At the beginning, you fooled the school flower, and ended up with two babies?

Chapter 435 Wu Shaohan's Past
"You got the wrong person."

Wu Shaohan's footsteps paused, then he said to the man expressionlessly, and continued to walk towards his shooting position.

"No, I can't admit my mistake, but you won the honor of sharpshooter in the Bengal King of Shooting competition."

The big man with the goddess tattooed on his neck was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted and chased after him.

"You are mistaken, I have never participated in any target shooting competition."

Wu Shaohan stood at the shooting position, took off the clip of the rifle in his hand, and started to press the bullets into it.

"Ka Ka Ka" every bullet will make a clicking sound when it is pressed into the magazine.

"Hahaha! Reload with your left hand! Only Chinese sharpshooter Wu Hua has this habit."

Greif grabbed Wu Shaohan's hand, as if he had discovered something very surprising.

Wu Shaohan's hand trembled suddenly, and the bullet in his hand fell to the ground without being pressed into the clip.

All eyes on the scene were focused on him, but no one except Gu Yu and the coach knew what happened, and thought that there was a conflict between the two.

"what happened?"

"Is this person here to find fault?"

Lao Dai and Lin Xinyue are going to help Wu Shaohan immediately.

Wu Shaohan quickly reached out to stop the impulsive crowd, then bent down to pick up the bullet on the ground.

"The Chinese man Wu Hua you knew is dead, I hope you can forget him."

Wu Shaohan spoke to Greif in Bengali.

Little did he know that Gu Yu heard all of this clearly.

Gu Yu's expression was surprised. Although he had long thought that Wu Shaohan's experience must be more than as simple as he said, he didn't expect Wu Shaohan to have another layer of identity.

If he hadn't understood Bengali, he would have been kept in the dark.

But even if he knew about it now, he would not expose Wu Shaohan. Since Wu Shaohan spoke in Bengali, he naturally didn't want them to know.

"Wu Hua, they are all looking for you, saying that the case back then had nothing to do with you, so you don't have to blame yourself..."

"Enough, it's over!"

Greif wanted to continue to say something, but was stopped by Wu Shaohan.

Wu Shaohan frowned, his face became ugly, his eyes swept over Gu Yu and the others, and the tension in his eyes could not be stopped.

But fortunately, everyone looked blank, as if wondering why he was suddenly angry.

On the contrary, Gu Yu looked very calm, until his eyes ran over, Gu Yu coughed and his expression became puzzled.

He always felt that Gu Yu seemed to be able to understand the conversation between him and Greif, but this was obviously impossible. How could it be possible for someone to easily understand Bengali but not speak a word?
Moreover, Gu Yu's previous performance was obviously that he didn't understand Bengali at all.

It should be because I have adapted to the environment of this strange language... That's why I am very calm.Wu Shaohan can only think so.

"Wu Hua, many people are looking for you, hoping to compete with you in marksmanship, and I am the same."

Greif obviously didn't intend to let Wu Shaohan go just like that, and raised the assault rifle in his hand, and challenged Wu Shaohan to fight.

"I don't want to compare with you. As I said just now, Wu Hua is dead. There are no Chinese sharpshooters."

Wu Shaohan still refused without hesitation.

"Just once, whether I lose or win, I will leave here and help you tell those people that Wu Hua is dead."

Greif is still unwilling to give up, and it has always been his wish to have a match with the champion of the shooting competition.

Otherwise, he wouldn't remember Wu Hua, that is, Wu Shaohan so clearly.

"..." Hearing his words, Wu Shaohan was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

Greif in front of him looks a bit old-fashioned, but Wu Shaohan can tell his age from his eyes, probably only 22 years old.

Perhaps due to the poor living environment, the people here generally appear to be older than normal.

He knew that if he didn't agree to Greif, it would be impossible for Greve to leave by himself.

"I'm going to have a target match with him, Gloda. You arrange it."

Wu Shaohan turned his head and instructed coach Gloda.

"Okay, I'm willing to help you." Gloda, who had already known Wu Shaohan's true identity through the conversation between the two, became much more serious than before.

As a shooting range coach, he naturally pays attention to relevant domestic competitions, especially popular competitions such as King of Shooting, which he watches almost every episode.

It's just that he didn't know which session Wu Shaohan participated in, he couldn't remember, but he did remember that there was a session from Huaxia, and he didn't expect it to be Wu Shaohan in front of him.

"What's the matter? There was a lot of noise just now, why are we talking about this?" Lao Dai and the others couldn't understand what was going on.

"Guys, we're fine, it's just this guy who wants to compete with me on marksmanship."

Wu Shaohan hurriedly explained to everyone, lest everyone misunderstood.

"Test marksmanship? Do you really know how to shoot a gun?" Lao Dai was stunned for a moment. He had always thought that Wu Shaohan was just bragging like most young people.

It sounds like a joke.

Didn't expect Wu Shaohan to actually use a gun?
Old Dai squinted his eyes, he already felt that Wu Shaohan was hiding something from everyone.

But he also chose to remain silent tacitly.

"Choose your own position, take the 80-meter target as the standard, and each have ten bullets."

The coach starts to announce the rules.

Although everyone can't understand, but with the gestures, you can still get a rough idea.

"Do you want to change the gun? Is it not good to use a revolver for an 80-meter target?"

Wu Shaohan put on the goggles and glanced at the revolver in Greif's hand. Although this thing is powerful, it is a pistol after all. The effective distance is usually only 50 meters, and the limit distance is 100 meters.

Now there is an 80-meter target on the field, which is too challenging for an ordinary revolver.

If it's Colt, it's a different matter. There is still no problem with [-] meters.

"The 80-meter target...well, I do need a different gun."

Greif didn't care too much, and after being reminded by Wu Shaohan, he also gave up his plan to use the revolver to compete.

"Excuse me, can you lend me your AKM?" Greif took a look, and was about to go to the weapon table to change the gun, when he suddenly saw the AKM in Gu Yu's hand, and asked casually.

"No..." Gu Yu was about to agree subconsciously, but suddenly realized that he couldn't reveal that he could understand Bengali, so he withdrew abruptly.

"What is he talking about? Did he ask me for a gun?" Gu Yu pretended not to understand, and asked Wu Shaohan for help.

Wu Shaohan nodded: "He wants to borrow the akm from you, and I want to compete with him in target shooting."

"Oh~ no problem! Take it, but I have to refill the bullets when the time comes."

Gu Yu generously waved AKM out.

"Thank you." Greif thought that Gu Yu couldn't understand Bengali, so he specially thanked him in English after taking the gun.

"Shall we begin then?"

Seeing Greif start to reload, Wu Shaohan began to urge.

(End of this chapter)