After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

Chapter 41 The boring training, for her, is a new life that constantly challenges herself.
Shooting training range of the Physical Education College.

In order to avoid noise affecting other training teams, the shooting training ground of the Sports Engineering College is located at the southernmost end of the entire college.

There is an open-air shooting range and a fully enclosed shooting gallery.

Coach Liu took Song Lingyan to the open-air training ground, and the shooting team members who arrived first had already started training.

The rapid sound of gunfire shakes the eardrums. Without earmuffs, the ears will definitely not be able to withstand the stimulation.

Song Lingyan looked around and saw empty bullet casings everywhere in the open space around each target position in the training ground, and wooden boxes filled with empty bullet casings were placed at the foot of the wall.

The regular team members train a lot every day.

In her hand she held a training plan that Coach Liu had just given her.

Get up at 6 o'clock in the morning, go out for half an hour of exercise at 6:[-], three hours of training in the morning and afternoon, and one hour of physical training in the evening after training.

Run at least 3000 meters every day.

Six hours of shooting training requires more than 400 times of raising the gun.

Not only that, the changes in weather throughout the seasons are also a big test for athletes.

Pistol athletes shoot at open-air shooting ranges and can wear short sleeves in the summer.

However, air rifle shooters must wear leather jackets year-round in order to maintain the stability of holding the gun and reduce the impact on the heart.

Wearing leather clothes to train in the hot summer is obviously hard work. Even in an air-conditioned shooting gallery, you will be sweating profusely.

"When I was a team member, I also trained at this venue."

Coach Liu took her to an empty target position with emotion in his eyes.

"Training in the open-air training ground is quite hard. When it is extremely hot, sweat will continue to flow down the face. After the shooting preparation is completed, in order to maintain stability, even if the sweat drips, I dare not wipe it away."

"Why does the academy only have one shooting gallery?"

Song Lingyan was not afraid of hard work. She saw Coach Liu reminiscing about the past, and followed his thoughts and said, "Build a few more, so the shooting team won't have to work so hard?"

“It takes money to build a shooting gallery.”

Coach Liu was amused and teased her with a smile: "Are you donating money to the college?"

"It's not impossible."

Song Lingyan suddenly became proud: "Just wait, when I become an Olympic champion, I will donate a shooting gallery to the academy."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Coach Liu grinned and echoed loudly to save face.

"What are you giggling about?"

Coach Ge put his hands behind his back and cradled his chubby belly. The old man came over and said, "Hurry up and put a bandage on Xiao Song and practice shooting."

"Xiao Song said that he would donate a shooting gallery to the academy."

Coach Liu was smiling happily, but couldn't hold it back for a moment and continued to be silly and happy.

"Xiao Song is a good boy, much better than you."

Coach Ge comforted him and poked him a few more times: "There is no hope of becoming a world champion. I can only stay in school and teach. That's it for the rest of my life."

Coach Liu blushed and was a little unconvinced: "I haven't been able to become a world champion. I can train one. Isn't there a ready-made good seed?"

"Uh-huh."

Song Lingyan nodded in agreement: "When I become the Olympic champion, you will be the coach of the Olympic champion. You will also be able to achieve success and honor your ancestors."

"Hahaha, okay, the coach is waiting to take advantage of you and bring glory to our ancestors."

Coach Ge was amused, patted his chubby belly, and smiled like a real version of Maitreya Buddha.

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Practice slow shooting in the morning.

Coach Liu put a bandage on Song Lingyan and guided her throughout the process.

From hearing the command, to pressing down the arm, aiming, and pulling the trigger, every action must be done correctly.

Song Lingyan had even stricter requirements for herself. Not only was she in place, but she also had to be as precise as a mechanical arm.

She silently regarded the target as the enemy during the mission in her previous life.

Every time a bullet is fired, it must be fatal without giving the opponent any chance to counterattack.

Hear the command, press down, aim, and pull the trigger.

Repeat the same action again and again.In the eyes of others, training is boring, but to her, it is a new life that constantly challenges herself.

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"Boom bang bang..."

Shot after shot was fired, and bullet casings fell to the ground one after another.

There was constant sound of gunfire in the shooting training range, and the athletes were concentrating on practicing shooting.

Coach Ge was very satisfied with what he saw. He gave Coach Liu a few instructions and went to the shooting center to attend the closing ceremony.

This year's Binhai Youth Shooting Team shines. While the team members achieve good results, they can also receive generous rewards.

He was in a good mood, humming a little tune, and left the training ground happily.

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Every time Song Lingyan finished shooting thirty rounds, Coach Liu would remove her bandage and massage her arm to prevent muscle contusion.

Rest for 10 minutes, put the bandage on again, and continue practicing.

The two cooperated tacitly, and the three-hour training in the morning ended successfully.

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"Ling Yan, how do you feel about participating in formal training for the first time? Are you tired?"

Shi Lei and Wang Hao, a male athlete who was practicing ten-meter air rifle, came out of the shooting gallery and made a special turn to the open-air shooting range to get close to the beautiful girl.

"good."

Song Lingyan answered obediently: "It's not as hard as you practicing air rifles."

"What do you want for lunch?"

Shi Lei was elated when he heard this, and he lost no time in inviting him: "We'll treat you."

"no need."

Song Lingyan smiled and declined: "I'm going to the faculty cafeteria."

"No."

Shi Lei immediately changed his face and pretended to complain: "The two coaches are too biased. Why are you the only one who can go to the faculty cafeteria to eat in a small stove while we have to queue up to eat in a big pot?"

"Uh-huh."

Wang Hao also kept up the pace: "It's not fair."

"Want fairness?"

Coach Liu cleaned up the bullet casings on the ground and said angrily: "If you win the World Championships, I'll treat you to a meal for a year."

"Let's go first."

"If you don't go to the cafeteria, all the delicious food will be taken away by the foodies on the track and field team."

Shi Lei and Wang Hao immediately became scared, fearing that Coach Liu would go crazy, so they increased the amount of training, rubbed oil on their soles, and ran away as fast as they could.

"Hmph, it's pretty fast."

Coach Liu really had this idea. He looked at the two people's backs, bared his teeth and laughed, a fox-like cunning flashing in his eyes.

Hey, these two guys are dead if they dare to criticize the coach.

Song Lingyan looked amused and silently lit a candle for the two of them.

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Training starts at two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still some rest time after dinner.

Song Lingyan took a nap. Seeing that it was not 01:30 and there was still some time, she got out of bed and turned on the computer.

A firewall is set up on the computer to prevent it from being monitored.

Song Lingyan turned on her phone and found that there was a little bug trying to track her. She sneered and killed it.

At the same time, a certain Information Ministry elite in the luxurious suite on the highest floor of the hotel was happy for less than a second. The computer monitor turned into a black screen, and a grimace with bared teeth and a weird smile appeared on the screen.

"what!"

He howled in fright, and the chair fell backwards, causing the person and the chair to fall apart.

(End of this chapter)