Mecha Breaks the World

Chen Feng didn't expect that his first serve would be good, and his face blushed and replied, "Maybe it's luck. I'm just doing aiming and shooting normally, and I may not be able to score such high points later."

Teacher Lin did not continue to argue, and stood beside Chen Feng to signal him to continue practicing: "Whether it will be known in a moment, you continue, I will see if there is any problem with your movements."

Now that Teacher Lin has said so, it happens that he also wants to test whether the action is standard, Chen Feng no longer says to continue his shooting. With Teacher Lin watching by, Chen Feng shot more seriously, perfectly presented the shooting action he remembered in his mind, and combined his familiarity with the beam rifle to continuously shoot the bullseye.

During the shooting, Chen Feng didn't look at the score display device all the way. After about 10 minutes, he put down the gun and looked at Teacher Lin next to him. Seeing that his eyes were not focused and his face was dignified, there was nothing wrong in his heart.

With an uneasy mood, Chen Feng asked, "Mr. Lin, is there something wrong with my shooting action just now? Just tell me, after only a few lessons, I still don’t understand it thoroughly. There is something wrong with me. Change it now."

"No, there is no problem with your shooting action and shooting posture." Teacher Lin slowly shook his head and denied Chen Feng's thoughts, then pointed to the score indicator and said: "This is the problem. Come and see for yourself."

What will happen to the score display? Will it be broken if no one touches it? Chen Feng leaned forward with his stomach full of questions, and looked at the content displayed on the score display. After seeing the content, he was also full of disbelief. Then he adjusted the screen and turned the page up until he read Chen Feng's face. Only solemnity is left.

Teacher Lin stopped staring at the performance indicator and said to Chen Feng: "If you are not my student, I can't believe it when I watch your learning changes step by step. But I still have to ask, you were true before. Haven’t you learned to shoot or have exposure to firearms?"

It turned out that in the performance display instrument, the lowest number of rings in the 40 beams shot by Chen Feng in the past 10 minutes without stopping was above 9 rings, and the highest even reached 10 rings, with an average score of 9.6 rings. None of the students in this classroom can achieve this level, even Teacher Lin feels that it is difficult for him to achieve this level easily.

Naturally, Chen Feng shook his head. He grew up on campus with Hongshui Bin and never had the chance to touch firearms: "Mr. Lin, I swear I have never touched anything related to firearms. Today is just following the previous lessons. The content of the study is being done, and it is incredible for me to have such results."

Teacher Lin didn't doubt Chen Feng's statement. After all, he participated in Chen Feng's process from ignorance of firearms to proficiency. It's just that the results in the performance display instrument today are personally doubtful. Looking at the grievances on Chen Feng’s face, Teacher Lin smiled: “Of course I believe you. You are my student. I know what your situation is. In other words, have you felt it since you got the gun? What's the difference?"

When Teacher Lin asked, Chen Feng really felt it necessary to ask: "Teacher Lin, I really have something to tell you about what you said."

"Oh? Tell me what's going on." Teacher Lin urged with bright eyes.

Chen Feng didn’t delay, and he said the inexplicable feeling he had had since the first class: “It’s like this. In the first quarter, when I was holding the beam rifle, I suddenly got very close. Familiar, I feel that this gun is a part of my body and I can manipulate it to make any movement. So I tried it, and it really is like this. The gun is in my hand as if the extension of the hand is completely unimpeded." Chen Feng put the beam rifle in his hand and flew up and down, making countless spears.

Teacher Lin felt that she was going to lose her eyes when she looked down, so she hurriedly stopped Chen Feng and pointed the beam at the table to block the gun: "Stop well and quickly, then do you have this feeling for all guns, or just To the beam rifle?"

It is rare for Chen Feng to find Teacher Lin to ask about this, and quickly replied: "Only the beam rifle has this familiarity. I have tried the beam blocking rifle and there is no response at all, and the practice effect is far from the beam rifle."

Teacher Lin did not continue to ask questions, instead let Chen Feng continue to practice: "Let's do it, you shoot a few more times, I'll look at it and say it later."

"Okay." Chen Feng picked up the beam rifle and started shooting again. He didn't know how many shots he fired in his concentration. He didn't put down the gun until Teacher Lin called to stop.

Teacher Lin pointed to the new high score on the performance indicator and said with confidence: "The situation is clearer. You have a special talent for beam rifles. This talent can help you shoot better. You continue to practice now. , We must hold this feeling tightly, and I will get something."

Without waiting for Chen Feng's reply, Teacher Lin walked quickly to the center of the shooting zone and said loudly: "Students continue to practice their own, I will come back soon after going out."

Seeing Teacher Lin disappeared from his field of vision, Chen Feng couldn't figure out what he was going to do. He simply stopped looking at the score indicator. His scores ranged from 9.2 to 10, which is more than the beginning. Improved. "There is still a lot of room for improvement, and I still have to continue practicing." Anyway, seeing Teacher Lin's posture, it will take at least some time before he can return. Chen Feng simply calmed down and continued his practice.

Chen Feng, who was immersed in the shooting, forgot everything. Before he knew it, Teacher Lin had returned to the classroom and stood behind him. However, seeing Chen Feng's devotion, Teacher Lin did not say anything to interrupt him, and put a bag of things in his hand. Walk on the ground to the shooting stands of other students and guide them.

It was not until the end of get out of class bell rang again that Chen Feng recovered from his shooting practice. It turned out that he had been practicing for so long, so what about Teacher Lin? Chen Feng quickly turned to look for Teacher Lin's figure.

Teacher Lin started to walk towards Chen Feng when the bell rang, and saw Chen Feng sober throughout the process and said, "Classmates are over. Put your guns on the shooting platform and you can leave. Today's practice has been completed. Enough, no need to practice more, hurry up to grab a good spot in the cafeteria. And Chen Feng, you stay."

Hearing this, the students left one after another. Nangong Mengdie glanced at Chen Feng suspiciously. Instead of leaving directly, he put down his gun and walked over; Zheng Zhirong is now getting closer and closer to Chen Feng’s dormitory, and he sees that Teacher Lin has left him in trouble. He didn't choose to leave either; let alone Hong Bin, who had known Chen Feng for so many years and was on the shooting stand next to him, turned around and waited to see what happened to this buddy.