There is no guarantee for the lottery? So what?

“What are you afraid of? I still have the Dried Leaf Spirit.”

Qi Jing was also in a whimsical mood, determined to show off his bullet-dodging skills.

He imagined the cool figure of a master dodging bullets in slow motion in the movies, and felt that he could do it too.

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen~”

Even if Qi Jing said so, Yan Cheng and the other two didn't dare. This was shooting with a gun!

Qi Jing was confused, but they weren't. A careless move could really kill someone.

Seeing that they refused, Qi Jing had no choice but to take out the frying pan.

Yan Cheng jumped behind Song Jiang, revealing his head:

“What are you going to do? We’re not shooting at you, yet you want to hit us with a frying pan? Are you even human?”

Qi Jing was speechless. Was he such a violent person?

“I just want you to try shooting my frying pan, nothing else.”

Song Jiang looked at the frying pan, which was as big as a washbasin, and said:

“Aren’t you overestimating us? How can we hit such a small frying pan?”

This thing isn't even as big as the target. The probability of hitting the frying pan is even smaller than hitting the target, right?

“That’s true. Testing with you guys doesn’t seem to have much effect, because you wouldn’t hit it anyway.” Qi Jing used reverse psychology.

“Hey, I have a fiery temper. Are you looking down on me, Yan the Great? Watch how I shoot you. 'Hundred-Step Piercer Yan Double Eagle' isn't just a name.”

As he said that, Yan Cheng was about to grab the gun.

Song Jiang quickly stopped him: “Don’t be impulsive. With your skills, don’t accidentally shoot someone else~”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just stand five meters away from you guys. You can’t miss at five meters, right?” Qi Jing added fuel to the fire.

Yan Cheng's voice lowered a little:

“Five meters is a bit far, right? Would two meters work?”

Usually, when he played those shooting-balloons-with-a-gun games at the amusement park, the distance was two meters, and he could hit every time.

He thought Qi Jing was also going to stand two meters away from him and let him shoot, but he had miscalculated.

Every extra meter is an extra bit of danger.

“Okay, two meters it is.” Qi Jing didn't have any problem with that.

“Deal!”

Yan Cheng got excited. He couldn't shoot accurately at a hundred meters, but two meters was no problem, right?

He raised his gun, and Qi Jing also stood with his back to him, holding the frying pan in his hand.

Clang!

It was the sound of the gun in Yan Cheng's hand being knocked away.

“What are you doing! Stop!”

Wen Jing's voice came.

She had just been guiding a student on how to hold a gun, and in the blink of an eye, she saw Yan Cheng aiming a gun at another student, ready to pull the trigger.

Startled, she quickly picked up the gun from a nearby student and shot at Yan Cheng's gun.

Wen Jing walked over, seeing that they were still sensible and hadn't moved rashly, then turned around and said to the other students:

“Everyone, continue practicing!”

The students who were looking over there all turned their heads back.

“What’s going on with you guys?” Wen Jing asked sternly.

Yan Cheng's hand was still a little numb:

“Teacher, we’re just playing.”

Song Jiang also came over and said: “Yes, yes, we’re just playing, not doing anything bad.”

Wen Jing didn't believe that at all.

Maybe this was another case of school bullying!

This matter had to be taken care of!

Qi Jing turned around and said: “Teacher, don’t blame them. I was the one who asked him to shoot me.”

Because he wasn't proficient in using Observation Haki, he could only concentrate on sensing his own position and the position of Yan Cheng's gun just now. Otherwise, with his hundred-meter range of Observation Haki, he should have been able to notice Wen Jing's movements.

Wen Jing thought that Qi Jing was being coerced by Yan Cheng and the other two, and said:

“Are they bullying you? They’re so arrogant just after the start of school.

Don’t be afraid, I’m here. They won’t dare to do anything to you.

Tell the truth, did they force you to say that?”

How would we dare to bully him? If he wanted to, he could beat us to the point where we couldn't get out of bed.

Yan Cheng felt extremely wronged.

Seeing that Wen Jing was going off track, Qi Jing quickly said:

“Teacher, they really didn’t force me. I really took the initiative to ask him to shoot me.”

Yan Cheng also defended himself: “That’s right, we weren’t shooting at a person, but the frying pan in his hand. It’s nothing.”

If this wasn’t explained clearly, wouldn’t they be committing the crime of attempted murder and going to jail?

Wen Jing still didn’t believe it. She had to get to the bottom of this matter today.

“You said you took the initiative, why?”

Qi Jing said:

“I wanted to show off my speed and predictive abilities. They can’t hit my frying pan from this distance.”

Oh? Being coerced to the point of starting to brag.

Could a freshman have this level of skill?

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay, then I’ll try to see if you can prevent me from hitting your frying pan. Don’t worry, I’m a very good shot. If I say I’ll hit your chin, I won’t hit your upper lip.”

Unexpectedly, the teacher wanted to test him personally. Qi Jing said: “Okay!”

He was still pretending at this point, although he lacked backbone, his courage was commendable.

Wen Jing said: “Okay, I won’t use my psychic powers, and my movements will be as slow as you freshmen. If you can dodge it, I’ll believe you.”

Qi Jing turned around and took two steps back, raising the frying pan with his right hand:

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure you want to face away from me? Then I’ll start, three, two, one!”

Bang!

Qi Jing's frying pan moved a little, and Wen Jing's bullet hit the target behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All missed!

Wen Jing had noticed that this “coerced” student in front of her was not right when she fired the first shot. His body was unbelievably agile.

So Wen Jing fired three shots in a row, wanting to see where this student's limit was.

Oh? He's got something.

Wen Jing fired five more shots in a row, each shot faster than the last.

The last shot hit the black edge of the frying pan.

It didn't even shake it out of his hand?

This little classmate is extraordinary.

It seems I really wronged them.

Wen Jing put down her gun and said:

“Okay, I believe what you said. You can’t point a gun at people again in the future, understand?”

“Understood!” × 3

Wen Jing left this place.

Since it wasn't school bullying, she didn't need to stay here.

(Actually, she walked away awkwardly)

After Wen Jing walked away, Yan Cheng immediately said: “That scared me to death. I thought I was going to eat prison food.”

“Me too.” Song Jiang also breathed a sigh of relief.

He pointed at Qi Jing: “We can’t let us do this kind of thing again in the future. It’s scary!”

Qi Jing shrugged. He didn't expect the teacher to happen to look over.

He just wanted to show off this once, how did he get caught?

Showing off is harmful!

“I’m dying of laughter, hahahaha~”

Because Miao Kui was standing a little further away, he wasn't caught by the teacher. He hid aside and watched the fun for a long time.

“Traitor! We agreed to share the difficulties, why did you slip so far away!” Yan Cheng strongly accused him.

Miao Kui clutched his stomach and laughed, saying:

“Let me laugh for a while longer. It was so hard for me to hold back my laughter just now. How can you say I didn't share the difficulties?”

“Still laughing? If you laugh again, be careful I’ll shoot you!”

“You still dare to shoot? I think you want to eat prison food, hahahaha~”