On the side, the electronic scoreboard on Luo Jun's shooting lane automatically displayed the score—8 rings.
Leng Zirui nodded towards the scoreboard, his tone filled with pride, "See that, we Leng family members are born with a feel for guns!"
Xu Xia pouted, she didn't believe it, could she be worse than a little kid?!
Raising the pistol, she squinted one eye, aimed, and then pulled the trigger.
The force of the pistol was greater than she imagined, her hand shook, and the gun almost dropped.
Xu Xia eagerly lifted her gaze, looking towards the electronic scoreboard.
On the screen, the red "0" hadn't moved at all.
"What's going on?!" Xu Xia asked Leng Zirui puzzled.
"Obviously, you didn't hit the target!" Leng Zirui laughed.
She didn't even hit the target, how could she be so lousy?!
Xu Xia refused to give up, she picked up the gun again and shot once more.
Bang bang bang!
Three consecutive shots, the scoreboard stubbornly remained at 0.
