The Most Random System

Third shot, score of 2.

"Alright, Coach. I'm completely familiar with the thirty-meter target now. Continuing wouldn't be a challenge. Personally, I'm more looking forward to the ten-meter target. It's a worthy opponent," Bai Bufan said.

Damn it, keep shooting the thirty-meter target. Who knows if after five shots, my total score would even exceed Lin Li's single shot!

Coach Shi: "…Okay."

Tough talk.

After switching to the ten-meter target, the performance naturally improved a lot. The first shot scored seven, the second shot eight.

After completing five shots, it was now time for Bai Bufan's most feared part—leaving the room to face Lin Li.

Watching Bai Bufan turn around and leave the room, Lin Li, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled.

"Bufan, do you know what's useful about being born as me?"

"Wait a sec—"

"Talent, of course!"

"Bufan, do you know what to look for when making tea?"

"Shut up!"

"Find some teaware yourself."

"Bufan, do you know the periodic table of elements?"

"Damn it!"

"Arsenic is not at the top, erbium, cerium, rhodium, tellurium, and niobium need to be refined."

"Bufan, compared to the beach at Shanting, I prefer the beach over at Sanya. Do you know why?"

"Because there are no stones, only sand!"

Bai Bufan: "…"

Damn.

You b******.

"Alright, alright, alright, bro. It's about time we stopped. My bad, my bad." Seeing that Lin Li still intended to continue, Bai Bufan covered his ears, despairing.

If I had known during the National Day, I wouldn't have mocked Lin Li so much during the stone-skipping session. Now, I'm the victim getting the turn.

"Mainly, I haven't practiced for a long time, so I was a bit rusty." Seeing Lin Li finally stop, or maybe temporarily out of words, Bai Bufan felt he was capable again and tried to justify himself.

"Damn, are you playing billiards here? You've even come up with a cosmic-level defense," Lin Li sneered.

Whether it's playing basketball or billiards, there's always someone who has to say something like this before starting a game.

If they win, it's pure strength; if they lose, it's understandable.

"I'm not pretending, Lin Li, when was the last time you shot a handgun?" Bai Bufan immediately questioned.

"The day before yesterday."

"I haven't done it since a week before I went home! I'm inherently rustier than you. Plus, look at the scores, you're 10, 10, 10, 8, 9; declining in a spiral, while I am 0, 3, 2, 7, 8, spiraling upward. Isn't it clear what this means?

From a dialectical long-term perspective, my future is promising, while you have no future!" Bai Bufan argued logically.

Lin Li didn't refute, just looked at Bai Bufan with a mocking gaze, as if he was looking at an idiot, smiling warmly.

"Damn!!"

That gaze is so damn hurtful.

...

"So, are you guys still playing?"

The afternoon passed with the sound of gunfire. After finishing three rounds of shooting, the four of them returned to the club's inner hall to rest, and Lin Li asked the other three.

"Not interested. I'd rather shoot with you than shoot with you," Bai Bufan said, utterly bored.

After three rounds, Bai Bufan's target shooting scores were brutally outclassed by Lin Li, and even after switching to a more uncontrollable rifle, this guy could still maintain his scores even with bursts, as if he got more practiced.

Indeed, that's exactly what happened, [imitated] the [imitation]'s [imitation] took full responsibility.

"Let's not play anymore. We've played enough. I want to take some photos with the background here later," Ding Sihan also shook her head.

"Yeah, I've experienced it, that's enough," Chen Yu Ying also agreed.

"Alright, then let's not continue," Lin Li lazily nodded, leaning back on the sofa. After all, his original purpose of experiencing live shooting was to get up close and handle a gun, to make some preparations for potential future scenarios, and now [imitations] had overachieved this task.

If there's such a situation in the apocalypse, this ability would work very well.

"And the gun is so heavy! Much heavier than I imagined, and it makes my shoulder and chest hurt," Chen Yu Ying gently rubbed her knitted cardigan, complaining.

Instinctively controlling his gaze, Lin Li glanced over.

Chen Yu Ying's curves were indeed excellent, not quite voluptuous yet, but already quite prominent. It's known that for Asians, except for someone as exceptionally gifted as Yu Yu, there are few at this age with such features— of course, not many at this age wear push-up bras either.

Especially combined with her height, which is considered tall among the girls in the class, she's already quite impressive.

As the saying goes, girls blossom at eighteen; the future is promising; perhaps it will bear rich fruit.

That damn rifle, ruinous gun, good chest.

"Is it very painful? Class President, need a rub?" Lin Li ceased his laziness, sitting up straight to ask.

Chen Yu Ying: "?"

"Ewww~~~" Upon hearing this, Ding Sihan immediately hugged her chest and started raising a ruckus.

"Lin~ Li~ while shooting~ my hemorrhoids also got really sore~~" Bai Bufan, not wanting to miss out on the chaos, contributed by shouting in a high-pitched voice.

"No need, you pervert." Chen Yu Ying's face turned crimson, raising her compact legs until her knees touched her chest, her eyes lowered, shrinking into the corner of the sofa as if wanting to hide herself.

"What, what the hell are you all up to? I was talking about rubbing shoulders! Shoulders!" Lin Li laughed while defending himself, "Can't you all stop having such dirty minds?"

"You better be," Ding Sihan scoffed.

Lin Li looked at Ding Sihan.

"What does that look of yours mean?" Sensing the undisguised 'sigh of lament and pity' locked onto her hands covering her chest, Ding Sihan squinted her eyes and said.

"Xiaodingding, just try to be happier in the future, happiness is good for you," Lin Li sincerely advised.