Mated at First Sight
Chapter 930 - 611: Mu Lin, Whose Every Move Always Shocks Others

Chapter 930: Chapter 611: Mu Lin, Whose Every Move Always Shocks Others

"He said, ’Did I sell his mom?’" Back then, he had the look on his face as if he was ready to fight to the death, "And then I’m planning to remarry and make him a poor, unloved child."

He sighed. Did he really look like a human trafficker? He could even sell his own wife! Also, "Linlin, where on earth does our son hear all this stuff?"

I really don’t know what goes on in that little guy’s head; look at him, in the evening refusing to let go of his sister and keeping her close while sleeping.

But this protective nature is like the people of our Jing family.

Jing Chen sighed. He really wanted to know what kind of image he had in his son’s eyes and heart.

Hearing Jing Chen’s words, Mu Lin couldn’t help but laugh, "It’s your fault for not being nicer to him." You only have eyes and arms for your daughter, blind to your son. So biased towards girls that even the old man feels ashamed.

In the family, the two kids, Xiaoyue likes to stick with Jing Chen, and Nuonuo prefers to stick with Mu Lin. Of course, sometimes Xiaoyue would stick to Mu Lin too, but Nuonuo would never cling to Jing Chen and even holds quite a dislike for him—a dislike that couldn’t be stronger. Probably in his heart, Jing Chen is nothing more than a person competing with him for his mom.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly. "Yueyue is more like you." The old man’s reasoning, always so childish and straightforward, yet it moved Mu Lin’s heart in an inexplicable way, though the feeling was always tinged with a sense of helplessness.

It was just a simple sentence, yet it always managed to stir her peaceful and undisturbed heart.

"Be a bit nicer to Nuonuo next time," Mu Lin teased him with a smile; otherwise, be careful he grows up the same way, and then you’ll be the one regretting it.

Jing Chen: "I’ll try my best." His manner was utterly...troubled; as for regretting such trivial matters, that’s not important.

Mu Lin sighed.

After that, they chatted a bit more about the day’s events and the conflict between the Special Forces and themselves. Jing Chen didn’t expect that a simple competition would lead to so much trivial drama; if it weren’t for his mission, he would have definitely accompanied them this time.

However, Jing Chen still expressed his unwavering support for Mu Lin’s actions.

If it were him, he thought his choices would be the same as Mu Lin’s.

The people of Ying Sun don’t get bullied easily.

The next day, everyone gathered, and the last contest of the day, which was also the simplest and most common contest, was gun assembly and marksmanship.

It wasn’t about one-on-one contests; it was about which country was the fastest and most accurate on the day. This final contest was really just a friendly bonus match—not so important, but still felt essential.

However, it’s said that the final contest isn’t always the same; whether you’ll encounter something you’re familiar with depends on your luck.

Standing by Mu Lin’s side, Jing Youlan asked, "Sister-in-law, do you think they will decide not to apologize in the end?" After all, these people care so much about their face.

Listening to Jing Youlan’s words, Mu Lin replied with a hint of smile, "If they think their face is more important than their teammates, we can’t stop them, can we?" They had been given a chance, and the choice was not for them to influence.

"Yeah," Jing Youlan nodded thoughtfully.

"Youlan, don’t forget one thing, the deadline I gave them hasn’t come yet; and besides...there’s still one day left, no need to rush." It’s not them who should be anxious, right?

They had one chance before the contests ended, and another after; generally speaking, if it were her, she would choose the latter.

Because right now, the contest is the main thing. Once it’s over, then we can talk about other things.

Jing Chen nodded, then refocused his attention on the last day of the contests without asking further.

For the final day’s event, each team only needed to send one person to compete. Since it was a friendly match, a gesture was enough; it basically came down to one round to decide win or lose.

When it comes to marksmanship, everyone among them was good, but the person with the fastest assembly and best shooting was Mu Lin.

The only one who could match Mu Lin was Jing Chen, and the only one who could be compared to Jing Chen was also Mu Lin. When these two are together, they are simply unbeatable, an invincible match made in heaven, thrilling...them! In every aspect.

Over the years, this couple has become a myth within the military, truly awe-inspiring! Both husband and wife have become targets for others to aim for.

Because of Mu Lin, many have become very interested in the knowledge of Chinese Medicine.

A gun is a soldier’s "second life," especially for the countless single dogs in the military; it is their most prized "wife," the partner for their complaints and tears, something they cannot do without.

The contest consisted of three rounds in total, with three groups per round, and the last round having two groups. There were seventeen countries participating this time; their assigned position was neither at the front nor the back but snugly in the middle, but it seemed to be just in front of them.

The order of appearance was determined by drawing lots.

The previous contests had already gone through two rounds, with the best time being eighteen seconds, and the best score being fifty rings, which is a full score.

With a total of five bullets, hitting the bullseye with each bullet counts for ten rings.

"Sister-in-law, are you nervous?" Jing Youlan felt nervous just watching from below, even though he’s not the one competing.

Eighteen seconds, he needed at least nineteen seconds to assemble a sniper rifle, one second more than him; no, he really needed to buckle down and practice when he got back, it was too embarrassing.

Jing Youlan wasn’t bad with a gun, but he couldn’t match Yue Qiao’s assembly speed, a fact that never ceased to needle him, albeit he still couldn’t surpass the man.

As he improved by a second, Yue Qiao sometimes advanced by two, and so, in this chase, young master Jing was deeply hurt and never looked back.

"Do I look very nervous?" Hearing Jing Youlan’s words, Mu Lin cast a side glance at him, "I think you look more nervous than I do."

"Sister-in-law, his hands are shaking." San Qiu betrayed him, Jing Youlan gave him a look, and people from Ying Sun chuckled covertly.

This kid, why the unnecessary nerves!

Jing Youlan: "Sister-in-law, I’m just getting nervous for you." He tried hard to recover his lost face, but alas, as soon as he finished speaking, he was rebutted again, "Come off it, sister-in-law doesn’t even know what nerves are, and she needs you to get nervous for her!" Continuing with his act.

Jing Youlan ground his teeth: "If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute." Really, such a talker, such a harmful friend.

Everyone pursed their lips, a smile breaking out.

To tell the truth, even brimming with confidence, they would still... still feel nervous! Really more nervous than during their own competitions. They hadn’t felt this nervous last time.

Ling Qi looked at the group, chuckling softly; he remembered when he used to participate, they did the same kind of bickering and fooling around, including himself, Jing Chen, and that person from the Xue Family, as well as the other three people who were no longer in the army, whom he hadn’t seen for many years.

Watching Jing Youlan and the others, Ling Qi couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, missing his comrades from several years ago.

A few minutes later, the third group had finished their competition. The best score was fifteen seconds, also with a perfect fifty-point bullseye.

Their good scores added even more pressure to the participants that followed.

Finally, it was Mu Lin’s turn.

When Mu Lin’s figure appeared on stage, several curious and unfathomable gazes immediately shot towards her from below.

They had already witnessed Mu Lin’s dexterity, and now here she was, participating in the final event. It couldn’t be that her shooting was as formidable as her agility, could it?

If that were indeed the case, they really had to suspect their own worthlessness, being bested in every aspect by such a woman.

Moreover, they had heard that she was actually a military doctor, a highly skilled one at that.

Mu Lin’s medical skill was witnessed by representatives of various countries just the day before, effortlessly resolving issues even the military doctors couldn’t handle, and the previous day, she had been ruthless and merciless in her actions.

She was a considerably dangerous woman.

Now, watching this woman, they inexplicably felt an urge to sigh.

On stage, she bowed her head and checked all the parts of the sniper rifle in front of her, everything was in order.

After the third group finished their inspection, the referee announced the start, and all three participants moved simultaneously, and everyone watching below was on edge, including those from Ying Sun.

Although they believed in Mu Lin, they still felt nervous—so nervous they were almost flying.

Mu Lin’s hands moved fast, so fast that they blurred the vision of onlookers; the "click-click" sounds were enough to sense the speed under her hands. The referee was just standing beside Mu Lin, almost stunned by the speed of her hands.

Those small hands moved from the beginning to the end almost without a single moment’s pause, each step done without hesitation, even with a hint of ferocity, much like the way he had seen her move the previous day.

Snapping back to reality, the referee beside nonchalantly nodded.

Eventually, with two "click" sounds, Mu Lin announced, "Report, done!" The referee immediately hit the stopwatch, and before even taking a glance at it, saw Mu Lin already lifting the sniper rifle, not even resting it on the table to aim, but just raising it to target the five-hundred-meter-distant bullseye, squinting one eye and focusing through the sniper scope.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang." As soon as the first shot rang out, the succession was near-continuous, leaving the audience agape.

She was treating this like a game!

Next moment.

"Fifty points." The target announcer shouted from behind. Everyone was startled, but what shocked them even more was the next announcement: "All five bullets hit the same hole." And that hole seemed to have only enlarged a little bit.

What kind of marksmanship was this? It was the first time the target announcer had seen someone command a sniper rifle to such an extent.

This was a woman, right?

Mu Lin had been doubted countless times; does it really matter if she is a woman?