In the spectator stands.
Qi Wanli's face was solemn, Yu Shuhua was also full of worry.
Qi Zhen took a deep breath and finally fired her second shot.
After shooting, she closed her eyes, not daring to look at the score for a moment.
Not until the crowd erupted into cheers.
Qi Zhen: 10.8 points!
"We won, we actually won! It's really 10.8 points!"
"That's so steady! Worthy of the National Team! Qi Zhen's group is definitely going to win! With Qi Zhen scoring 10.8, the group from A University needs at least one of them to shoot a perfect 10.9 again to win, and the other can't score lower than 10.8!"
"What if the group from A University manages two perfect shots again?"
"Are you dreaming? The odds of that are way too small!"
...
Qi Zhen suddenly opened her eyes, seeing her own score filled with joy.
Her partner excitedly high-fived her, "Senior sister! We won! You're amazing! One perfect score and a 10.8! Fortunately, I didn't drag you down this time!"