Chapter 330: 257, The Future of Daylight_2

It is often said in the army that whether a soldier is suited to be a sniper is actually destined from birth.

However, Qing Chen had now adopted the most barbaric method, memorizing all possible bullet trajectories under any environment, and he could even gauge the distance to the target with just one glance.

Exhaustive method, for his talent, was always the best learning technique.

For other snipers, the result of pulling the trigger was unknown, but for Qing Chen, when all external factors were predetermined, the outcome was like a simple equation, one that could be calculated.

And he had the answer in his mind early on.

But this wasn’t the biggest advantage of the Mysterious World, in Qing Chen’s view, its greatest advantage was… the recoil after firing didn’t affect the real body, and the bullets were free.

You know, training a sniper is very expensive.

The cost of a regular sniper bullet is about 20 yuan, and the special bullet with an effective range of over 2000 meters costs up to 50 yuan.

The training period for a sniper usually lasts for 3 years, during which tens of thousands of sniper bullets are fired, averaging 100,000.

During these three years, snipers had to break down their training tasks to each day and then nurture their gun sense with bullets.

Every sniper was nurtured with bullets.

Even considering 100,000 bullets, the minimum cost for training one sniper was 5 million yuan…

With Qing Chen’s firing rate, he might use up 18,000 special sniper bullets a day, and over 7 days, the number of bullets fired could be a very frightening figure.

If Qing Chen were still an ordinary person, just firing his gun could bankrupt him, which is why Lao Jiu originally did not take him directly to the sniper range in the Inner World.

Lao Jiu’s quota wasn’t that high…

Every time Qing Chen thought about how each shot he fired was a gain, his enthusiasm for training in sniping soared even higher.

Not boring at all.

In the Mysterious World, Qing Chen gradually increased the distance of the coin, from 400 meters, to 450 meters, and then to 500 meters.

Every bit of progress was solid.

Gradually, Qing Chen felt that he had formed some connection with winning people over with virtue.

After pulling the trigger, he knew exactly how this black sniper rifle would react.

He also knew what the trajectory of the bullet would be, and how long it would take to reach its target.

Gun sense.

Suddenly, Qing Chen realized that the strong gun sense Lao Jiu had mentioned, the rudimentary form of it, had finally emerged!

He felt something indescribable and inexplicable in his heart.

Gods among snipers were one in a million, even one in ten million.

Qing Chen always prepared for the worst, so from the very beginning, he never hoped that he would be one of those one in ten million gods.

He shot mechanically, recorded data mechanically, intending to use his talent for memory to compensate for his lack in natural sniping ability.

But now he knew he had equal talent in sniping as well!

With a calm and resolute will, a steady, unshaking body, mysterious and powerful gun sense, and meticulous ability to calculate trajectories, Qing Chen was indeed the most suited person to be a sniper.

At this moment, Qing Chen’s shooting became even more confident and proficient, and the whole training process progressed more than twice as fast as before.

He lay prone on the wilderness, ceasing his shooting.

Qing Chen wondered, since he had such strong talent, did he still need to use the “exhaustive method,” such a crude method?

After contemplating for just 2 seconds, he continued with his previous training methods.

Qing Chen was not blinded by joy; he always knew exactly what he needed most.

Whether he had the gun sense or not, he had to make sure each step was incredibly solid.

500 meters.

501 meters.

502 meters.

…

600

Until he moved the coin to 650 meters.

Qing Chen had finally stopped.

He lifted his head from the desk, took out his mobile phone to check the time, it was 11:50 AM, almost the end of the class.

Nan Gengchen asked curiously, “Brother Chen, didn’t you sleep well last night, why have you been sleeping all morning?”

“Yeah,” Qing Chen didn’t explain much.

Nan Gengchen continued, “The math teacher noticed you sleeping during the class, he said to see him after you wake up.”

While saying this, Nan Gengchen felt a bit bitter inside. Is this the treatment for a genius? Even the teacher waits until Qing Chen wakes up before calling him to the office…

Qing Chen asked, “Did Mr. Tian mention why he wanted to see me?”

“It seems to be about the math competition,” Nan Gengchen said, “I think the selection for some international math invitation competition is starting, and our school is sending five people to participate in the selection on public expense.”

Qing Chen appeared thoughtful.

When he arrived at the office, Tian Hailong was already informing the other four students about this matter.

The current class teacher of senior 2 class 3, upon seeing Qing Chen, reacted first, “Awake?”

The other four math competition contestants turned their heads to look at Qing Chen in unison…

Awake? So the reason Mr. Tian just mentioned waiting for Qing Chen was because he had been sleeping?

Slept that long?

Unlike Qing Chen, the other four top students genuinely earned their achievements and paid attention during classes.

Thinking of Qing Chen’s ranking and then recalling the legend of his hardworking and thrifty lifestyle, everyone knew that if he devoted himself fully to his studies, there possibly wouldn’t be a chance for them to ever be first.

Moreover, there had been legends within the grade: Although Qing Chen’s ranking fluctuated, the difference in his scores from each test never exceeded 5 points.

If the test was difficult, he relied on scoring 690, if simple, he still scored 690.

In one freshman year examination, Qing Chen scored first in the grade, but the test was very challenging, and the second place scored only 645 points, so he led by a whole 45 points over the second placer.

Hence, there had always been talks that Qing Chen was controlling his scores.

This was a legend within Luo Yang Foreign Language School that everybody took as a joke. Sometimes when Qing Chen scored 691 and ranked third, people would say: Qing Chen is third because he only wants to score 690 points.

At such a youthful age, it’s always pleasing to believe in some youthful myths.

Qing Chen softly asked, “Mr. Tian, what competition is it this time?”

“Oh, it’s AMC10,” Tian Hailong explained, “It’s held next week. The school is covering your travel expenses and accomodations. This can add flair to your college application essays if you’re applying abroad… Though you’re not going abroad… but you’re free anyway.”

The AMC10 competition is a preliminary selection for the AIME international math competition, where the top 2.5% qualify for the next round of the AIME competition.

It’s officially recognized as an assessment of mathematical thinking, one of the qualifications packages for science students planning to study abroad.

It isn’t that significant, being relatively basic, an enhancement not a decider in a resume.

Nevertheless, it would be advantageous for the school if someone qualifies for AIME.

Tian Hailong knew of Qing Chen’s family situation, which likely wouldn’t allow for studying abroad. Previously, Du Yihong, the former teacher of senior 2 class 3, had also mentioned that Qing Chen had no plans to go abroad.

Thus, for other students, it was an opportunity to enhance their resumes, but for Qing Chen, it was “just passing the time.”

It almost sounded like Tian Hailong believed that Qing Chen would definitely qualify if he participated.

The other four students, two boys and two girls, ranked 1, 2, 5, and 9 in the grade. They looked at Qing Chen with complex emotions, everyone feeling that Qing Chen held a very special status in this school.

One of the long-haired girls stared at Qing Chen, her gaze containing something indescribable.

Then, Tian Hailong said, “As long as you qualify for the top 2.5% and earn the right to go to America, the school will reward you 10,000 yuan, and will also reimburse your travel expenses to America.”

Right now, Qing Chen was not particularly concerned about the prize money. He asked, “Where is this competition being held?”

“Xian City,” Tian Hailong replied, “this time in Xian City.”

Qing Chen responded, “Okay, I’ll go.”

Because the location for his next life-and-death challenge was in Xian City!

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