{Chapter: 136 Handsome guy, can I get your contact information?}
"Okay," Lin Yuan nodded.
Chi Qian, with a composed expression, stepped forward toward the shooting platform, her every movement graceful yet firm.
As soon as she approached, the eyes of the crowd instinctively turned toward her.
Her beauty alone was enough to draw attention, but it was more than just her looks that captivated those present. Chi Qian wasn't just a stunning woman—she was a legend in this club.
Many people who frequented the shooting range had long admired her, whether from a distance or with subtle, hopeful glances. Her presence carried an effortless charm, an aura that made it difficult for anyone to ignore her.
Her beauty wasn't just striking; it was the kind that could bring cities to their knees. A devastating allure, as if she had walked out of an ancient tale of empresses and goddesses.
Yet, even beyond that, what truly solidified her reputation was her sheer mastery of marksmanship.
How good was she?
For years, Chi Qian had held the club's top spot in every shooting competition.
Her name adorned the record board, proof of her dominance. Anyone who competed already knew that once Chi Qian entered the fray, the true battle was for second place.
Her shooting skills weren't just excellent—they were at a professional, near-military level, rivalling elite marksman who had trained for years.
The beautiful female referee standing nearby gave Chi Qian an approving nod and waved her forward.
"Go ahead."
Chi Qian's beauty didn't just attract men. Women, too, found themselves drawn to her charm, impressed by her quiet confidence and extraordinary skills.
With a polite nod, Chi Qian stepped onto the platform.
As if sensing the weight of all the gazes on her, she turned her head slightly, looking toward Lin Yuan. A playful smile curved her lips before she reached for the pistol.
Then, without hesitation—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sharp, crisp sound of gunfire filled the shooting range.
Chi Qian didn't pause between shots. Her movements were precise, controlled, almost machine-like in their efficiency. She fired one bullet after another in a smooth, rapid sequence, her hand as steady as if she were simply flicking away dust.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The electronic scoring system in the shooting range immediately registered her shots.
Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings!
Every bullet hit the center of the target, one after another, in a flawless display of marksmanship.
The onlookers murmured in awe, though many had already expected such results.
The female referee beside her barely reacted—she had seen this before. Over the years, Chi Qian had developed a reputation for always hitting perfect scores on fixed targets. It was almost a given at this point.
Still, watching her in action was always an impressive sight.
"One hundred rings. Now moving on to the moving targets!" the referee announced with a smile.
Immediately, the automated running board rose, revealing the next challenge.
The fixed targets were positioned at a uniform distance of 50 meters.
The moving targets, however, were a different beast entirely. The first five rounds were set at a 25-meter distance, but the final five would be at a full 50 meters.
With a soft breath, Chi Qian adjusted her stance and took aim.
The second the targets began to move—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Without hesitation, she fired again.
Her first five shots, though slightly slower than before, were still executed in under five seconds.
Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings!
Every shot landed true.
The difficulty of hitting a moving target was significantly higher than a stationary one. Yet, Chi Qian made it look effortless.
The crowd was visibly more impressed now, their murmurs growing louder.
Even the female referee, who had remained composed earlier, was slightly taken aback. She knew Chi Qian was good, but this was even better than last year.
Next came the real challenge—the five moving targets at 50 meters.
Chi Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, adjusting for the longer distance and unpredictable movement.
She fired.
The first shot—ten rings.
The second shot—ten rings.
The third—nine rings.
The fourth—nine rings.
The final shot—eight rings.
"Miss Chi Qian, your total score is 196 rings!" the referee announced.
A wave of astonished gasps spread through the crowd.
This was an insane score.
It wasn't just impressive—it was a new record.
The previous best had been 192 rings, set by none other than Chi Qian herself.
And now, she has surpassed her own record by four points.
The moving targets, especially at longer distances, were notoriously difficult to hit. Their speed was inconsistent, sometimes darting forward or backward unexpectedly, making precision shooting nearly impossible. Luck played no role here—only skill.
For Chi Qian to achieve 196 rings was almost unheard of.
"Miss Chi Qian, you're getting even better," the referee praised, admiration clear in her voice. "At this rate, this record may never be broken—unless, of course, you break it yourself in the future."
Chi Qian simply smiled, remaining humble. "You're flattering me," she replied with quiet confidence.
She had heard countless compliments like this before, ever since she was a child. At this point, they barely fazed her.
With the competition portion over, Chi Qian turned and walked back toward Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan smiled. "Miss Chi, your marksmanship is nothing short of extraordinary."
Though she was usually indifferent to compliments, she found herself pleased by Lin Yuan's praise.
Perhaps it was because Lin Yuan was someone who excelled in many areas himself—someone she genuinely admired.
A soft smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you, Young Master Lin. Have you decided which restaurant you'll treat me to?"
Lin Yuan chuckled. "Are you already counting on my loss? I've been shooting birds for years, you know. Getting 186 rings should be easy. No problem, right?"
Chi Qian blinked before letting out a soft, amused laugh.
Meanwhile, on the side, Gao Feiyang could no longer sit still.
He had been watching, barely containing his irritation.
Seeing Lin Yuan and Chi Qian casually chatting and joking around only fueled his frustration further.
With a huff, he strode toward the shooting platform, determination in his eyes.
His gaze flickered toward Lin Yuan, filled with unspoken provocation.
Without wasting time, he took his position and began shooting.
Soon, his results were displayed:
For the fixed targets, he landed seven perfect ten rings and three nine rings.
For the 25-meter moving targets, he scored four nine rings and one ten rings.
For the 50-meter moving targets, he hit three eight rings and two seven rings.
His final total—181 rings.
A respectable score.
Many in the crowd nodded in approval. While it wasn't at Chi Qian's level, it was still impressive.
Many people were also quite surprised.
Because this was an impressive result—surpassed only by Chi Qian and another skilled marksman who had achieved 183 rings—Gao Feiyang secured third place overall.
Feeling quite satisfied with his performance, Gao Feiyang took a deep breath and smirked to himself. Typically, he could score anywhere between 160 and 170 rings, so achieving 181 today was an exceptional feat for him. While he couldn't compare to Chi Qian's near-flawless marksmanship, he still performed admirably.
More importantly, in his mind, this was more than enough to secure victory over Lin Yuan.
To Gao Feiyang, Lin Yuan was just a rookie when it came to handling guns. Even if he were lucky, he might barely scrape by with 100 rings. If his luck held out, he could maybe stretch it to 130 or 140 at most—but that was still leagues behind him.
There was simply no way Lin Yuan could win.
With that certainty in his heart, Gao Feiyang couldn't help but picture Lin Yuan losing the bet and barking like a dog in front of everyone. The thought alone filled him with excitement, and he fought the urge to laugh out loud.
But soon, it was Lin Yuan's turn to shoot.
As he stepped onto the shooting platform, the murmurs of the crowd grew louder. His presence alone was enough to attract attention, especially from the women in the audience.
After all, with a charm rating of 200, Lin Yuan's appearance was more striking than that of many celebrities.
Even the female referee, who had been maintaining a professional demeanor throughout the event, found herself momentarily dazed when she got a closer look at him. A slight blush crept up her cheeks before she quickly composed herself.
"Mr. Handsome, Lin Yuan? Is this your first time participating in the club's competition?" the beautiful referee asked curiously, her tone unusually friendly.
She had seen Lin Yuan's details when he swiped his membership card, which showed that he had only joined the club today.
Lin Yuan nodded casually. "Yeah. This is my first time touching a gun."
The female referee's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Your first time? Oh, then you might not be too familiar with shooting just yet. Just try your best—getting 100 rings would already be a decent result."
Then, she hesitated for a moment before flashing a bright smile. "By the way, do you have an interest in guns? If you'd like, I can give you my contact information! I've been working here for years, and I know a lot about firearms. I'd be happy to chat about them with you!"
She was clearly taking the initiative to get closer to him.
Lin Yuan maintained his polite smile but didn't immediately respond to her request. Instead, he simply said, "Let's talk about that after I finish shooting."
"Okay!" The female referee nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up at the thought. Seeing his dazzling smile, she felt her heart race uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, Chi Qian, who had been watching quietly from the side, pursed her lips ever so slightly, but she said nothing.
Lin Yuan then turned toward the shooting range. He briefly glanced at Chi Qian and smiled before lifting the pistol. Without hesitation, he began firing.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A rapid burst of gunfire echoed through the range.
Lin Yuan's movements were fluid and fast—so fast that he seemed almost casual, as if he were merely playing a game rather than taking a competition seriously.
Seeing this, many spectators shook their heads, assuming that he truly was just a novice here to have some fun.
Even Gao Feiyang, who had been watching closely, smirked in amusement. He was now fully convinced that Lin Yuan was completely out of his league.
But then—
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The electronic scoring device beeped loudly.
The results flashed on the screen, and the entire shooting range fell silent.
Ten rings!
The scoring device beeped ten times in a row.
They are all ten rings!
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