Chapter 246 : I'm Right Here, Right Here, Right Here

"Why is it that when it comes to me, the result of the dog being lost but not needing to be found is just adopting a Bai Bufan?" Ding Sihan said angrily. She took the replica gun hanging from her waist, stepped forward, pressed it against Lin Li's temple, and went *da da da da*.

Bai Bufan, who was also preparing to verbally attack Lin Li, turned his head to look at Ding Sihan upon hearing this: "?"

*No, sis, your words are quite hurtful too. Using the word "just" is a bit too much, isn't it?*

*Am I really that unbearable compared to Lin Li? It's just that Lin Li is a bit richer, a bit taller, a bit more handsome, a bit better at sports, a bit better at studying...*

"..."

*Fuck.*

*Damn it, Lin Li, Lin Li! Lin Li!! A guy whose crimes are too numerous to record!*

Bai Bufan, who no one wanted to adopt, decided to hide in a corner, draw circles, and curse Lin Li.

"Alright, you're dressed up enough, let's go out and choose guns?" Lin Li and Bai Bufan had only simply taken goggles and earmuffs as the most basic protective measures, and then he said to the two girls.

"Okay."

"There are so many, I don't understand. Lin Li, you help me choose, I'll listen to you completely." Chen Yuying glanced at the dense menu and various parameters, frowned, and then directly gave up, entrusting the choice entirely to Lin Li.

"That works too," Lin Li nodded. Following the coach's suggestion just now, he chose handguns and air guns.

"Air guns sound very weak. Give me the most powerful one, preferably the kind that can kill you with one shot."

Ding Sihan, who was next to them, snorted twice upon hearing this, staring maliciously at Lin Li's head.

It seemed that going *da da da* against Lin Li's temple had made her a bit addicted.

"Air guns are weak? I must educate you on this. There was news abroad that a man perfectly escaped the attack of an adult male brown bear using only an air gun, completely unharmed. Don't look down on air guns." Hearing this, Lin Li immediately and seriously defended the reputation of air guns.

"Really? That's a brown bear, an existence even harder to slide-tackle than a tiger. I remember air guns have lethality, but it's not particularly high, right? Is it really useful against a thick-skinned brown bear?" Bai Bufan, who was next to them, questioned upon hearing this.

A brown bear's attack and defense are both very high; it can be considered the king of beasts.

"It's true, but there was probably an element of luck. After all, the news also said that the man's friend, who was shot in the knee, wasn't as lucky as him, and ended up having a grand funeral," Lin Li nodded and finished the story.

Bai, Chen, Ding: "?"

Wait.

*What do you mean by the friend who was shot in the knee?*

"So after all that, the muzzle of the air gun wasn't aimed at the brown bear, but at his own people! It's 'better a dead fellow Daoist than a dead poor Daoist'!?" Bai Bufan's eyes widened.

"Just tell me if he escaped the brown bear's attack or not? That bro escaped unharmed," Lin Li was surprised by Bai Bufan's overreaction.

Putting himself in those shoes, Lin Li's muzzle would definitely be aimed at Bai Bufan first too.

Isn't this human nature?

"What are you thinking about?"

Feeling Lin Li's gaze staring at his knees, Bai Bufan narrowed his eyes.

"Bufan, if you ever encounter a brown bear in the future, it's best if I'm not around," Lin Li patted Bai Bufan's shoulder and said sincerely.

"Fuck!"

Bai Bufan sighed, returning kindness with enmity, and gave Lin Li a thumbs up: "But encountering a powerful existence like you, who is equivalent to two bears without ears, I feel the brown bear would be even unluckier."

Lin Li narrowed his eyes.

Bai Bufan wouldn't praise him, especially with this kind of prefixed sentence.

There must be a problem.

*Brain, think!*

*Hehe.*

"You're fucking calling me 2B again, right?" Lin Li suddenly grabbed Bai Bufan's collar and sneered.

*(Translator's Note: "2B" is Chinese internet slang for "stupid cunt").*

"Damn it, you still found out," Bai Bufan was a bit unwilling.

"Lin Li, requesting translation." Ding Sihan, who was listening to the cross-talk on the side, raised her hand with a standard motion.

"The word for bear is 'Bear'. Without the ears 'ear', it becomes 'B'. Me being equivalent to two of this kind of bear means I am 2B," Lin Li sneered.

"I see."

"Yingbao, what are you spacing out for? Take notes." Ding Sihan, who had also figured it out and learned new knowledge, urged Chen Yuying when she saw her remaining indifferent.

Chen Yuying: "..."

Because the two girls also planned to share one gun to help Lin Li save money, Lin Li finally ordered handguns, air guns, and rifles.

"Alright, everything is ready. You four can come over." Not long after Coach Lu left after placing the order, she returned with Coach Shi and waved to the four.

The four quickly arrived at the shooting range.

The shooting range consisted of rows of shooting booths, separated by explosion-proof glass.

The shooting range was very long, with mechanically controlled lifting targets at different distances. There were cameras on the ground, and screens next to the shooting booths, presumably to see the condition of the targets immediately and determine the number of rings hit.

Before entering the shooting booth, there was also a glass door that could be closed.

Coach Shi and Coach Lu separated the four into pairs and led them to adjacent shooting booths.

"Bufan, did you notice that the targets in the shooting range are all black?" Coach Shi was just about to introduce the handgun without a magazine in his hand when he heard Lin Li speak.

"Lin Li, did you notice that the Olympic champions in American shooting events are basically all white, while the champions in long-distance running events are basically all black?" Bai Bufan immediately drew inferences upon hearing this.

"Mhm."

After the two finished speaking, they exchanged a glance and nodded in mutual appreciation.

"Don't be racist," Coach Shi said helplessly and amusedly upon hearing this.

"We don't want to be either. I've always had a dream, which is to eliminate discrimination. I hope I can achieve it in the future," Lin Li shook his head at Coach Shi upon hearing this.

Coach Shi: "..."

*Couldn't tell.*

"Fun fact: the fundamental way to eliminate racial discrimination is to eliminate races. Lin Li's dream is to always protect everyone like Seele." As Bai Bufan added this, he subconsciously raised his right arm 45 degrees, fingers together pointing forward. *(Translator's Note: A reference to Seele from Honkai Impact 3rd, but the gesture is a Nazi salute, implying Hitler).*

Coach Shi: "?"

*Which fucking Seele are you talking about?*

Coach Shi took a deep breath. *Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat.* He forced a smile, brushed aside these topics, and began to introduce the firearm in his hand:

"Alright you two, let's get back to the main topic. Let me introduce this first. This is what you will be experiencing next, our domestically produced classic handgun—the Type 92 handgun.

"First of all, the Type 92 handgun comes in two calibers: 9mm and 5.8mm. To add, there is no 5.56 caliber domestically. Today we are using the 9mm version. The recoil is moderate, very suitable for beginners to experience. Its magazine capacity is 15 rounds, which is relatively high for a handgun, providing good sustained firepower."

"Look, its design is very ergonomic. The grip is very comfortable and solid, and the stability during shooting is very good. Its weight is about 760 grams, not too heavy, but it feels substantial in the hand, giving you a sense of 'control'."

"The shooting accuracy of the Type 92 handgun is also very high, with an effective range of about 50 meters. In our shooting range, it's suitable for the 10-meter target and the 30-meter target. The 50-meter target is a bit difficult, but considering you are only trying five rounds each, my personal suggestion is that you only need to focus on the target around 10 meters..."

Coach Shi was introducing using the firearm in his hand as a model when he saw Bai Bufan suddenly raise his hand:

"Teacher, I have a question."

"Ask away," Coach Shi paused his explanation and looked at Bai Bufan.

"Then if I stand 51 meters away from the muzzle, can I catch the bullet with my hand?" Bai Bufan asked.

Coach Shi: "?"

"Of course not. Let me explain this point. 50 meters is the effective range, which in layman's terms means the distance you can aim at. In reality, a 9mm bullet is still lethal even at 1400 meters," Coach Shi explained seriously.

"Teacher, I have a question." Lin Li raised his hand.

Coach Shi's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Lin Li, swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Ask away."

"Then if I stand 1401 meters away from the muzzle, can I catch the bullet with my hand?" Lin Li asked.

Coach Shi: "???"

*Fuck!! I knew it!!*

Coach Shi took a deep breath, opened the glass door leading to the shooting booth, and smiled at Lin Li: "Then how about we do an experiment?"

"Sure, Coach. I was just thinking shooting fixed targets is boring." Lin Li nodded expectantly and reached out for the gun.

Coach Shi: "?"

*No, why is it assumed that I'm the one catching the bullet this time?*

Coach Shi took another deep breath and said with a smile: "Indeed, according to your logic, there must be a position where you can catch the bullet barehanded. But let's not explore this question, shall we? The situation is too difficult to determine."

"Coach, there's an error here. You shouldn't use 'all'. There are people who can't catch it." Lin Li raised his hand again upon hearing this.

"Who?" Coach Shi asked subconsciously.

Lin Li: "Jesus, he has holes in his hands."

Coach Shi: "?"

Bai Bufan: "Venus can't either, she has nothing in her hands."

Coach Shi: "..."

Coach Shi covered his face with his hand, sighed up at the sky, then leaned against the wall next to him, gently but continuously knocking his head against the explosion-proof glass.

*Money is hard to earn!! Shit is hard to eat!!*

*Who the fuck said the country's birth rate is low now!?*

*How the fuck is this low? I meet two at once!!*

Meanwhile, next door.

Coach Lu, who was normally explaining to Ding Sihan and Chen Yuying, was attracted by the sound coming from next door. She looked up and saw her colleague hitting his head against the wall with a look of despair and wanting to die.

If it weren't for the fact that the firearm in his hand had no magazine, Coach Lu even suspected he would shoot himself the next second.

*When an ordinary man is enraged, it's a full rage, not two rages, not three rages, but one rage.*

"What... happened?" Coach Lu asked in confusion.

But Coach Shi couldn't hear through the glass and was still bumping his head.

Chen Yuying blinked, looked at Lin Li and Bai Bufan behind Coach Shi, who looked innocent but were chatting enthusiastically, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly at Coach Lu: "It's nothing, it should be normal."

"That's right, but Sister Lu, you'd better advise Coach Shi to get some psychological counseling later," Ding Sihan echoed from the side.

Coach Lu: "?"

Her gaze also turned to those two guys.

*What kind of weirdos are they?*

Coach Shi struggled to adjust his mindset and revealed a "smile" again.

"Which of you two goes first?" He directly skipped the originally lengthy introduction, opened the glass door, and asked.

Lin Li and Bai Bufan exchanged a glance. With their bond, no words were needed. They nodded in tacit understanding and both took a step forward: "Me first."

Coach Shi: "..."

He thought the two would defer to each other. It seemed he thought too much.

The two looked at each other, electric sparks crossing in their eyes.

"Fuck!" Bai Bufan suddenly cried out.

*No, why did it feel like I was just shocked by something?*

Lin Li, who could attack from a distance, hid his merit and fame.

In the end, adhering to the principles of humanity first and fists first, Lin Li went first.

Lin Li and Coach Shi walked in and closed the door.

Coach Shi re-entered his working state and began to demonstrate the correct stance and grip.

"When shooting, pay attention. Although the recoil isn't particularly large, you still need to maintain the correct posture. Hold the gun with both hands, keep your arms straight, lean your body slightly forward, and align your eyes, the front sight, and the target in a straight line. Remember, pull the trigger steadily, don't rush."

Coach Shi began to demonstrate the standard posture.

Lin Li was staring, ready to learn, when he suddenly remembered he had another ability.

[Imitate].

[Imitate: Specify a behavior pattern, talent, or ability that you have personally witnessed within the last month. For one hour after use, you will imitate 50%~150% of that behavior pattern, talent, or ability. The specific percentage depends on your physical fitness and ability at the time of use.

This ability accumulates one use every 48 hours, and the maximum storage limit for the Imitate ability is 2.]

With a thought, Lin Li hoped... he could imitate Coach Shi's ability with firearms?

[Imitation successful, imitation percentage "150%".]

Seeing the system prompt, not only did he successfully imitate it, but he also directly far exceeded Coach Shi.

But Lin Li found that his brain had no reaction. Knowledge about firearms and such didn't flood in like with the "Soul of Close Combat".

"Alright, now you can try." Although he noticed Lin Li was absent-minded, Coach Shi only sighed inwardly. He attached the handgun to the safety tether and then instructed:

"Remember, safety first. The muzzle must always point towards the target. Do not put your finger on the trigger until you are ready to shoot.

"You cannot take the bullet casings away. Before making any large movements, for example, if you want to pick something up or bend over, you must report to me first, otherwise I might react and take you down directly."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Li nodded and took the gun from Coach Shi's hand.

His hands subconsciously aimed at the ten-meter target with a posture even more standard than Coach Shi's just now.

Lin Li raised an eyebrow. *So the body directly imitates muscle memory, completely bypassing the brain?*

"Alright, you can start anytime. For your first time shooting, just aim to not miss the target—"

"Bang! Bang!"

Before Coach Shi could finish his sentence, Lin Li had already fired.

To be honest, the gunshot was much louder than Lin Li imagined. Even wearing earmuffs, he felt a bit of a buzzing sound.

After firing, Lin Li looked confidently at the screen.

Two bullet holes, very close to each other, formed one hole in the center of the ten-meter target.

"Coach, please adjust it to the thirty-meter target for me."

Coach Shi: "?"

*No? Bro, did you turn on hacks?*

Hitting the ten-ring on a ten-meter target indeed isn't hard, but hitting two ten-rings in rapid succession isn't simple, let alone for a pure beginner?

*This kid... is very suspicious!*

"Is it really your first time playing? You haven't secretly shot at home before?" Coach Shi asked in confusion while controlling the ten-meter target to lower and the thirty-meter target to rise.

"I shoot handguns about once every two days. If the addiction hits, once a day," Lin Li said shyly upon hearing this.

Coach Shi: "..."

*What kind of handgun are you fucking talking about shooting.* 

*(Translator's Note: "Shooting a handgun" (da shou qiang) is Chinese slang for jerking off).*

"Young people should pay attention to moderation. Don't wait until you're middle-aged to sigh in despair, finding there are no more well-diggers in the world." But Coach Shi was worthy of being a coach. No matter what kind of handgun it was, he had rich teaching experience.

Lin Li: "?"

*What kind of ocean are you fucking sighing at, with so much water.*

But for someone with abundant Yang energy like himself, it was overthinking.

"The thirty-meter target is ready." Looking at the screen which had also switched views, Coach Shi looked up and signaled.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lin Li raised his hand and fired another three-round burst with almost no pause.

Ten rings, eight rings, nine rings.

Coach Shi opened his mouth wide, speechless for a long time.

If the first time could be called luck, this time could only be skill.

And it had reached a level that even he would find hard to achieve.

Lin Li also looked at his results. No, to be precise, it was the results of 150% Coach Shi.

It seemed the coach's level was somewhat average—this was the limit of 150% Coach Shi. He couldn't quite control it later on, plus there was bullet spread, so he couldn't hit all ten rings.

Eh?

Lin Li suddenly thought of a question.

The ability to imitate didn't seem to say it could only imitate *other people's* abilities?

Right now, his own ability to shoot a handgun was also witnessed by his own eyes. So could he imitate it too?

[Imitation successful, imitation percentage "150%".]

Lin Li raised an eyebrow. *It fucking works*, and it was the maximum percentage again.

This was multiplication. In other words, his marksmanship for the next hour was already 225% of Coach Shi's?

His feeling holding the handgun indeed felt a bit different again.

The range of [Imitate] was what he had personally witnessed within a month. Did that mean as long as he [Imitated] "himself" once a month, this ability would be permanently retained and available for use?

And it would get stronger and stronger, until he could only imitate his own [100%], tending towards stability.

No, as long as he was practicing martial arts and tempering his body, theoretically, his physical fitness would be stronger each time he used it than the last time. Perhaps each time it would be [105%], [110%]?

Lin Li felt it was feasible.

Moreover, Lin Li's comprehension was quite good now. And what could be more beneficial for learning than the "possession" style teaching right in front of him, which was even better than hand-holding teaching?

Teaching by words and deeds is not as good as a ghost possessing you and teaching you directly.

Although Lin Li didn't have many new things in his brain, by relying on his memory and comprehension to remember this physical sensation, it would definitely greatly improve his own firearm abilities.

Thinking of this, Lin Li was very satisfied. He placed the handgun flat on the table, ready to leave and let Bai Bufan in.

"Lin Li, do you want to shoot an 18+ cannon?" But Coach Shi suddenly stopped Lin Li.

Lin Li: "?"

"Do you want to shoot airplanes? Do you want to shoot handguns? Do you want the collision of flesh and blood, do you want to hear the moans? Do you want to play with everything a man desires? They are all 18+ items!" Coach Shi said excitedly, sounding like he was in a pyramid scheme.

But this couldn't fool Lin Li. Lin Li narrowed his eyes:

"Coach, if it's military conscription, just say it's military conscription."

*(End of Chapter)*