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.

total score wins. Luther walked over to Joyce and encouraged her in the

to the hardware market on the outskirts of town today and obtained this gun

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

he stepped forward and handed the butt of the

“It will fit?"

weighed it, "No problem. I had it custom made

over

he actually kind of phased his opponent in the race. After all,

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

shoot all ten rounds first, she was afraid Chris would run out

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

the air rifle

at the bull's-eye,

"Bang."

"Bang Bang Bang!"

scores kept popping up on

10.9, 10.9, 10.8, 10.9,

the screen seemed to freeze and Chris’ score was fixed at

all ten