The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 843

The instructor glanced at Sam, noticing his eyes were locked on Mirabella. He leaned in and whispered, "Sam, do you want to call that girl over?"

Sam, with his hands clasped behind his back, had a penetrating look under his thick eyebrows. Meanwhile, under Mirabella's guidance, Lisa squeezed the trigger, and the shot rang out.

Although it didn't hit the bullseye, it was pretty close. Still lying on the ground, Lisa stared at her score in disbelief, "Did... did my bullet actually fly straight??"

Mirabella shot her a sideways glance, stepped aside, and said nonchalantly, "Try again."

Lisa nodded, feeling a surge of confidence. She set up her rifle again, aimed, and fired. This time, without Mirabella's help, she completely missed the target.

Lisa sighed, "..."

Nothing.

and gave Mirabella a pleading look, "Could

fingers to her forehead. Seriously, isn't this just

On the second try, Lisa paid close attention and felt like she finally got it. When she pulled the trigger

shifted his gaze back and answered the instructor's

from a distance, his sharp hearing picked up

insightful. She

further and leisurely strolled over to the next group practicing

instructor's movements. She noticed the sudden appearance of a stranger in military attire, someone the instructor seemed to respect. She figured he must be an important

heard from an upperclassman that the instructors training the Prestige College freshmen were real soldiers from the military. Getting praised by one of them could earn you a few extra

wouldn't

up her rifle, smoothly laid down, aimed, and fired in one fluid

shooting, Howard stood up straight, her

We all learned together, but while we've missed several times, you've already hit the bullseye.