The instructor nced at Sam, noticing his eyes were locked on Mirabe. He leaned in and whispered, "Sam, do you want to call that girl over?"


    Sam, with his hands sped behind his back, had a prating look under his thick eyebrows. Meanwhile, under Mirabe''s guidance, Lisa squeezed the trigger, and the shot rang out.


    Although it didn''t hit the bullseye, it was pretty close. Still lying on the ground, Lisa stared at her score in disbelief, "Did... did my bullet actually fly straight??"


    Mirabe shot her a sideways nce, stepped aside, and said nonchntly, "Try again."


    Lisa nodded, feeling a surge of confidence. She set up her rifle again, aimed, and fired. This time, without Mirabe''s help, shepletely missed the target.


    Lisa sighed, "..."


    Nothing.


    Coughing, Lisa turned her head and gave Mirabe a pleading look, "Could you show me one more time?"


    Mirabe pressed her fingers to her forehead. Seriously, isn''t this just a simple skill?


    Despite her reluctance, she patiently guided Lisa through it once more. On the second try, Lisa paid close attention and felt like she finally got it. When she pulled the trigger again, she hit the bullseye.


    Sam nced up for a moment, then shifted his gaze back and answered the instructor''s earlier question, "No need."


    Even from a distance, his sharp hearing picked up how the girl was teaching the shooting techniques.


    Steady, calm, and insightful. She was definitely smart.


    Sam didn''t say anything further and leisurely strolled over to the next group practicing their shooting.


    Howard had been keeping an eye on the instructor''s movements. She noticed the sudden appearance of a stranger in military attire, someone the instructor seemed to respect. She figured he must be an important figure.


    She had heard from an upperssman that the instructors training the Prestige College freshmen were real soldiers from the military. Getting praised by one of them could earn you a few extra points.


    And honestly, who wouldn''t want to be praised?


    As Sam and the instructor approached, she picked up her rifle, smoothlyid down, aimed, and fired in one fluid motion. Five bullets, four hits—definitely the best in her group.


    After shooting, Howard stood up straight, her posture almost military-like.


    Someone nearby praised her, "Howard, you''re incredible. We all learned together, but while we''ve missed several times, you''ve already hit the bullseye. That''s impressive!"


    Howard smiled modestly, "It was just luck."


    "I think you''re the best among the freshmen." The speaker hadn''t seen Mirabe shoot.


    Catching a glimpse of the approaching instructor, Howard straightened her back,


    "Not really, I just have a knack for shooting."


    "Ha, that doesn''t hide the fact you''re skilled."


    Howard kept her graceful and


    confident demeanor. As the instructor drew closer, she toned down her smile, adopting a serious expression, and saluted him. Her movements were wless, showing off what she had learned during the training, while the other students were still catching up.