By now, everyone had figured out her rtionship with the instructor. He was her uncle. Of course, a ssic case of nepotism. No wonder her training always seemed easier than everyone else''s.


    "Well, that''s it then. With her representing us, forget about first ce. We''ll be lucky if we don''t end upst and embarrass ourselves."


    "I heard Ynda took shooting sses as a kid. Her skills must be pretty good. Otherwise, why would she look so confident?"


    "I wouldn''t be so sure," Hattie retorted with a sneer. "By the way, Juniper, can you shoot?"


    After all these days, Hattie saw Juniper as a goddess who could do anything except fly.


    “Hmm?” Juniper, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them slightly. "A little bit," she said nonchntly.


    "Just a little?" Hattie muttered to herself, then said with conviction, "Well, that''s still got to be better than Ynda."


    Juniper pursed her lips but didn''t say anything.


    "Any objections?" Farrell asked perfunctorily.


    Everyone exchanged nces, their dissatisfaction clear but unspoken. No one dared to object and risk being assigned fifty push-ups.


    "Since there are no objections, Ynda it is.”


    Thepetition was scheduled for three in the afternoon. Farrell used the lunch break to give Ynda some extra practice.


    The shootingpetition was really just a way to liven things up for the students. Anyone who could hit the target was considered impressive. Since Ynda had been around guns since childhood and had a decent aptitude for it, she could not only hit the target but asionallynd a shot in the third or fourth ring. Farrell told her the other students were all amateurs, which made Ynda even more certain of her victory.


    So, before thepetition even began, rumors were already circting in the broadcasting department that Ynda was going to take first ce. She even brazenly imed that thew andputer science departments should thank her for their day of rest, and that they had better show her some respect from now on.


    ...


    At three in the afternoon, the shootingpetition officially began.


    At the same time, by the window of the administration building, Ebony Fox was once again watching through her binocrs.


    "Is Company 22 sending the same record-breaking girl from before?"


    The girl had shattered the obstacle course record, which proved she''d had


    specialized training. Ebony Fox was curious to see how she would do at shooting.


    “Doesn''t look like it,” her subordinate


    replied, also holding a pair of binocrs. He described Ynda''s appearance. See the one with the most foundation caked on her face? She''s representing Company 22."


    Ebony Fox''s gaze fell on Ynda, and her expression immediately turned cold. That girl looked like she could shoot?


    "Bang-"


    Losing interest, Ebony Fox tossed the binocrs on the table and opened Juniper''s file. The first page was her photo, an official ID picture.


    Seeing the girl''s face, Ebony Fox''s heart skipped a beat. Why did this face seem so familiar? Especially those defiant eyes and brows they bore a striking resemnce to her own.


    "She used to be an orphan, but she


    found her older brother," her subordinate exined, in case Ebony Fox couldn''t read the fecalnguage. "Her brother is Jimmie Tate, the nation''s biggest movie star."


    Jimmie? Never heard of him.


    The further she read, the stronger the sense of familiarity grew. Could it be that her intense longing to find her sisterbined with her. admiration for Juniper, was creating this illusion of familiarity?


    No. She had to get to the bottom of this.