Free Shooting Range.

Baili Pangpang, donning blast-proof goggles and earmuffs, raised his pistol, squinting slightly. His usually unserious chubby face was etched with rare seriousness as he pulled the trigger repeatedly.

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Three shots rang out in succession, bullets almost simultaneously hitting the bullseye of a target two hundred meters away. Baili Pangpang's lips curled up slightly.

"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings!"

The electronic range announced, and Baili Pangpang, quite smugly, blew on the barrel of the gun before removing his earmuffs and stretching languidly.

"Ah... shooting practice? Piece of cake~"

He walked over to a nearby chair, sat down, guzzled some water, and leisurely crossed his legs.

After two months of adjustment, he had gotten used to the mental currents from his wristwatch—at least he wasn't flipping backward for no reason anymore. Still, those early days had taken their toll, slimming him down considerably.

Who could endure suddenly flipping backward just as they were about to fall asleep?

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