Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 559

Chapter 563

"Better keep quiet if you don't want to lose." It's as irritating as having to put up with the high-pitched whining of a mosquito.

Having been scolded by Vania, Yvonne pursed her lips and said nothing else, though she went on to mock inwardly, Unreasonable wench. You're just trying to cover up your own shortfalls.

Once again, Vania took aim, but her posture looked worse than it did the previous time. Her arms looked like they were tired from holding up the gun, and anyone could see that her aim was entirely off. She could very well end up hitting the target board next to her own.

"Ten-ring."

As everyone's breath hitched, the mechanical voice sounded over the system to announce Vania's precision score.

T-This has to be a joke! Vania might have gotten lucky the first time, but everyone refused to believe she could be so lucky as to hit a ten-ring the second time in a row. They all gaped at her in surprise, wondering if she was a sorceress. There didn't seem to be any other explanation as to how her shot, which had looked like it was going curve and miss, veered straight and struck ten-ring instead.

Vania shrugged innocently and put her hands out as though to show she had not cheated. "I guess I really am on a lucky streak."

April was in a daze as he gave her a thumbs-up. "Lucky streak? You're on a roll!" He would never have believed this if he hadn't been here to witness it himself.

Bryan rubbed his hands together and said to her, "Vania, maybe you could give me some of that luck since you clearly have so much of it." That way, I could beat Hanson and Thomas! Hah! What a bright idea.

However, this earned him a glare from Liam, who thought Bryan was trying to cut corners. "If only you could be enthusiastic about something else other than cheating, you might amount to something. But I have to admit, Vania is a great shot." Liam approved of her talent and her display of gunmanship.

Even Thomas, who hardly ever praised anyone, doled out a compliment to Vania, "You could be a pro if you train with our team."

Upon hearing her own brother praise Vania, Yvonne scoffed and pointed out angrily, "She can't be so lucky all the time! She could die on the battlefield."

Vania nodded. "That's true. Come on, Miss Kepler. It's your turn to show us how the pros do it."

Yvonne's thoughts were clamoring, and she could not drown out the exasperation in her. In the end, she missed her shot for the third round.

Thomas pointed out impassively, "You wouldn't have missed it if you had just calmed down instead of firing on impulse."

Yvonne paled. Missing a shot would lower her probability of winning, and the more she tried to calm down, the more anxious she became.

Right now, everyone waited with bated breath for Vania's third shot. They stared unblinkingly at the way she handled her gun, wanting to see just how she had managed to score her previous two ten-rings. However, they were incredulous when they saw that her aim was off, the barrel of the gun was pointing to the side instead of the target board, and she looked like she had never handled a gun before this. There was no way she could make the shot.

But she did, and this time, it was another ten-ring.

T-That's brilliant… The men would have given her a standing ovation if they could. Luck might be a fickle thing, but Vania had turned it into a skill of her own, if not her secret to winning.

Yvonne, on the other hand, frowned as she was baffled after seeing how Vania executed that shot.

The following four shots from Vania were also ten-rings, and Yvonne grew even more unsettled. She narrowed her eyes, thinking that she had been tricked by Vania, and asked aloud, "Are you sure this is your first time shooting?"

Vania nodded, her eyes wide and earnest. "You can ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you I've never been on a shooting range before this. Though, it's kind of fun; I think I'm starting to like this game." She held up her gun and inspected it lovingly.

Not at all believing a word Vania said, Yvonne countered, "So, how is it that you've managed to get a ten-ring every single time?" Without fail, might I add. I don't think Thomas or Hanson have ever shown such precision either. I probably won't be able to do what she did regardless of how well my aim is.

"I mean, it's not like I won the game with a perfect score. We're not even done with the game yet, are we? Maybe my luck stops here, and I end up missing my shots for the last three rounds."