Chapter 505: Call Him a Vase

"The most talented?" At this time, a burly man in the team came out.

His name is Clay, the world champion in the last shooting competition. He has always been called the most talented one in the shooting world. Now I hear that Li Yanmo is also the most talented one. How can I be convinced?

He glanced up and down at the handsome Li Yanmo, his eyes full of mockery, and rolled his eyes disdainfully, "Who is the most talented? I think he is just a flower vase!"

"No, there is an old saying in their Chinese country, which is to say, it's worth it but it doesn't work!"

"Hahaha……"

The people in country S burst into laughter.

"You've gone too far!" Fei Fei and others were immediately furious when their team members were so humiliated.

Compared to their anger, Li Yanmo, who was called a "flower vase" by others, remained calm and said indifferently, "Whether I am a flower vase or not, you will know on the field."

After saying that, he held Ning Tiantian's hand and entered the gym without even giving them a spare look.

Clay sneered disdainfully, obviously not taking him seriously.

"The people from country S are really too much. Let's see if we don't torture them to death on the field later!"

Fei Fei and others quickly followed, and they were still very angry. The feeling of being looked down upon was really embarrassing and frustrating!

Ning Tiantian was a little puzzled, shook the hand of the man next to her, raised her eyes and asked, "Brother Mo, did they scold you just now?"

She doesn’t understand the language of country S.

"Um."

Li Yanmo nodded slightly.

"Then what are they scolding?" Ning Tiantian suddenly became angry and did not forget to turn around and glare at the group of people.

Clay and others... What are this little loli looking at? Could it be that she has fallen in love with them?

"vase."

Two words overflowed from Li Yanmo's mouth.

Ning Tiantian suddenly twitched the corners of her lips, her head covered with black lines.

They are the vases!

Oh no, they are not even qualified to be vases, they are all very ugly, hum!

Entering the shooting venue, Li Yanmo first sent Ning Tiantian to the audience.

The auditorium is in the shape of a staircase from top to bottom.

First row, best seat.

Ning Tiantian's position is in the first row.

This is a benefit for the family members of the team members.

"Just sit here obediently while I go to the back to prepare." Li Yanmo instructed.

Ning Tiantian nodded quickly, "I know, Brother Mo, go ahead!"

Only then did Li Yanmo leave with peace of mind.

About ten minutes later, the whistle sounded on the field.

Competitors from various countries came to the arena one after another.

There are two rounds in the competition, the preliminary round and the final, which are divided into individual results and team results.

"All players, please take your positions and your body must not exceed the ground line..." the referee shouted with a loudspeaker.

Brush brush brush.

The players stepped forward.

Li Yanmo is no exception.

After loading the bullets, he raised the gun, narrowed his eyes, and aimed at the bullseye fifty meters away.

Now just wait for the referee’s order!

Clay happened to be standing next to him, with disdain in his eyes.

Li Yanmo felt someone was looking at him, but he didn't even give him a look.

It was this kind of ignorance that made Clay gnash his teeth, as if he was nothing but air and he couldn't see it at all!

"start!"

At this time, the referee's voice fell!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of air rifles suddenly rang out in the field.

For the fifty-meter regular shooting competition, each person has a total of sixty rounds of ammunition and the competition time is one hour.