170: Chapter 170 Reaction Testing

Rubber bullets shot out from all directions with astonishing Speed.

The first one, she dodged by turning sideways.

The second, she ducked to avoid.

The third, she leaned back slightly, and the bullet flew past the tip of her nose.

Her movements were not large, but each one was precise and on point.

There was no need for unnecessary movement, no need for exaggerated dodging.

Every movement was just enough, neither too much nor too little.

Like a precise ruler.

Those outside watched in astonishment.

"Qiao Shuwan's reaction Speed is just too fast, isn't it?"

"Her movements are so precise, not a single bit wasted."

"Is this the strength of an Inter-school League champion?"

One minute passed.

Not a single hit.

Two minutes passed.

Still not a single hit.

The firing frequency of the rubber bullets began to increase, and the Speed began to accelerate.

But Qiao Shuwan's movements accelerated along with it.

Left, right, front, back.

Each time was just right.

Two and a half minutes.

The density of the rubber bullets had become dazzlingly high.

But Qiao Shuwan was still dodging.

Her breathing became a bit rapid, and fine beads of sweat seeped onto her forehead, but her movements remained precise, without a trace of panic.

Three minutes ended.

The rubber bullet launcher stopped working.

Qiao Shuwan stood in the center of the room, panting slightly.

The number displayed on the test instrument was zero.

Not hit a single time.

The Training Hall erupted in warm applause and cheers.

"Too amazing! Not hit once in three minutes!"

"As expected of Qiao Shuwan, this result is too strong!"

"The first zero-hit result today!"

Qiao Shuwan walked out of the room, took the towel handed over by a classmate nearby, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Her expression remained calm, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Zero hits.

She was satisfied with this result.

Although dodging it wasn't easy, she had done it.

Her gaze unconsciously swept toward the direction where Wang Lin was.

Wang Lin was still leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, eyes half-closed, as if he didn't care at all about everything that had just happened.

Qiao Shuwan frowned slightly; she didn't know why she cared about Wang Lin's reaction.

But she couldn't help but look over.

And Wang Lin wasn't looking at her at all.

The subsequent testers walked into the room one after another.

Some were hit a dozen times, some were hit over twenty times.

The best result was a sophomore boy, who was hit five times.

When he walked out of the room, the whole room broke into applause.

"Five times! Not bad!"

"This should be the second-best result of the day, right?"

"The first is of course Qiao Shuwan's zero, and the second is his five."

The boy smiled, a look of pride on his face.

"Is there anyone else who wants to test?" Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan asked.

No one answered.

Most people had already finished testing, and the remaining few were hesitating.

"I'll do it," a voice sounded from the corner.

Everyone's gaze turned to the direction the voice came from.

Wang Lin straightened up from the wall, his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly toward the room.

Qiao Shuwan sat in the spectator area, her gaze locked tightly on Wang Lin.

The boy who had been hit five times glanced at Wang Lin, a look of disapproval on his face.

"Can he be even better than Qiao Shuwan? Zero times is already the limit; at most, he'll just get zero times."

The person next to him didn't speak, but they thought the same thing.

Zero times was already a perfect score.

No matter how amazing Wang Lin was, it could only be zero times.

Just like Qiao Shuwan.

Wang Lin walked into the room and stood in the center, his hands still in his pockets, not taking them out.

The Training Hall exploded with noise.

"He... he wants to keep his hands in his pockets?"

"How is it possible to dodge like that?"

"Isn't he being too arrogant? Even Qiao Shuwan wouldn't dare do that!"

"Is he too full of himself? Does he think he can do anything?"

Qiao Shuwan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her hands unconsciously gripped the fabric on her knees.

Hands in his pockets? What does this mean?

Does he think it's too simple and needs to increase the difficulty? Or does he not take this test seriously at all?

Regardless of which one it was, Qiao Shuwan felt uncomfortable.

The test began.

Rubber bullets shot out from all directions, dense and thick like a net.

The first one flew past Wang Lin's hair.

The second one flew past his ear.

The third one flew past his armpit.

Wang Lin stood there, his body swaying slightly.

The range wasn't large, and every movement was very small.

His hands were still in his pockets, not taken out at all.

But every rubber bullet just happened to fly past his body, with a distance of a hair's breadth, and not a single one hit.

The discussion outside gradually quieted down and finally disappeared completely.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the scene inside the glass wall.

Thirty seconds passed.

Not a single hit.

One minute passed.

Still not a single hit.

One and a half minutes.

The firing frequency of the rubber bullets began to increase, and the Speed began to accelerate.

But Wang Lin's body swayed even faster.

Left, right, front, back.

Every time was precise to the millimeter.

His expression remained relaxed, and his breathing remained steady.

It was as if these rubber bullets were not high-Speed projectiles, but raindrops falling from the sky.

He was taking a walk in the rain, and not a single drop touched him.

Two minutes, one hundred and twenty rubber bullets, zero hits.

Qiao Shuwan's expression changed.

She discovered a fact that shocked her—

Wang Lin wasn't dodging; he was "letting," letting the bullets fly past him.

It wasn't that the bullets couldn't hit him; it was that he had precisely calculated the trajectory of every bullet and then placed himself in the gaps between the bullets.

This wasn't a matter of reaction Speed.

This was prediction, calculation, and extreme perception of space.

Qiao Shuwan's hands began to tremble.

She had just felt that her zero-hit result was already very good.

But now, compared to Wang Lin...

Her zero hits were achieved by giving her all, focusing with all her might, and dodging until she was covered in sweat.

Wang Lin's zero hits were achieved with hands in his pockets, expressionless, like taking a walk.

It was the same zero hits, but the gap was not zero.

It was a world of difference.

Two and a half minutes.

The Speed of the rubber bullets had become so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye.

But Wang Lin still stood in place, hands in his pockets, his body swaying like a willow branch in the wind.

Every bullet missed by just a little bit.

Just a little bit, always missing by just a little bit.

Three minutes ended, and the rubber bullet launcher stopped working.

Wang Lin stood in the center of the room, his posture exactly the same as when he went in.

Hands in his pockets, body standing straight, breathing steady.

The number displayed on the test instrument was zero.

Not hit a single time.

The entire Training Hall was dead silent.

Zero, but everyone knew that this zero was not the same concept as Qiao Shuwan's zero.

Qiao Shuwan's zero was "zero."

Wang Lin's zero was "zero."

But between these two "zeros," there was an invisible chasm.

The looks in the eyes of the people around him had completely changed.

"Both are zero hits... but how is the gap so big..."

"Qiao Shuwan achieved it by giving her all, while he achieved it like he was taking a walk."

"How fast is this person's reaction Speed, exactly?"

"I don't know. But I know one thing: he is stronger than Qiao Shuwan. Much stronger."

Qiao Shuwan heard all these words, but she did not refute them, because it was the truth.

She, Qiao Shuwan, had never been outperformed like this since she was a child.

Never, and Wang Lin was the first.