Target Practice Every Day: I'm an Ordinary College Student

[Urban Life + Devoted Older Brother + University Life]

For most wage slaves, an eight a.m. class means signing in. For Kang Zhe, it means getting hauled out of bed by the little System and made to face a firing squad. Half-asleep, Kang Zhe suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his forehead, as if something had forced its way inside. Dazed, he realized all five of his limbs were tied to a gigantic target. Yes, you read that right. What kind of freak was this? Even Kun Kun was tied up.

“Do you know what ‘Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk’ means?” A little girl in a purple dress, dreamlike in appearance, pressed a gigantic Desert Eagle beneath Kang Zhe’s chin. Her babyish voice did nothing to calm him; it only made him more nervous. His mind went blank. “What thing?”

“Wrong answer. Looks like you’ll have to be used for target practice! What a shame!” The purple-clad little girl gazed at him with pity. She stroked her rosy forehead with one hand while lowering an anime-style Desert Eagle from Kang Zhe’s chest.

“Give me another chance!” Kang Zhe still had no idea what was going on, but the cold, unmistakably real sensation told him the gun seemed genuine. Breaking into a cold sweat, he suddenly remembered someone from his past.