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.

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

on the outskirts of town today and obtained this gun stock, I didn't expect

the range door, picked up the bag Joyce had just set

he stepped forward and handed the butt

“It will fit?"

it custom made to fit my hand

over

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

first, that's

if she had to shoot all ten rounds first, she was afraid

you regret it. I gave you a choice." Chris smiled with a hint of evil

raises the air rifle in

the bull's-eye,

"Bang."

"Bang Bang Bang!"

popping up

10.9, 10.9, 10.8, 10.9,

and Chris’

all ten shots are