Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 533

His total was 24 points. This placed him first among all the students so far—an impressive score for an amateur.

Watching the contestants’ performance improve and their accuracy rise, Yolanda’s fingers tightened, her heart pounding. Hadn’t Farrell said that very few students had any shooting experience, that most were just dabblers who would struggle to even hit the target?

Although she had been in a shooting club since she was a child, she had never taken it seriously. The best she had ever scored was a 4. Even if she hit 4 points on all three shots, her total would only be 12. Compared to the others, she would already be near the bottom of the rankings. If anyone else scored higher, wouldn’t she be eliminated in the first round?

She had already boasted that she would win first place and give everyone a day off. If she got eliminated now, how could she ever show her face again? Maybe she could pretend to be sick and sit this one out?

“Number 31, you’re up!”

Just as Yolanda was trying to come up with a plan, the announcer’s voice rang out. All eyes turned to her. As a rifle was handed to her, she realized she had no way out. She had to steel herself and walk to the shooting line.

Her first shot went wide: 2 points.

“What?”

The broadcasting students were stunned. Two points? Just a moment ago, a student with no experience had gotten a lucky 3. Yolanda had been practicing for years—what was this?

Farrell’s face darkened. He thought Yolanda must just be nervous. It was fine. As long as she scored better on the next two shots, she still had a chance to advance.

Second shot: 3 points.

The students fell silent, their expressions saying it all. Farrell’s face grew even darker. Was she sure she had practiced?

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