The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 More Impressive Than Maren

“He hit the target, didn’t he?” A contestant from Silverbrook Military Academy spoke up, frustration clear in his

voice.

Matthew might have been the winner last time, but that didn’t mean he could go around acting all high and

mighty.

The rest looked just as confused.

Even Wilbur and Nadia, standing among the spectators, had clearly thought the shot was flawless. It struck the tennis ball cleanly.

“You really think that’s impressive?” Matthew asked, brows arched. “These tennis balls are launched in rapid succession. The second one’s already on its way the moment the first leaves the barrel. A real sharpshooter doesn’t wait for the ball to reach its highest point. By then, its movement slows, making it easier to hit. He waited. That hesitation? That’s a sign of poor skill.”

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Silverbrook Military Academy’s competitors bristled at his words. “That’s ridiculous! When the ball hits its peak, it practically lingers in the air for a second–like turning a moving target into a stationary one. Doesn’t that show mastery, not weakness?”

“Exactly! They make a good argument. This clearly shows their skill in using technique to its fullest. It’s proof of smart strategy!”

Students from other military academies quickly supported the argument.

“It just shows how shallow your understanding really is. That’s your ceiling. You might as well pack it up and head home.” Matthew let out a short laugh, clearly unimpressed. He didn’t bother to argue further.

The crowd only grew more bewildered. Were they really wrong?

Just then, one of Matthew’s teammates stepped forward to offer an explanation. “When it comes to hitting a

moving target, it’s all about understanding motion and predicting trajectories. You track its path, anticipate its movement, and–fire accordingly.”

“That makes sense,” someone in the crowd replied. “But didn’t he already do that? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have nailed the first shot so perfectly.”

The crowd couldn’t quite grasp what the real problem was.

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“He did watch the trajectory, but far too slowly. Like Matthew said, once the first ball hits its peak, the second one’s already climbing. This guy wasted–too much time staring at that first ball, barely managing to hit it when its movement stalled at the top. But once he switched to the second target, he didn’t have time to track it properly. How could he possibly land a clean shot like that?” the student explained, his tone patient as he

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broke down the mistake for the crowd.

The explanation clicked instantly with the crowd

“Exactly. One misstep throws everything off. It’s not just about missing the second shot; he’ll lose control of the entire sequence,” Matthew chimed in.

Before anyone had a chance to respond, the contestant from Silverbrook Military Academy missed the second shot completely, failing to lock onto the target in time.

Worse still, the moment that shot failed, panic set in.

Frantic to recover, he fired three more times in rapid succession, but none of those shots hit their mark either.

Above him, the third tennis ball was already soaring through the air, and panic took over him completely.

The fourth followed right after. Then the fifth.

The second and third balls dropped uselessly to the ground as the student scrambled to keep up, firing blindly in desperation.

But with multiple targets soaring overhead and panic clouding his judgment, he couldn’t keep up. His final shot missed completely.

Out of ten tennis balls, he’d only managed to score once.

“Silverbrook Military Academy is an absolute joke! I thought he was a sharpshooter after that first hit!”

“Right? This is killing me. I’m going to be laughing about this all year!”

“Get off the field already! Stop embarrassing yourselves! This is what passes for skill? How did they even get into this competition?”

Laughter burst from the crowd, sharp and merciless.

“How did it end up like this?” On the field, the student stood frozen, devastated by his own failure. It was clear

this was his first experience on such a big stage and the humiliation hit hard.

Crushed by the jeers and relentless calls for him to step down, he had no choice but to retreat in defeat.

“Ha! No wonder he’s the last champion.”

Back in the waiting area, the other competitors had watched Matthew’s prediction unfold exactly as he’d said. Their initial disbelief had turned into genuine respect.

What looked like a golden opportunity–firing when the ball reached its highest point–had actually been a well