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.

of ten shots per person and the highest total score wins. Luther walked over to Joyce and encouraged her in the ear, "You're

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

as he turned to the range door, picked up the bag Joyce had just set

forward and handed the butt

“It will fit?"

it, "No problem. I had it custom made

glanced over at

again?" By doing so, he actually kind of phased his opponent in the race. After all, the total

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

she had to shoot all ten rounds first,

choice." Chris smiled with a hint of evil in his

raises the air rifle in his

bull's-eye,

"Bang."

"Bang Bang Bang!"

popping up on

10.9, 10.8,

seemed to freeze and Chris’ score was fixed at

ten shots are