Mated at First Sight
Chapter 931 - 612: Who Else Is There! (Third Update)

Especially the person who had only scored fifty rings in fifteen seconds previously, he was now clenching his fists nervously.

He was waiting for the judge to announce Mu Lin’s score.

Just how many seconds was it?

Was it fifteen seconds, or... even less?

Not just him, even the members of Ying Sun were anxious.

Mu Lin, there’s no problem! Definitely no problem.

Swallowing the saliva that he had unconsciously gathered, anyone who said they weren’t nervous was lying.

Upon hearing the scorer’s report, the judge was slightly startled, his eyes upon Mu Lin filled with surprise, but it quickly turned into praise.

How formidable the younger generation is!

That seems to be the saying, right?

"Best score: ten seconds!" the judge announced loudly, "Fifty rings."

The people of Ying Sun were stunned, the next moment erupted into cheers.

Ten seconds! Ten seconds! Hahahaha... A full five seconds ahead, and furthermore, their sister-in-law’s shots were all right in the center of the target, the same spot every time. Who else has such marksmanship! Ahahahaha!

Who else!

Lifting their heads, looking at Mu Lin, the members of Ying Sun had faces of proud arrogance.

That was their sister-in-law! She was the divine military doctor of their Ying Sun Special Forces!

Who else! Ahahahaha! So excited they couldn’t contain themselves.

Giving the judge a polite nod, Mu Lin turned to leave but didn’t expect to be stopped.

"Please, wait a moment."

Mu Lin turned back, "Is there something else?" puzzled.

The judge smiled lightly, then once again spoke loudly, "Congratulations, you’ve broken the shortest record here."

What!

This time, it was not just shock but utter amazement!

Broken the record?!

Ling Qi looked toward Mu Lin, his lips curving slightly. Actually, when the judge had announced Mu Lin’s score, he had already had a hunch, and only now did he remember; truly, he had almost forgotten.

He remembered, back in the day, Jing Chen had also broken the record. What was his time again? For a moment, he actually couldn’t recall.

Ling Qi was also helpless.

"Broken the record?" Mu Lin looked towards the judge, her face showing almost no change. The judge indicated that this was only the second time in his many years he’d seen someone remain so calm after breaking a record.

And they were from the same country; thinking back to that young man from many years ago, he felt somewhat helpless.

Looking at Mu Lin, the judge smiled with a hint of helplessness, "Yes, broken the record. You’ve broken our record here, assembling in ten seconds."

Mu Lin raised an eyebrow, "How many seconds did the person before have?" now slightly curious.

"Eleven seconds." Although it was only a second difference, in their world where every second counts, a single second could decide victory or defeat.

Mu Lin’s lips curled, "Seems like it was a close victory." Just a second apart, it wasn’t a big deal.

Mu Lin remembered Ling Qi mentioning that Jing Chen had also come to participate in the competition here shortly after joining the unit, seemingly also with assembly shooting. She wondered what his time was.

Could it be... raising an eyebrow, Mu Lin suddenly felt like she had guessed something.

Then, she heard the judge continue, "Speaking of which, it’s quite remarkable. After so many years, the person to break the record again is one of your people."

As expected! Mu Lin felt she had guessed correctly, "May I ask, the name of the other person?"

"The name, ah." The judge slightly furrowed his brow, "I don’t quite remember that."

"Was it Jing Chen?" Mu Lin asked, a reminder. She could only think of her grandfather.

The judge: "Right, it seems that was the name, do you know him?" The judge sounded a bit surprised; Mu Lin felt that this judge seemed to have quite a good impression of Jing Chen.

Indeed, everyone favors the strong, don’t they?

Mu Lin nodded, "I know him." And very well, "He’s like a master to me." Although she hadn’t actually called him "Master."

But Jing Chen was truly her master in disassembling and assembling sniper rifles, and he was the one who taught Mu Lin how to do it quickly.

Like any other skill, one must be quick and accurate! And also composed—when you’re doing it, everything else around you is nothing but air.

Although Jing Chen had only taught him once, Mu Lin’s mind was exceptionally quick.

"So that’s how it is." No wonder, "the student surpasses the master." The referee looked at Mu Lin with a smile.

"Thank you." Mu Lin returned the smile faintly, nodded, then turned and walked a few steps forward, leaped down, and stood in front of Ling Qi.

Thumbs up across the board, "Sister-in-law." Indeed, she’s the most formidable! The only ones who could leave everyone in the venue dumbfounded were their Boss and their Sister-in-law.

Mu Lin curled her lip, "Don’t celebrate too soon, don’t forget, I still have several groups behind me." There’s always someone better, she might not win.

"You broke the record, Sister-in-law!" Sanqiu was excited about Mu Lin, his eyes full of thrill, "And just now, Colonel Ling has already told us, the record you broke was our Boss’s." Tsk, tsk, tsk... I wonder if the Boss will be happy to hear this good news? Happy? Happy? Or happy?

Hahaha...

"Just one second." Although Jing Chen’s time was not calculated, Mu Lin believed that if it were Jing Chen now, his speed would definitely be within ten seconds; so actually, it was not a big deal.

Mu Lin was indeed—very calm.

However, upon hearing Mu Lin’s words, Ling Qi just laughed, "Such a competition is decided by a mere second; here, one second is more important than any other time."

Everyone nodded in agreement, while Mu Lin smiled without saying a word.

Meanwhile, several people beside them looked at Mu Lin with complex expressions. At this moment, they simply had no time to be displeased because up next—it was their turn to be humiliated.

Especially that leader named Xi’er, his face all hard and reluctant, of course, anger was an indispensable emotion.

He did not want to lose face in front of so many people from different countries, but! The Instructor had spoken, he must apologize—as that woman demanded!

He clenched his fists.

This humiliation, he would find a chance to avenge! Intuition told him that they would definitely meet again after This Time, definitely! When that time came, he would make them regret it.

His eyes turned to Mu Lin, filled with suppressed anger.

Especially this woman, she was the real culprit.

Regrettably, even as he glared with anger to its extreme, Mu Lin did not even spare him a single indifferent glance.

A jumping clown, no need to pay heed.

In this world, there aren’t many people whom Mu Lin cares about; as for someone, they don’t have that kind of luck.

It wasn’t long before the competition ended, and the results were twelve seconds in second place, fifteen seconds in third; therefore, Mu Lin firmly won the honor of first place.

This final event seemed a bit too easy, especially since Previously... they had almost lost half their lives.

Then, it was time for the awarding of medals and trophies, individual and team, the ultimate victors of This Time’s competition.

As the host prepared to declare the end and dismissal, Mu Lin’s gaze faintly drifted toward a row of people, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted. Over there, their Instructor’s gaze was also resting on someone’s face, seeming to remind.

Withdrawing her gaze, Mu Lin no longer paid attention, simply playing with the trophy in her hand. However, although Mu Lin wasn’t paying attention, it didn’t mean Jing Youlan and the others weren’t. Their eyes were like X-ray machines, constantly scanning.

Over there.

"You intentionally sought this trouble, and thus you must shoulder the consequences alone! If you can’t even bear this much, then you don’t deserve to be a Special Forces Soldier!" Ruining a comrade’s life, such humiliation, one carries for a lifetime!

Walker’s words were essentially a threat.

Walker could somewhat understand Mu Lin’s actions, particularly knowing that Mu Lin and her group were from Ying Sun.

"I know, I will go up," said Xi’er coldly. Having said that, he walked slowly forward in front of everyone, with concerned looks from the others beside him, standing tall and straight with every step.

He reached the center of all the teams, with puzzled looks from everyone, he faced the hosting Leader and gave a crisp military salute, "Sir!" Then, gazed at him unblinkingly.

"What’s the matter?" The other party seemed puzzled.

"I have a small matter and was wondering if I could borrow a Moment or two of everyone’s time?" In truth, Xi’er wished that the person in front of him would refuse, giving him a reason to refute Mu Lin.

Then, the blame would no longer be his; if the higher-ups disagreed, he wanted to see what Mu Lin could do about it.

Unfortunately, fate does not bend to human wishes.

The Leader raised an eyebrow, but his gaze shifted to Walker, who stood up and saluted him back, his face painted with a hint of entreaty and apology, finally nodding, "Alright." After speaking, he even smiled and asked, "Do you need a microphone?"

This Leader seemed quite amiable.

Xi’er paused, then instinctively turned his head, looking in Mu Lin’s direction. When he saw her enigmatic half-smile hanging on her lips, he pursed his lips tighter, his eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of dark light fleeting through his pupils but quickly hidden, looking up at the Leader again, "Thank you." He then took the offered microphone, turned around, and looked across the seated Special Forces soldiers from various countries, took a deep breath, and finally began to speak.

"I’m truly sorry for wasting everyone’s precious two minutes over a personal matter." He paused, then continued.

"Today, I stand here because I want to apologize for something I did before." As Xi’er’s words fell, there was a murmur of confusion below; unexpectedly, at this grand finale, such a scene emerged out of nowhere.

He was actually apologizing to Mu Lin’s soldier in front of everyone, which was almost as surprising as the sun rising in the west.