The Heartthrob Became My Boyfriend

"Did you hear that? I told you Gu Huai wouldn't agree… Wait, wait! No! What did Gu Huai just say? He said he could do it!?" Song Qiuqiu widened her eyes.

Not just Song Qiuqiu, everyone was stunned.

A moment later, the crowd erupted into excited screams, and the atmosphere instantly heated up.

The men, fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough, egged them on.

"Did everyone hear that? Fight! Fight!"

"This duel will be spectacular, probably even more fierce than the last! When women fight, it's truly frightening!"

Ling Feng, with an incredulous expression, whispered into Gu Huai's ear, "Don't you value your chastity more than anything? How come you're suddenly playing so openly?"

Gu Huai looked at him leisurely: "Open?"

Ling Feng: "Not open?"

Gu Huai casually picked up an air pistol, his fingers with distinct knuckles slowly rubbing the gunstock, and lazily smiled, "I can be even more open."

Ling Feng: "...???"

He could be even more open?

Amazed, Ling Feng blurted out, "Really? Then let's raise the stakes, make it bigger! Increase the dates to three times!"

Gu Huai: "I'm easy."

Ling Feng: "...!!!"

Ling Feng was truly shocked; he had never thought Gu Huai would agree with such a personality.

The others, hearing Gu Huai's words, also began to egg them on excitedly; it felt like a festival.

Gu Huai was rarely so cooperative, and naturally, nobody else had any objections, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

Qi Yue didn't pay attention to what was so exciting on their side, glanced at the time on her phone, yawned, and found a corner to stay in.

She had originally come to hear Gu Huai talk about planting potatoes, but seeing that he was busy for the moment, she figured she'd have to wait until they finished...

Ling Feng clapped his hands, "Alright, everybody get ready, we can start now. The rules of the game are simple, one shot determines the winner."

Several people had soon taken their shots.

The scores were respectively 8.3 rings, 10.1 rings, 9.5 rings, 8.7 rings...

Song Qiuqiu swallowed, "My God! They are really incredible!"

Qi Yue glanced and said, "A perfect score is 10.9 rings. In a relatively high-level competition, scoring 8 is normal, but scoring 7 is underperforming. The first few shooters probably have some experience."

"What if it goes off-target?" Song Qiuqiu asked subconsciously.

Qi Yue was momentarily speechless: "That would be really bad..."

While Qi Yue was explaining to Song Qiuqiu, a voice tinged with laughter nearby said, "You know a lot about shooting?"

"Not really, I've seen the commentary on TV…" Qi Yue replied casually.

"Who do you think will win?" Gu Huai asked casually.

Qi Yue thought for a moment: "The girl in the purple dress, seems her name is Ye Linling; I just saw her test fire, she's amazing, very stable."

Gu Huai suddenly turned his head towards her, his peach blossom eyes curved, and a seductive blush spread: "Really? I don't think so."

Qi Yue didn't hear Gu Huai's words clearly: "What?"

It was then Ye Linling's turn to take the stage.

The girl named Ye Linling raised her hand and aimed at the target.

The next second, accompanied by the bang of the gunshot, the score was revealed.

10.8 rings!

Song Qiuqiu almost screamed aloud, "A perfect score is 10.9 rings, and she scored 10.8 rings, oh my God! Yue Bao, you were right, this girl is really incredible!"