The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

"Nope." Mirabella's calm voice floated over as she nudged the brim of her hat up, squinting with her left eye while peering through the scope with her right. Her rifle was trained on three targets.

"Ah... I thought you would," Lisa said, blinking and whispering.

Next to them, Howard's lips twitched at Mirabella's 'no,' thinking she must be quite the braggart. Claiming she could show people a thing or two without any practice. Tsk.

But then, Howard's eyes landed on Mirabella's shooting stance, and to her surprise, it looked pretty professional. As she pondered this, Mirabella's finger squeezed the trigger. A crisp sound followed by the rapid succession of bullets, ending with a sudden, loud impact as they all hit the bullseye.

She was shooting in rapid succession, so all five bullets struck their mark. The onlookers widened their eyes in amazement.

"Wow, she's a pro! Hitting all the targets in rapid fire like that, and it's not easy."

"I just did single shots, had five chances, and missed only once. I was feeling pretty good about myself until now. This... this is on another level."

"The way this girl handles the gun is textbook, exactly like what the instructor showed us. She must have practiced before."

The murmurs of the surrounding crowd reached an incredulous Howard, snapping her back to reality. Hadn't Mirabella just said she hadn't practiced? How could she hit all targets in rapid succession on her first try?

With a complex expression, Howard looked at the distant red bullseye, thinking about her own practice. Her single-shot firing had hit the targets, but not the bullseye even once. So, was this girl showing off on purpose?

Feeling annoyed, Howard didn't want to listen to the various praises from the male students anymore. She turned and walked back to her group.

After finishing, Mirabella stood up, handed the rifle to another student, and walked aside, dusting off her clothes.

Lisa hustled over, humming and hawing, "Mira, you're too cool, managing rapid fire and all. The instructor didn't even teach us that. And you... still claim you haven't practiced?"

Mirabella glanced at Lisa, her delicate chin slightly lifted. "It's only twenty-five meters. Isn't it just about having hands? Do you even need to practice?"

Lisa: "..."

Feeling a bit insulted, Lisa gave a forced laugh. "Sure, thanks. I'll keep practicing," she said, feeling

defeated and not wanting to talk net

anymore. If she could do it,

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wouldn't have missed her shots.

"Gotta hit the bathroom," Mirabella said, then walked over to the instructor to ask

for a break.

*

Not far away, under the shade of an

oak tree, Wyatt held a pair of binoculars, standing a step behind and to the right of James. On James's left stood a rugged-looking man in military uniform, exuding an air of disciplined authority, a middle-aged man.

The man's hands were clasped behind his back, his gaze

continuously fixed in the direction of

the field James, tell me, why did

you suddenly come to Prestige College to become an instructor?"

He had been away on a mission recently and had only found out upon his return that this kid had used his name to sneak into Prestige College as an instructor.