My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 261



Thirsty? I see you still have the energy to flirt with a female

celebrity?”

That was a taunt. Orion wasn’t interested in him, but he was into Xanthea.

His water was gone, and the spark of romance that had barely started with Xanthea was snuffed out. Oh, the tragedy!

Xanthea: … Really?”

Nelson, against his better judgment, nodded.

A loud buzzer sounded.

“Time’s up, folks! Everyone, gather up and jog to the west side of the field for the second round of assessments!”

As you can see, we’re at the outdoor shooting range. Our next assessment? Shooting!”

“Here are the rules: each trainee gets three shots. We’ll add up the scores from each round, and the person with the highest total gets two points, the lowest gets none, and everyone else gets one point.”

As soon as the rules were announced, Martin couldn’t contain his excitement. “Shooting’s my thing! When I’m not swimming, I’m probably at the shooting range.”

“Shooting?” Rachel frowned, “I’ve never even held a gun. What if I miss completely?”

Martin smirked, “It’s rare for girls to be into shooting, but don’t worry, there’s not much competition.”

Olivia tilted her chin up slightly, “I might have you beat. I starred in a shooting–themed TV show and got trained by a pro.”

Isabella wanted to compete but was hardly familiar with guns, having only shot a few times at corporate team–building events.

“If you’re not sure about shooting, ask one of the instructors. We can show you how,” William suggested.

“Really?”

Soon, Isabella Rachel, and even the previously boastful Olivia crowded around Mr. Lockwood, eager for help.

“Mr. Lockwood, could you give us a demo?”

“Mr. Lockwood, it’s been a while, I don’t quite remember how to aim. Could you demonstrate first?”

Xanthea watched the crowd assemble, knowing she’d be too late to get a good spot.

Orion caught her eye. She turned her head away with a barely audible “hmpf,” thinking about how flirty and flashy he was!

Orion picked up a handgun with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Stand facing the target, feet shoulder– width apart. Keep your balance on

the balls of your feet and lock your ankles. Look naturally forward, pull your shoulder blades slightly towards your torso, and fire.”

He actually demonstrated, even giving personal instructions. It was like a peacock showing off its feathers!

He knew the girls were all there for him, not really for the shooting!

Bang-! As he explained, the simulation bullet hit the center of the target.

“Wow! Mr. Lockwood is so cool!”

“Bullseye!”

Cheers erupted both at the scene and on the live chat, but Xanthea couldn’t muster a smile.

“Xanthea.”

She was suddenly called out but didn’t want to respond.

“Need me to demonstrate again? I can give you a one–on–one lesson.”

The comments started flying:

[Here he goes again, this guy with his classic catchphrase “Xanthea“!]

[A one–on–one lesson? I bet he just wants an excuse to get handsy with our Xan!

[I bet he just wanted to show off in front of Xanthea. Oranthea is just too shippable!]

Teach her?

Xanthea scoffed:

She picked up the handgun in front of her loaded the magazine, pulled the trigger, aimed at the target, and fired three consecutive shotsPlease check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

with her right hand-“Bang, bang, bang!” Her movements were crisp and elegant, a perfect display of skill.


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