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.

ten shots per person and the highest total score wins. Luther walked over to Joyce and

the gun stock in my bag, I went to the hardware market on the outskirts of town today and obtained this

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

he stepped forward and handed the butt of

“It will fit?"

had it custom

over at

in the race. After all, the total score

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

smiled coolly, if she had to shoot all ten rounds first, she was

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

the air

bull's-eye, squint

"Bang."

"Bang Bang Bang!"

up on the

10.9, 10.8, 10.9, 10.9, 10.9

to freeze and Chris’ score

all ten shots