Wanyu District, Building 7, Unit 3.
Yang Sheng gulped down a mouthful of ice-cold Fanta, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed as he looked ahead,
"Jiang Ning, your skills are not bad, I'm somewhat impressed."
Tang Fu, next to him, thought about the tragic state of the cicada as it hit the ground, its head flattened and killed instantly.
When she looked at Jiang Ning again, she felt especially strange.
It wasn't that she was amazed by Jiang Ning's slingshot skills; after all, with her talent, she could easily achieve that level of accuracy with just a week of focused practice.
What she couldn't understand was, if Jiang Ning was that accurate, why didn't he take the initiative to shoot from the beginning?
Instead, he waited until Xue Yuantong handed him the slingshot.
In Tang Fu's class, Class 7, boys like Zhao Jinyang and Bai Hao, who had even a slight talent, would immediately show off as soon as they got the chance, strutting like peacocks, wishing everyone knew.
