Chapter 651: 551 Complete Domination! Lin Qingjia ets Wen Tinglan [1 Update]
Huan was quite aware that not even Imperial Capital University, let alone the second-ranked Helga University in the world, would offer a course on firearms assembly.
Because it was too dangerous.
Only Norton University would offer such a course.
It was good enough for ordinary people to be able to shoot, let alone assemble a gun.
Huan also learned a bit about Ying Zijin, knowing that Norton University had invited her after her college entrance examination scores were released, but she didn’t go.
So he truly regretted it for her.
Once you’re in Norton University, you’ll find that all other schools are just a drop in the ocean.
When Huan made this request, not only was Wen Tinglan, Li Han, and the others’ expressions slightly darkened.
It was Qin Lingyu who took another look at Huan, crossed her arms around her chest, and clicked her tongue.
What was this?
This was the equivalent of refusing Heaven’s path only to tread willingly into Hell.
She had never seen anyone so eager to rush to their own death.
“I’ll compete with Tinglan, I’m from the chanical Departnt as well,” Adele raised her hand, “That would be fair.”
The previous student spoke again, “Adele, you’re a freshman, you haven’t been in class for long, how can your practical skills compare to a sophomore’s? Stop ssing around.”
Adele was about to say sothing when a look from the girl stopped her.
Ying Zijin withdrew her gaze and laid her hand on the box with chanical parts, tapping her finger lightly, “Don’t mind, let’s start.”
Huan smiled again, took another box of parts, “Miss Ying is straightforward.”
After both were ready, Qin Lingyu said, “I’ll count down from three, three, two, one — begin!”
Two tirs on either side of the large screen began their countdown.
Huan composed himself and began to assemble.
Although he wasn’t from the chanical Departnt, firearms assembly was indeed an essential skill in the Hershel Family, and he was not at all afraid.
Until he heard a sharp intake of breath around him.
Huan was stunned for a mont, then he looked up at the table opposite him.
Upon looking, his expression changed.
The girl’s hands moved swiftly, not even glancing at the schematics.
Oftentis he had just noticed her picking up a part, and the next second, she would have already assembled it.
Everyone present, whether they were students or viewers watching the live broadcast, saw that in less than three minutes, Ying Zijin had already assembled two-thirds of it.
Utter shock.
[Damn, God Ying can really assemble a gun?!]
[Put God Ying’s awesoness on the public screen!]
[We still have to give it up, there’s nothing in this world God Ying can’t do! She always brings us surprises.]
Huan had never expected this.
After all, he was only nineteen years old, and his mind wasn’t that strong.
He ssed up a step, accidentally pressing the wrong part.
It was during his process of disassembling and reassembling that Ying Zijin had already installed the last part.
The countdown on the right stopped at 4 minutes and 29 seconds.
Ying Zijin held the assembled pistol in her hand and raised it.
The cold muzzle pointed directly at Huan’s forehead.
Huan’s expression changed.
“Bang!”
The trigger was pulled at this mont, and there was a sound.
Huan’s heart leapt to his throat, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.
His face turned pale, and he beca so unsteady that he fell off the stool and sat down on the ground.
[Hahaha!]
[God Ying’s gun-wielding pose is so cool, I thought it was real for a mont.]
[No way, did God Ying just scare him like that?]
“Don’t be afraid,” Ying Zijin put the gun down and lifted her eyes, “There are no bullets inside, you’re too nervous.”
After all, it was a public program, and incidents of injury or death couldn’t occur.
Supporting himself with shaky legs, Huan was helped back onto the stool by a male student beside him.
He was still sweating profusely, his heart pounding.
He was a sophomore and had, of course, participated in combat classes, but real combat was still a far cry for him.
It was not until the third year that he might join the action departnt on missions.
This was the first ti Huan had a gun pointed at him like this.
But he shouldn’t have had such a big reaction.
The male student was puzzled, “Huan, why are you so easily frightened?”
Huan kept a stern face.
Only he himself knew that just a mont ago, Ying Zijin might have really wanted to kill him.
That kind of cold murderous intent made him shiver all over.
“Group two gets ten points,” said Qin Lingyu, “The next event is related to the weapons you just assembled. We’ll provide simulated guns for you to perform simple shooting. Now we’ll draw lots.”
The big screen scrolled and then stopped on two nas.
Adele Milton.
Ying Zijin.
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