chapter698

Lydia's lips curled into a mocking smile as she glanced at Daisy, like she was watching a clown put on a show.

Daisy had already crossed the line, way past the point of no return. At this stage, if making Lydia look bad meant being shameless, she was more than willing to do it.

"Fine. Let me show you how hitting ten perfect shots is done."

Lydia didn't waste any more words. She stepped up to the firing line, standing tall and steady, her posture straight and proud. Determination shone in her eyes. She gripped the gun tightly, as if holding the key to something legendary.

Everyone around held their breath, waiting to see what she would do.

She raised the gun and aimed. Her movements were smooth, confident, practiced. The bullseye was clear in her sights.

Bang! The first shot rang out, hitting the bullseye dead center.

The crowd gasped. Maybe the first one was luck, but what about the next?

Before anyone could even process it, Lydia fired again.

Bang! Another perfect ten. The sharp sound echoed, almost like the start of a victory song.

Each shot after that, Lydia was completely in the zone. Her focus never wavered, her eyes glued to the bullseye. Every time she squeezed the trigger, it was like she was challenging herself, pushing for absolute perfection. The shots kept coming, one after another, and every single one was a flawless ten.

Everyone around her could barely breathe. All eyes were locked on Lydia, like they were witnessing a miracle unfold right in front of them. Shock and admiration filled the air.

When the final shot faded, the whole range went silent for a moment.

Then, someone finally shouted, bursting with excitement. "Ten perfect shots!"

The whole place erupted. Cheers and applause filled the air, loud and wild.

Sunlight poured over Lydia, wrapping her in a golden glow.

Even the neighboring class was drawn over by the commotion. When they heard someone from Freshman Class Three had just hit ten perfect shots, everyone craned their necks trying to see what was happening. s?novels

"Ten perfect shots? No way. Wasn't that supposed to be Jay?"

"No, I heard them say Lydia."

"Lydia? The top scorer, the one who made Daisy move off campus?

"That's her, I can see her right now!"

At that moment, Lydia's slim figure looked impossibly tall, the absolute center of attention on the training grounds.

Daisy was shattered, totally stunned. She could barely believe her own eyes. Lydia, who just scored a miserable three, now turned around and hit ten perfect shots in a row?

Monica and Fiona were beaming with pride.

Ten perfect shots, one after another, not even a hint of hesitation.

What kind of skill was this?

"Patricia, ten perfect shots. You believe it now, right? Didn't you say you'd kneel and call her Your Highness if she pulled it off?" Monica

shot a look at Batricia

stood frozen, her face pale s completely at a loss.

That feeling of sweet payback was unbeatable.

It's Patricia's fault for looking down on Lydia. Bet she didn't see this coming. Serves her right.

Patricia could feel everyone's eyes on her, waiting for her to kneel and call Lydia "Your Highness." The humiliation was so overwhelming, she wished she could disappear.

"What's wrong? Can't admit you lost?" Fiona chimed in, her voice sharp. Where was all that attitude from earlier? Now she wanted to play the victim?

Patricia's eyes went red, filling with tears. She stared at Lydia, her voice trembling "Lydia, I'm sorry. I Is

shouldn't have doubted you Bet

there are so many people here can we wait until we're back at the dorm..."