Ran Min followed Fang Tong's gaze and said,"
"He's Zhang Yang. Four generations of his family have been in the military. He's the best in all aspects of military science, especially in shooting. He has the potential to become a sharpshooter.”
Ran Min had even heard Chen Weiguo mention Zhang Yang's student before.
It wasn't just the 78th Army that wanted him.
The other army groups were even more eager for him!
However, this kid was very arrogant. He didn't even look up to the 78th Army.
Therefore, he continued to study until his fourth year.
Otherwise, they would have been poached by other troops.
For Fang Tong to be able to discover this person among thousands of students, he was quite capable.
However, it would be difficult to subdue this fellow.
Ran Min shrugged and took a step back. He obviously wanted to pass this difficult problem to Fang Tong.
" A shooting genius with excellent overall qualities…"
Fang Tong did not think too much about it. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Yang, who was at the Shooting Range.
It was like a hunter staring at his prey.
After pausing for a moment, he walked up in large strides.
……
At that time, Zhang Yang had just fired a round of bullets and was in high spirits.
Beside him, his classmate gave him a thumbs up.
"As expected of the school's shooting genius. Five bullets, four ten rings, and one eight ring.”
"The wind speed of the last shot increased by 0.5, so I didn't notice it in time.”
Zhang Yang grinned and said it was a pity.
"My shooting genius, can you keep a low profile? Give us some face?"
However, his words were a huge blow to the students at the side.
Four ten rings and one eight ring. How many students dreamed of this result?
However, Zhang Yang was still not satisfied!
"I'm different from you guys. I want to become the sharpshooter king.”
However, Zhang Yang laughed and said proudly.
Zhang Yang's words had already gotten used to the students around him, and they even agreed with him.
"Become a sharpshooter? You?"
But at this moment, a low and slow voice suddenly sounded.
Zhang Yang frowned when he heard that someone was denying his claim. His face was filled with anger.
Since his sophomore year, he had shown his talent as a sharpshooter.
All the troops were desperate for him, claiming that he could become a soldier king and a sharpshooter.
Zhang Yang thought so too.
No one had ever denied him!
How could Zhang Yang not be angry?
Therefore, Zhang Yang turned around in anger.
At this moment, he saw a man in his twenties walking over with a cold and arrogant expression.
The other party's arrogant and disdainful gaze once again provoked Zhang Yang's pride.
"If you have the guts, say it again!" No matter who the opponent was, Zhang Yang pointed at him and shouted.
"How can a person who can't even control his emotions be qualified to be a soldier?”
Fang Tong didn't care at all and suppressed him again.
"A piece of trash like you is not worthy of being the Weapon King!”
"You…"
Zhang Yang almost vomited blood. His hand that was pointing at Fang Tong was trembling.
Behind him, the teacher who had followed him looked worried.
They were afraid that Fang Tong's words would be too harsh, and that she would suppress Zhang Yang too much, and hurt Zhang Yang's confidence.
Ruining a good seedling.
Ran Min, on the other hand, showed a sincere expression of approval after hearing Fang Tong's words.
"Shut up!"
At this moment, Zhang Yang, who had been continuously attacked by Fang Tong, could not help but roar.
"You want me to shut up?"
Fang Tong sneered,"You want me to shut up with your incompetence?"”
In the next second, Fang Tong's voice suddenly became louder as he berated,"You're not worthy!"
Hong ~
These words were so imposing that even Ran Min was shocked.
Not to mention Zhang Yang, a fourth-year student.
Zhang Yang's face turned pale and he took two steps back.
Then, as if his soul had been extracted, he drooped his head and fell silent.
"Trash!"
Seeing this, Fang Tong snorted coldly again.
Before he could finish his sentence, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of Zhang Yang.
Before Zhang Yang could react, the gun in his hand had already appeared in Fang Tong's hand.
"Moving target, speed 8."
The next second, Fang Tong looked at the teaching staff at the side and gestured.
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