I'm really not a genius

Chapter 4

That afternoon, Lu Yao lingered in the second-hand store for more than an hour and touched almost everything in the store, so that the shop assistants looked at him strangely.

But of course, the harvest is also very gratifying:

A shotgun butt, with a class a shotgun shooting skill book;

A mountain knife with a B-level demon anatomy skill book;

A mountaineering pick with a C-level mountaineering skill book;

A compass with a d-level field orientation skill book.

When the four skill books were entered into the account, Lu Yao immediately felt rich. Like a hamster for the winter, he prepared a hole full of food and waited for the new year.

The fly in the ointment is that none of the four skill books could be downloaded on the spot.

Among them, the shotgun shooting skill book has the highest progress, with a progress of 13.2%; The lowest is the demon anatomy skill book, only 0.3%.

Well

It seems that skill books are not downloaded for nothing.

If it is a field that you don't understand at all, such as music, even if you get Mozart's violin, you may not become a master performer.

Holding today's harvest, Lu Yao paid the bill and left the second-hand store with satisfaction.

Well, when you have time, you can go to the second-hand market outside the school.

After touching the imperial capital, go to other cities;

After touching at home, go abroad;

After touching the second-hand market, you can also touch it in the waste recycling bin;

Or you can go directly to the dustbin, especially the dustbin at the door of the martial arts school and shooting Hall

Well, this painting style seems a little wrong?

……

Leaving the second-hand store, Lu Yao walked towards the dormitory building and planned to put these things away first.

Before I got close, I saw several uninvited guests standing in front of the building door from a distance.

These people are holding SLRs, carrying cameras and staring at passing students with bright eyes, as if they were looking for someone.

Lu Yao suddenly felt something bad.

Sure enough, as soon as the group saw Lu Yao, they immediately brightened their eyes, ran towards him step by step, raised their long guns and short guns and aimed at him.

"Hello, classmate, excuse me!"

A girl with short hair held up the microphone and asked excitedly, "excuse me, are you Lu Yao from class 15, freshman of the Department of combat?"

Where has Lu Yao seen such a scene? The whole person suddenly froze. It took a long time to answer, "well, yes."

The short haired girl got a positive answer. Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Hello, classmate Lu Yao. I'm a reporter from the Information Department of the student union. Don't be nervous. Can I ask you a few questions?"

Lu Yao nodded nervously and said, "OK."

The short haired girl tucked her sideburns back and said with a smile, "classmate Lu Yao, first of all, congratulations on your good score of 500 rings in the final shooting exam just finished. This is also the only full ring in this exam. Can you share your current mood with us?"

Lu Yaohan.

It's just a test. It's not the Olympic Games. Is this kind of thing worth interviewing?

Seeing the curious eyes from passers-by around him, he blushed and whispered, "Er, it's just good luck."

"Classmate Lu Yao is really modest."

The short haired girl smiled and said, "according to the news we just got, because of your excellent performance in this exam, your name has entered president Song's' winter training 'list. Excuse me, in the face of the upcoming shooting winter training, do you have confidence in yourself?"

Lu Yao was stunned.

Winter training?

Principal song?

What is she talking about?

"That..."

Lu Yao looked at the reporter dumbly and said, "excuse me, what did you mean by 'winter training'?"

The girl with short hair raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "don't you know about shooting winter training? President Song plans to take students from this year. Three people are recruited in each winter training. Lu Yao's shooting results are so good that he hasn't paid attention to these?"

When Lu Yao grew up, he felt a little confused.

Principal song?

Which principal song?

Is it... Principal Song Zhen??

"You see," the short haired girl took out her mobile phone and handed it to Lu Yao after some operation. "The list has been posted."

Lu Yao took a look at his mobile phone. Sure enough, the first item on the interface of the school educational administration network is the publicity of the list of shooting winter training of the combat department. His name is impressively listed.

Lu Yao stared at the mobile phone screen.

According to his memory, he knew that principal song's name was Song Zhen, who was recognized as the first shot God in China.

Song Lao's position in the shooting circle is almost equivalent to that of Mr. cha in the martial arts literature circle.

Three years ago, president Song retired from the front line and came to the imperial demon hunting college. The school specially held a grand welcome ceremony for him, which also made headlines on major news websites at that time.

Now, President song is going to start accepting students?

Moreover, his name also appears on the candidate list??

An unspeakable sense of excitement exploded in my heart.

"Classmate Lu Yao?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, the short haired girl took the initiative and said, "excuse me, do you have confidence in shooting winter training? If you have the opportunity, do you want to become president Song's student?"

Lu Yao returned to his senses, and his eyes gradually lit up the idea of war.

Confidence dare not say, because he doesn't know the specific content of winter training.

However, with their current strength, there must be opportunities to compete.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "there are so many excellent students in our school. I certainly don't have much confidence. However, President song has always been my idol. If I have the opportunity, I certainly hope to get the guidance of President song."

The short haired girl then asked some specific questions about shooting, but Lu Yaoyi was not good at dealing with the scene. Second, there was really nothing to say. Their Q & A was very embarrassing.

After a while, the short haired girl also felt that she couldn't get anything, so she smiled and said, "I'm sorry to delay you for so long. Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you progress in your study and a happy life."

Lu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, smiled politely at these people, and walked into the dormitory building with relief.

Hoo

Finally left.

If you keep being watched like this, you'll have urticaria!

……

When he came to the door of his dormitory, Lu Yao found that the door was locked.

After opening it with the key, the room was empty.

That's strange.

It's 4:50 p.m. and it's not time for dinner. The exam has all ended. Why are none of these people here?

Lu Yao took out his mobile phone and wanted to ask in the group.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the lock screen, I found that there were 6 missed calls on my mobile phone, all from my roommate.

too bad!

After the exam, I tried to patronize the second-hand store and forgot to turn my mobile phone back to sound!

He quickly opened the chat software again. Sure enough, there was a message from his roommate.

"Where? The little theater starts!"

"We have passed, you hurry."

"Here we are. I'll take your seat. Go in the third row from the bottom on the right hand side of the door."

It was 17 minutes ago.