[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

I don't quite understand why Prison Temple wants to compete with me, but I have no way to refuse him.

Firstly, there were so many people watching, and secondly, Marino did not have the stamina to ignore Pengoile's invitation.I rejected Prison Temple at the training ground today, and I am afraid that news will come from my family tomorrow that "Vengelie has given us another problem".

It is true that Vengley cannot take away a small family casually, but they have a way to put small shoes on you quietly.

I don't really want to use such dark thoughts to speculate on Pengo Lie, after all, it is the family that Kurom belongs to.But even so, I couldn't convince myself to really get along with those people carelessly.

No matter how good the relationship is, we are in two completely different positions.

The contestants of the three grades have all played.

According to the arrangement of the competition, a total of fifteen participating students from three grades were divided into five groups, with five shots in each group, and the grade with the highest score won.

In fact, according to the requirements of formal sports competition, five shots are far from enough.But firstly, the course time is limited, and secondly, this competition is just a random quiz improvised by the instructor, and there are no conditions for making it so formal.

Most importantly, students hold guns not to compete, but to kill.The vast majority of small conflicts will not give you the opportunity to fire dozens of bullets. Either you will empty the gun, or you will end the battle with a few shots at the right time.

The land we live in is called Sicily.Now everyone can share a training ground calmly, but when you leave the school, your classmates may become enemies. No one knows if the person who shot and took your life was sitting next to you in school An acquaintance in which position.

The whitewashed peace is an illusion after all, we are just protected in the ivory tower called "school" to receive the last education before officially entering the world of the mafia.

Prison Temple should have said something to the mentor, and he and I were assigned to the last group.

I originally thought that the events of our group should be the same as those of the other four groups, but at the end of the day, I realized that there was really nothing good in Penger's list.

Prison Temple asked the instructor to change the fixed target into a moving target.

Well, this is very Vongola.

Not to mention that moving targets are much more difficult than fixed targets, and I don't really like to practice moving targets.Prison Temple must have to face a lot of high-speed moving targets in actual combat, and I really suffered a bit when I think about it.

It is also impossible to ask the instructor to change to a fixed target. If I say that I don't play a moving target, it is no different from directly admitting defeat.

I greeted the whole family of the prison temple ten times in my heart, walked to my seat with a smile, squinted my eyes with a gun in my hand, and waited for the instructor to announce the start of the game.

There are three moving targets at a time, one for each person. The moving speed and trajectory of the targets are exactly the same. difficulty.

Now the scores of the first, second and third grades are exactly the same, and the fifth group is the tiebreaker.

This is not good news.It's troublesome to think about all the hopes of the whole grade being placed on me.

At this time, my dear classmates can't care about personal grievances.There were sporadic cheering sounds from behind. Obviously, they felt that the result of the game was more important than the grievances in the relationship between men and women.

Following the instructor's order, Prison Temple and I raised our guns at the moving target and tapped the trigger at the same time.

"First grade, ten rings! Second grade, ten rings! Third grade, ten rings!"

An expected draw.

I took a breath and turned my head to look at the prison temple.Lan of Vengley X did not look at me, he adjusted his gun posture very carefully, as if he was not in the same dimension as everything around him.

Speaking of it, Prison Temple seems to have been like this since he entered school, except for Peng Gelie's internal personnel, he is indifferent to everyone, and he doesn't know that those suitors really like him.

I also asked Raula at the time why you like the prison temple and why did you insist on attacking him? Raula said that the prison temple is good-looking and rich, but I said that there are many good-looking and rich men, why do you have to stare at him? Looking at him, Raula said that's what I like about him.

Then you like it, anyway, I can't appreciate it.

In my opinion, the group of people in Pengelie are all natural disasters that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be played with. If you want to develop any substantive relationship with them, it is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

At that time, it was packaged and sold without knowing what happened.

After all, he is Peng Ge's rightful heir, so he really doesn't have two brushes? G Tian and the others can't make it this far.

I looked back, and shot again at the target that came out again.

"First grade, ten rings! Second grade, ten rings! Third grade, nine rings!"

The senior in the third grade made a mistake.There was a burst of "hush" from the crowd of onlookers behind. Presumably, it was because the third graders didn't play as well as the first and second graders and it was embarrassing.

I turned my head to look at the seniors in the third grade.From my angle, I can only see his pale face in an instant, presumably because of the heavy psychological pressure.

To be honest, I don't really understand why he has psychological pressure.

It's just a competition, not a battle with live ammunition. Moreover, the school's school system is very special. Grades are not equal to the time of enrollment. The education we have received since the beginning of the school for more than half a year is completely the same. Naturally, there is no such thing as higher grades. The saying that the lower grades learn more.

But it's his business that he can't figure it out, and I'm not a life mentor, so there's no need to tell him anything.

Gunshots.

"First grade, ten rings! Second grade, ten rings! Third grade, ten rings!"

I took another breath, and when I raised my head, I happened to meet the gaze of Shangyu Temple.

I have long heard that the Tenth Guardian of Lan's marksmanship is very good, and the fighting method is mainly based on guns. I have no doubt that the actual marksmanship of the prison temple is better than mine-I hit the ten rings because I With the strength of ten rings, Prison Temple probably scored ten rings because ten rings was the highest score.

After all, I am not a combatant.

The fourth shot is still a draw.Now my scores are exactly the same as that of the prison temple, and the seniors in the third grade have one ring less than us, so they are temporarily at a disadvantage. If there is no accident, the winner will definitely come from between me and the prison temple.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with winning the Prison Temple in this small competition.

But I'm not quite sure what the prison temple means: I'm not sure whether he really wants to compete with me or try to impress me.If it's the former, winning or losing depends on one's ability, but if it's the latter, I can't beat him.

I can't afford Vengley.

Thinking about it this way, it might be better to deliberately lose to him.

I made up my mind, dawdled for a while on purpose, and pulled the trigger when the time was running out.

off target.

There are many reasons for the last miss in the first four strikes, such as being too excited and making a mistake, or being too tired to hit the target.All in all, not a bad result.

I put down the gun with a sigh of relief and waited for the instructor to announce the final grade.

When I raised my head, I met the prison temple's gaze again. The young man's beautiful blue eyes fell on my face. I couldn't tell if he was angry, but I could at least be sure that he was a little upset.

What are you upset about?The same score as the vase he has been looking down on?

Prison Temple also put down his gun.A more violent commotion broke out in the crowd behind him than before.There was a deliberately protracted "hush" sound from the queue of the first and second graders. It sounded carefully that the onlookers on both sides didn't know when they were on the bar.

...So it turns out that my classmates have such a sense of grade honor?

But I'm missing the target, and I don't know what the hell the first-year students are booing about.

The third-year senior put down the gun in a daze. I felt that he seemed to be sleepwalking, and even the action of holding the gun seemed extravagant.

There was an unbelievable voice from the mentor in his ear.

"First grade, off target! Second grade, off target! Third grade, eighth ring!"

The author has something to say:

Cecilia: No, Vongola is not easy to mess with, let it go (off target)

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