You Hit My Heart
Chapter 98

Luther heard him and he eyed Felix seriously, “It was both of you whoshot off the target, and I was just short of an 8 ring. Don't talk about melike I was incompetent as you guys. Besides, it was all because youtwo kept interfering with me!"

Joyce just burst out laughing, "Got it, I'l do my best."

"Don't worry, she should get through.” Luther pushed Felix out of theway like he was disgusted with him, "Get out of the way."

Luther had seen Joyce shoot at the four cars trailing them, and shenever missed a single shot back then.

Although the full target for the 50m pistol test was small, she should befine.

"Mrs. Warner, this way please." The staff reached out and respectfullyled Joyce to the shooting table, introducing her one by one, "These arethe goggles, these are the headphones, and this is ......"

"I used them before. You don't have to introduce these, thank you."Joyce smiled faintly at the staff.

That confident smile, as if it had some sort of infectious power,charmed the crowd.

The staff nodded and hurriedly stepped back to the side and pressed abutton, "You may begin."

Instantly, all the display screens in the range lit up, and the azurescreen showed ten blank frames, waiting for the announcement of eachtargeting score.

Joyce rubbed the back of her hands together, put on her goggles andheadphones, and then, she held up the pistol.

Really, it had been a long time since she last shot a target.

She thought.

First, just a random shot to try the gun.

With a "Bang," there was a gunshot.

The result was immediately displayed on the screen: 9.7.

"Wow, wow, wow." Felix squealed in succession regardless of hismanners, "Amazing, amazing, 9.7 rings. Luther, I remember the bestyou got was just a 9.6."

Mathew looked up from his console and glanced at the screen,seemingly unsurprised as he muttered to himself, "Oh, she just fired arandom shot."

"What did you say?" Felix didn't hear.

"Didn't say anything, you guys go on and watch the good show."Mathew continued to play his game.

Joyce heard the result reported on the radio, 9.7, and she shook herhead straight away, looking extremely dissatisfied. Her hand had gotreally rusty these years.

It should not have been like this. She cheered herself up. Once again,she aimed seriously and fired another shot.

Screencast: 10.5.

Felix's eyes went wide and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.The casual smile on Luther's lips gradually froze. He narrowed his longeyes, watching the back of Joyce, and could no longer get his eyes offthe woman.

She was so handsome, and it was like she was born for it.

Joyce was still not satisfied with this result. After a long time, shegradually found the feeling of the old days on the field.

10.3.

10.7.

10.8.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

The last five shots seemed to be locked at 10.9. At that moment, sheseemed to be back on her old competition field, surrounded by all thepeople who had been there just for her, screaming and cheering. Sheheld her breath, concentrated, and fired another perfect shot.Fortunately, despite all the time she spent away from the field, she hadnot changed.