Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 436 - 434: Mixed 10-Meter Air Rifle Competition

Today is the day of the competition.

After being busy for so many days, Wang Fan and the others finally got to enjoy the perks, which naturally includes watching the competition live.

Today’s competition is air rifle shooting, and influenced by his uncle, Wang Fan is actually quite interested in this event.

Before the competition started, the two sat on the audience seats and started chatting.

Wang Fan asked curiously, "Do you think if those special forces from our country came, they could win a prize?"

Zhuo Qianqian countered, "Can the ones who race in the Dakar Rally participate in F1 racing?"

"Uh... I guess they can’t, right?"

"Right? This competition is completely different from what snipers train for. Snipers are indeed very skilled, but they don’t specifically train for this event. Boss, do you know how big the target for air rifles is?"

Wang Fan shook his head honestly, "It’s not the same as the ones on TV?"

Zhuo Qianqian stretched out her fair little fist and said, "The target paper is about the size of my fist, the size of 1 ring is similar to a ping pong ball, and the size of 10 rings is 0.05 centimeters. Their rifle’s sight has no magnifying function, which is like trying to accurately break an ant’s leg from ten meters away."

Wang Fan exclaimed, "Wow, I thought the 10 rings were as big as your fist. You know a lot."

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled, "I just watched all the Olympic events when I had nothing to do."

"Having a girlfriend who’s a top student is pretty nice, like carrying an encyclopedia around."

At this moment, the athletes on the field have already taken their positions, and Wang Fan easily spotted their own athletes.

Qin Haiyang and Fang Zixin wore red and yellow professional competition suits respectively, with the small red flags on their chests particularly prominent.

The stadium was packed, and there were mostly foreigners in the crowd.

At this point, the arena was slightly noisy, with murmurs converging into a loud noise.

However, these two remained calm and composed, showing no signs of nerves, which is hard to imagine as they are both under twenty years old, with one even still a high school student.

As soon as the referee announced the start of the competition, the venue gradually became quieter.

The athletes on the field seemed to have instantly gotten into the zone, with their focus fully engaged.

What’s taking place now is the qualification round, where selection is directly based on the total score, with the top two totals proceeding to contend for the champion and the runner-up, making every shot crucial in the current competition.

Fang Zixin emotionlessly pressed her face against the air rifle, her chubby cheeks bulging from the pressure of the gun, looking very cute.

Qin Haiyang wore a wooden expression, holding his breath, and deliberately searching for the shooting point.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of the air rifles continued to ring out, with some contestants taking the lead in firing.

Wearing custom-made earplugs, the two were unmoved, continuously seeking their rhythm.

"Bang!"

Fang Zixin was the first to make a move, shooting steadily.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian nervously looked at the scoreboard, naturally hoping their athletes would achieve good results.

"10.5 rings!"

A perfect shot amounts to 10.9 rings, making Fang Zixin’s shot undoubtedly an excellent score.

"Bang!"

Qin Haiyang also fired a shot, but after shooting, he frowned and sighed.

Wang Fan’s heart skipped a beat, could it be that he didn’t shoot well?

He nervously looked at the scoreboard, and the 10.6 score was extraordinarily eye-catching.

Wang Fan chuckled in exasperation, "Are these kids nowadays all about the humblebrag? He was sighing and frowning so much, I thought he missed the target, but it turned out to be a 10.6 ring shot."

Zhuo Qianqian was also speechless, "He’s kind of asking for it."

"Bang."

Fang Zixin seemed to have found her rhythm, firing the air rifle again, and a 10.6 score confirmed that her rhythm was indeed on point.

"Bang!"

Qin Haiyang fired again, a 10.5 score was also not bad.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian watched with excitement.

The two young athletes might be young, but their performance was exceptionally stable, with scores consistently climbing, securing them a spot in the top two, and finishing first in the qualification round with a total score of 632.2 rings!

The two will now contend with the second-place competitor from the qualification round, a Korean player, in the final for the champion and runner-up.

The Huaxia Team generally has two special buffs, which are activated when facing the Sakura Team and the Korea Team.

Regardless of which team is the opponent, boundless potential usually bursts forth.

The Sakura Team represents historical animosities, and the Korea Team is purely because they find them irritating.

The origin country of the universe is all about archaeology day by day.

One day they unearth a book with ink still wet and claim Sun Wukong is theirs.

The next day they unearth a freshly drawn bamboo slip and claim Confucius as theirs too.

The final employs a point system, with each team’s two competitors each shooting one shot per round, the total number of rings adding up to determine the total rings, the side with a higher total rings receives 2 points, while the lower gets 0 points.

If the total ring count is the same, both teams receive 1 point each in that round. Ultimately, the first team to score 16 points or more wins.

There’s a five-minute free practice shooting period prior to the final, and Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian quickly took the opportunity to wipe the palms and foreheads of sweat.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the four athletes standing in a line were ready.

Park Sung-min and Jin Shengtan glanced at Fang Zixin and Qin Haiyang, a cold smile hanging from their mouths.

Don’t think that just because they were first in the qualification they can win the championship, they haven’t even shown their true strengths yet!

The championship inevitably belongs to our great Korea, just like how Hanfu evolved from our traditional Korean costumes!

Upon sensing their gazes, Qin Haiyang looked up briefly before lowering his head again to find his rhythm.

The competition officially began.

The winning team will receive the gold medal, while the losing side will only secure the silver.

Whether it’s the Huaxia audience watching live or those glued to the broadcast on their TVs, their hearts are already in their throats.

This is the event in which they have high hopes of winning the first gold medal!

However, what left Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian both amused and exasperated was that in such a crucial match, Qin Haiyang still displayed his humblebrag character.

"Get your spirits up, young fellow! This is the Olympic final!"

Wang Fan couldn’t help but sigh.

Qin Haiyang also sighed, showing a dissatisfied look, and then hit a 10.6 ring.

Zhuo Qianqian was more interesting, directly doing a voice-over for Qin Haiyang next to Wang Fan.

"Hey, the shot wasn’t great, feels like something’s missing."

"Oh? The state isn’t quite right, this shot’s state isn’t right."

"What is this, my shooting? Might as well let it end."

"Goodness! How did I only hit 10.4 rings? Did I use my nose to fire this shot?"

"What’s going on? Why is today’s touch so off?"

If not for the big screen continuously updating scores, just hearing Zhuo Qianqian’s voice-over, Wang Fan might have thought Qin Haiyang’s performance was bad.

Yet, the numbers on the big screen clearly tell Wang Fan that Qin Haiyang is performing very well.

Fang Zixin’s performance is equally impressive, and both of their totals continually lead over the Korea Team.

Jin Shengtan’s breathing had a slight fluctuation, a surge of anger continually building in his chest.

Even though he couldn’t hear what was said, the look of that Huaxia boy was simply too obnoxious!

All that sighing and head shaking, almost breaking a world record for crying out loud!

Is there still joy in playing?!

"Is this hand rusted?"

"Ah, this gun won’t do, only 10.9 rings."

"Inhale... exhale... I have an ominous premonition."

"Alas, all that practice was a waste, might as well end it."

"May as well give up, whatever happens, happens."

"Hurry up and finish, today’s form is awful."

"I’m blue, I’m unhappy, why didn’t I hit it well again?"

"Huh? Have we won the championship?"