On the road, Yuan Hao drove, glancing at the rearview mirror from ti to ti.
He seed to want to speak but hesitated. At one traffic light, he finally could not hold back and asked, "He Tiantian, your marksmanship is really impressive. How exactly did you learn to shoot like that?"
As a professional soldier, he knew about talents but believed more in the saying, "Sharpshooters are created by bullets."
Learn by just watching?
Or perhaps by following the crafted arts of the television?
That sounds like a joke.
To Yuan Hao, Tiantian’s ridiculous claims were as preposterous as if she had said she learned martial arts from an online "Secret Manual"!
"No need to practice. Once I’ve grasped the principles of firearms and accurately calculated the distance, wind direction, and various data about the pistol, I can achieve the shooting objective!"
Revealing one’s own flaws and being unable to redy them through normal ans, one can only speak nonsense with eyes closed.
Oh no, it was Tiantian who spoke brazenly with eyes wide open, causing Yuan Hao’s temples to twitch.
He opened his mouth, about to say sothing else, but catching Tiantian’s confident expression in the mirror—the kind unique to a "talent"—he swallowed his words again.
Forget it, no more questions!
Asking for so long, the answers given by others would only seem absurd and unreliable.
Maybe it would even be a crushing blow from "talent," overwhelming one’s intelligence.
Yuan Hao was indeed curious, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to make himself uncomfortable.
However, next month’s Special Soldier training could be an opportunity to utilize.
Yuan Hao kept silent but secretly made a plan in his mind.
Before darkness completely fell, the car arrived at the gate of County First Middle School.
"Major Yuan, thank you!"
Tiantian, with her backpack on, politely expressed her gratitude.
"You’re welco. Actually, I should be thanking you!"
Yuan Hao rested his arm on the car window, smiling at Tiantian.
Tiantian was slightly taken aback.
Yuan Hao said, "The improved Model 11 pistol is very useful! Also, I have a comrade who is a sharpshooter; he loves the improved Model 10 sniper rifle!"
A single shot could blast a tank, incredibly fierce!
Moreover, after Tiantian’s improvents, the more powerful Model 10 sniper rifle didn’t even increase in weight.
This was what sharpshooters were most satisfied with; otherwise, carrying weapons weighing dozens of pounds every day was indeed quite a challenge.
Instantly understanding, Tiantian smiled brightly, "Although people might laugh at for saying this, I still want to say, ’This is what I should do.’"
Soldiers protect their holand, and if she had no ability, that would be one thing, but having the ability, naturally, she wanted to help upgrade and replace their weapons with better ones.
In this way, they could reduce casualties and better defend the country and the people!
"... Thank you!" Yuan Hao paused for a mont before expressing his gratitude again.
In his view, Tiantian was still a child, yet she could already contribute to the country; such behavior itself deserved respect and thanks!
Tiantian waved her hand and bid Yuan Hao farewell.
Instead of leaving in haste, Yuan Hao watched Tiantian safely enter the school before starting the car.
With a roar, the car left County First Middle School, quickly disappearing into the night.
Tiantian, carrying her pack, went to the cafeteria to pack a al, then returned to the dormitory.
"Back already? I boiled so water for you!"
Chen Nan, buried in her studies, looked up and greeted Tiantian upon hearing the door open.
"Thank you! I’ve brought you so food; you probably haven’t eaten yet!"
Tiantian placed a serving of potato chicken rice on Chen Nan’s desk, seeing the draft paper full of equations and realizing she must have spent most of the day studying in the dormitory again.
The model student, except for the tis she had to work part-ti to earn her tuition, was almost always studying.
And for soone like Chen Nan, who studied so hard, neglecting food and sleep was the norm.
It was now seven in the evening, and according to her habits, Chen Nan likely hadn’t eaten yet.
And even if she did eat, it was probably just gnawing on a bun with pickles.
Tiantian glanced at Chen Nan’s pale, thin face; her cheeks hollow, completely colorless, hair a malnourished dull yellow.
Sixteen or seventeen years old, it was ti to grow, and although Chen Nan wasn’t starving, her diet lacked proper nutrition.
One yuan for four buns, which she could eat for a day, the cheapest sour potato strips and cabbage tofu stew in the cafeteria, she couldn’t bear to buy, often just relying on the small pickles given away for free, along with soup to eat with buns.
She spent the day without much at or fish, not to ntion eggs or milk, which she was even more reluctant to afford.
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