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.

Luther walked over to Joyce and encouraged

the hardware market on the outskirts

Joyce had just set aside, and retrieved from it the butt of

and handed the butt of

“It will fit?"

weighed it, "No problem. I had it custom

over

the initiative to propose, "I'll shoot first. How about after I shoot all 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 total score is already out, and the second shooter, according to the total score, can adjust his state. Will not

first, that's fine too." "OK. You first." Joyce kind of accepted

had to shoot all ten rounds first, she was afraid Chris would run out of steam

a choice."

air rifle in

at the bull's-eye,

"Bang."

"Bang Bang Bang!"

kept popping up

10.9, 10.9, 10.8, 10.9, 10.9, 10.9

Chris’ score was

ten