You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chris's cronies are all standing on the left, and Cecelia's the Hurley troops are all standing on the right.

They were all waving their hands to show support.

Such a stance makes Joyce feel overwhelmed with headaches.

Why does it feel like you've been forced into a gladiatorial ring?

She held her forehead. Why was it so childish. She's not a child anymore, but also to compete with people to shoot, there are so many onlookers.

Instantly, there is a feeling of being in a zoo.

"Don't worry, it's all your own people.” Cecelia gently patted Joyce's shoulder and smiled gently.

It doesn't matter what the score is, who wins and who loses in the end. Being able to compete with Chris was enough to gain the recognition of the whole army. Because she knows very well that Chris is also a rare marksman in the world.

Chris and Joyce walked to the front of the stage separately. In front of them were air rifles for special training, and headphones, etc.

Right in front, on the big screen, someone has already connected the equipment, clearly showing the current situation.

wins. Luther walked over to Joyce and encouraged her in the ear, "You're the best, I believe in

gun stock in my bag, I went to the hardware market on the outskirts of town today and obtained this gun stock, I didn't expect it

had just

stepped forward and handed the butt of the gun to

“It will fit?"

"No problem. I had it custom made to fit my hand

over at

ten shots and the total score comes out, you start shooting again?" By doing so, he actually kind of phased his opponent in the race. After all, the

shoot all the way through first, that's fine too." "OK. You

had to shoot all ten rounds first, she was afraid Chris would

don't you regret it. I gave you a choice." Chris smiled with

air rifle

the bull's-eye, squint and

"Bang."

"Bang Bang Bang!"

kept popping up

10.9, 10.9, 10.8, 10.9, 10.9, 10.9

freeze and Chris’ score was fixed at 10.9 and never moved

all ten shots are