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

The beautiful reporter flipped up her hair and said with an incomparable charm: "I would say that it is indeed a special program for netizens who stayed up late to watch the live broadcast. As for the content, it will not be replayed."

"The netizens who were lucky enough to see it will treasure the wonderful moments in their hearts and treat them as part of it. From now on, anyone who calls Sister Yan is a loyal fan of Yanyan. Everyone knows it well. Don't explain it deliberately, just treat it as a fan of Yanyan." Their tacit understanding.”

"That's okay too?"

Shi Lei was dumbfounded.

"No, that's fine."

The beautiful reporter raised her eyebrows with great pride: "If you don't believe it, read the comment section for yourself. Netizens have been divided into two groups."

"Netizens who didn't stay up late to watch the live broadcast still jokingly call Yanyan Xiaoguozi. Netizens who watched the live broadcast consider themselves loyal fans. No matter their age, they are like Sister Yan every time, no matter how pious they are."

"You can do it!"

Shi Lei glanced at the comment section and saw that it was indeed the case. He gave her a thumbs up in admiration: "When it comes to your ability to fool people, my brother won't be convinced by anyone, so I will be convinced by you."

"Shi Lei, let's add WeChat."

The beautiful reporter took the opportunity to get close to him, paving the way for future interviews: "We will keep in touch in the future. Where will you go to participate in the competition next? Remember to tell me, and the benefits will inevitably be yours."

"Just say you want to interview Sister Yan."

Shi Lei was a thief, how could he not see her little thoughts, so he reluctantly took out his cell phone.

"No way, we want to interview you too."

The beautiful reporter winked at her, and Shi Lei immediately responded. He swiped away the screen and added WeChat with her.

"My sister's name is Wu Meng. From now on, you can just call me Sister Meng."

Wu Meng added WeChat, not to mention how happy she was, and the relationship with Shi Lei became much closer in an instant.

"to make."

Shi Lei agreed smoothly: "Sister Meng, you are busy, I'm going to train."

"Train well."

Wu Meng raised her arms to cheer him on: "Sister Meng, on behalf of the netizens, I wish you good results in this competition."

"OK!"

Shi Lei made a victory gesture very cooperatively and returned to his target position.

~

Shi Lei's shooting today was also very accurate, shooting four 10.8 rings in a row, and his overall temperament became much calmer.

The moment he fired the bullet, his eyes were sharp and showed a murderous aura.

Coach Ge stood aside, amazed.

After the training, it was rare for his old man to gossip, so he pulled him aside and whispered.

"Actually, I was influenced by Sister Yan."

Shi Lei was also very satisfied with his extraordinary performance and did not hide his true thoughts: "When I think of the scene where Sister Yan bravely saved others regardless of her own danger, my blood boils."

"I thought about it all night and came to my own realization. In the past, I was too cheerful and unstable. In the future, I will be like Sister Yan when she was shooting, killing decisively and neatly."

"Hey, I gave it a try today, and it really works."

He touched his nose and laughed, but there was one sentence he didn't say clearly.

Ever since he saw the scene where Song Lingyan injured the gangster, he had been imitating her actions silently in his mind, and even dreamed of the shooting scene while sleeping.

So much so that he didn't sleep well. When he got up in the morning, he looked in the mirror with two big dark circles under his eyes and was shocked.

"Yes, the young man has made progress."

Coach Ge affirmed with great joy: "Practice shooting relies on perception. With your own understanding, your shooting level will make a qualitative leap, and it is not impossible to win individual individual medals."

"Hey, thank you coach for the compliment."

Shi Lei was smart and immediately flattered him: "Thanks to your words, the students' confidence in tomorrow's competition will be doubled. If I don't take it with me as an individual medal, I'm sorry for your cultivation."

"Haha, you kid can do it."

Coach Ge was amused and laughed from ear to ear while stroking his round belly.　　　～

Time flies by. Lima local time, July 7th, for Coach Ge, the most glorious day in his coaching career has arrived.

Yesterday, Shi Lei performed exceptionally and won two silver medals in the men's [-]-meter air rifle team and individual medals. While he was regretful, he also had greater expectations for today's competition.

Lima local time is 8 a.m. and China time is 21 p.m.

The women's 25-meter rapid fire pistol competition of this World Cup in Lima has officially begun.

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When Song Lingyan entered the venue, there was no surprise that there was a lot of noise in the shooting hall.

The cameras of reporters from all over the world turned to her, and the flashbulbs kept flashing.

Song Lingyan waved to the audience calmly and gracefully, eliciting a round of good-natured applause.

At this moment, it is very different from a month ago, when the fledgling youngster entered the field during the World Championship preliminaries and no one cared about him.

The members of the Chinese National Shooting Team have personally experienced the World Championships and are still deeply impressed by her. They are all sincerely happy for her.

The contestants were in place, and the staff and referees responsible for inspecting firearms entered the venue one after another.

After the inspection is completed, the test firing begins.

Song Lingyan put on brown sunglasses and earmuffs, faced the target directly in front, and raised the pistol.

Five bullets were fired in a row. The shoulder felt pretty good and was not affected in any way by removing the bandage.

She curled her lips with satisfaction, filled the bullets, held the gun in her right hand and placed it on the target, waiting for the preliminaries to officially begin.

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The rules of the World Cup are slightly different from those of the World Championships.

The contestants’ preliminary results will be carried into the finals.

In other words, the preliminaries and finals are equally important, and the score of each shot will be closely related to the final ranking.

Otherwise, the scoring standards are the same as those of the World Championships.

There are a total of six rounds and [-] shots in slow fire in the preliminaries.

The score of each shot, whether it is 10.0 or 10.9, is counted in ten rings, with a full score of 300 rings.

The preliminaries are rapid fire with the same six rounds and 10 shots. If the player hits the target within the prescribed three seconds, the number of rings is more than 300, the green light is displayed, and the full score is [-] rings.

The scoring standards for the final rapid fire are more stringent. The score of each shot must reach 10.2 or above before the score will be considered valid and the green light will pass.

All red lights below the 10.2 ring will be counted as invalid results, indicating a miss.

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The referee comes in and is ready.

The command "PREPARATION BEGINS NOW" sounded in the shooting gallery.

The moment she heard the command, Song Lingyan reflexively raised the pistol, pressed it down, took aim, and waited for the shot.

Just like during training, her movements were as precise as a mechanical arm, without missing a beat.

A minute later, the command to end preparation came again: "END OF PREPARATION".

"boom."

The finger reflexively pressed the launcher, and the bullet burst out of the barrel and penetrated the target with a roar.

10.9 rings!
  The scoreboard showed the results, and the spectators watching the game showed incredulous expressions.

"awesome."

"She is indeed a genius girl in the shooting world. This shot was so accurate."

"Very few people can score 10.9 in the pistol slow fire competition, but she did it."

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