Brieth stood up with an arrogant facial expression. He subconsciously looked at the Chinese students, and the cold smile on his face froze.
He thought that he would be the first to complete it, and that the person beside him would be second. But in fact… soone had completed the shooting before him.
Brieth, whose face and muscles had stiffened, was so angry that his chest hurt again. Even his middle finger, which had been twisted by the instructor, was hurting.
Damn it, the Chinese student had stood up!
When did she stand up?
Did she finish firing all ten bullets?
Another Chinese student stood up. Brieth thought Cartright would be the second one to stand up, but Cartright planted the little red flag about 15 seconds after the Chinese student.
Brieth, who had been given another severe blow, heaved up and down. It took him a lot of effort to retract his gloomy gaze from the Chinese students.
It didn't matter. The results of the competition were based on the chest targets. So what if Ye Jian was the first to complete the shooting? The results didn't have much to do with ti!
Brieth, who failed again and again, couldn't accept the fact that he had failed. He couldn't face the fact that his skills were inferior to others. In the end, he used his ridiculous so-called identity and the nobility of his bloodline to protect his remaining arrogance.
At this mont, Cartright was in a bad mood too. He had always been confident in his shooting skills and speed. He thought that he would only fall behind the outstanding Brieth, but reality slapped him hard.
When they counted the chest rings, especially Ye Jian's chest rings, he questioned her on the spot, "No, that's impossible! I need to check her chest rings! I raise my doubts!"
Apart from Brieth, the other four students' expressions turned ugly.
No matter how noble their identities and bloodlines were, they couldn't be acting so stupidly!
They were ashad of their stupid actions!
A Sedoyan student who happened to be very close to Cartright took a few steps away from him, putting distance between the two of them.
He was so stupid that even the students from his own country started to feel disgusted. Why didn't he realize it?
The students from Sedoya could not understand this.
In the face of Cartright's doubts, the instructor readily agreed.
He wouldn't give up until he reached the end of his rope. He wouldn't cry until she saw the coffin. Would he beco obedient after being taught a few more lessons?
The students from Sedoya said that they didn't have any doubts and that they didn't need to check the target together. The other four students from Manchester didn't want to go over either, but they didn't have the chance to refuse. They could only follow.
Song Zhiqiu was the representative of the Chinese students. He followed the instructor and brought the Manchester students to check the targets.
The bullets fired by Ye Jian were concentrated in a circle on the chest target. The center circle was empty. When Cartright saw the empty center circle, he understood.
"Do you still have any objections?" Song Zhiqiu spoke on behalf of the instructor with a cold facial expression. "Can we continue the competition? I hope you can perform well and don't let such a situation happen again. Thank you."
The 'thank you' was full of sarcasm. It made Cartright's face burn with pain. He was in a sorry state.
Any objections?
Of course not.
Due to this objection, reality slapped him in the face a few tis again. Those who with thin skin would have been too embarrassed and would've escaped from here. However, the two of them were shaless and could still stand.
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