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

glanced at Luther, "Bring the gun stock in my bag, I went to the hardware market on the outskirts

range door, picked up the bag Joyce had just set aside, and retrieved from it the butt of

handed the butt of the gun to

“It will fit?"

"No problem. I had it

over at

phased his opponent in the race. After all, the total score is already out, and the second shooter, according to

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

ten rounds first, she was

you a choice." Chris smiled with

the air

at the bull's-eye,

"Bang."

"Bang Bang Bang!"

up on

10.8, 10.9, 10.9, 10.9

seemed to freeze and Chris’ score was fixed

ten