen Zuimo, surrounded by people, frowned slightly but didn't show signs of anger. Ignoring their gestures, she returned to her seat to wipe herself with her towel. Naturally, the water was her own prepared bottle.
However, she drank the water sowhat quickly, finishing a bottle in no ti.
Those mbers waiting for a chance sward imdiately, offering their water.
'Whoosh.' Just then, a bottle of mineral water arced through the air towards Shen Zuimo.
Shen Zuimo swiftly reached out and caught the bottle firmly.
"Drinking ice water after training is bad for the body," a lazy voice ca from behind the crowd, and those gathered imdiately turned to see the source of the voice.
Yet our classmate Ye Xiaofan seed unconcerned about being watched, walking over slowly.
Shen Zuimo gave Xiaofan a sidelong glance, then nonchalantly twisted open the cap and started drinking.
As she drank, her fair neck and alluring collarbone were unreservedly exposed. Xiaofan shook his head with a wry smile; a sense of possessiveness erged. So many people watching—he felt he was at a loss.
Clearly, compared to these mbers, Xiaofan understood Shen Zuimo better. Even if she'd forgotten him and reverted to her original assassin nature, he still knew her.
Offering water directly would surely be rejected by Shen Zuimo's prideful nature, but using Xiaofan's forceful thod had a much higher success rate.
Shen Zuimo wasn't stupid and wouldn't trouble herself. After taking the water, she glanced at Xiaofan before drinking on her own.
Xiaofan once again put his shaless skills to work, approaching. Everyone was amazed that this unfamiliar, young guy had Shen Zuimo willingly drinking his water. They froze for a mont, beginning to discuss who this young man might be.
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