Animism

Too difficult.

After intense concentration for an unknown amount of time, the girl couldn't help but drop a drop of cold sweat from her forehead.

After vetoing the several calculation methods preset in her heart, Layla felt a sense of frustration in her heart. Which ghost designed the route of this target, and she couldn't figure it out at all!

This unscientific!

As long as it was the operation of the machine, there must be a certain logic behind it.

Even if a random algorithm was used, the internal formula could definitely be calculated through observation and deduction.

What could it be? She had obviously tried all the most possible formulas, but none of them were right.

Was she going in the wrong direction? In fact, the deduction could be successful by changing the way of thinking?

‘How did Teacher Moge and Gino do it?’

Leaving aside Teacher Moge, how could Gino, who had only just learned a class, be able to hit it with one blow?

Because he was better at calculation and with actual training for years than herself?

Layla overturned this conjecture almost as soon as the idea appeared.

It's not that she was proud, but that calculations and other things required more accumulation than talent.

Layla did not believe that after two lifetimes of accumulation, she could still be defeated by a brat at what she was best at.

What could be the reason? What was the problem that data could not solve...

Layla couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Problems that data can't solve...data...

data!

The exhortation from her grandfather in her previous life suddenly sounded in her ears:

"Little Layla, grandpa knows that you are the best at calculation, and you always want to use data to solve everything. But there are some things that cannot be solved. Everything has animism, but data does not. For example, shooting, Sometimes perception is more important than data, you give the arrow a soul, and it will find its prey."

At that time, she was setting the angle according to the result of her calculation, and raised her hand to shoot an arrow at the target.

Right in the center of the circle. 

Hearing what her grandpa said, she turned her head in confusion, and pointed at the arrow that was exactly the same as the center of the circle: “That…?”

She casually pointed to the pigeon on the opposite roof, “Did you shoot that pigeon? Then I’ll try too.”

The girl adjusted the angle and drew the bow calmly.    

The arrow pierced through the tree, startling two or three flying birds, and then pierced fiercely into the thumping pigeons... the roof next to it.    

Layla couldn't believe it when she saw that one blow was not possible, she actually made a mistake in her calculation, why did the pigeon temporarily change its flight direction?   

"I'll try again, this time it will definitely work!" The girl puffed up her cheeks, squinted her eyes, and aimed at it again.    

However, this time it only brushed over the pigeon's sky, and didn't even knock down a single feather.    

Layla: "...Come again!"    

After repeated times, even the pigeon became a little impatient, and she still missed.    

Seeing this, Grandpa happily said, "Do you understand?"    

"...I don't understand." The girl turned her head, how could her calculation fail.    

"Hehehe," the old man smiled and took the bow and arrow from her, "Watch carefully."

The moment he took the bow and arrow, her grandpa's momentum changed, his eyes suddenly became sharp, he pulled the bow and took aim with the arrow.

Hoo—

The arrow passed through the tree, so fast that it didn't startle the sound of branches and leaves clashing.

Then, just like countless times before, the fat pigeon felt the change in the airflow and took off instantly.

It fluttered its wings, and its small eyes shone with contempt, as if to say: ‘Dude, come again, give up human beings, you can't hit me’.

However, in the next second, it seemed to take the initiative to meet the arrow -

Poof—

The arrow pierced deeply into its body. The fat pigeon fell heavily, its feathers mixed with blood and scattered all over the ground.

"..."

Looking at the girl's speechless expression, the old man smiled proudly: "Now I understand, as long as you give the bow and arrow a soul and let it have perception, it will find its prey by itself."

Layla: " ..."

Seeing that his granddaughter seemed to be overwhelmed with admiration, the old man was even more complacent: "Is grandpa very amazing..."

"Old bastard, you are going to die! Why are you murdering my pigeons?!" A voice  suddenly interrupted the boasting words of the old man.

He turned his head and saw that it was the fat lady of the neighborhood committee who found out that her pigeons had been killed, angrily came out of the door holding an iron pot, and was going to have a showdown with the murderer.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man quickly grabbed the little girl's collar, greased his feet and ran home, while running, he said, "Why didn't you tell me that the pigeon belonged to your fat aunt?"

"Because I was thinking about another problem. "

"What's the problem?"

"I don't hunt, so why do I need to learn how to give life to bows and arrows?" Layla rolled her eyes, confidently said, "Anyway, calculations can solve immovable targets, so that's fine."

...

When Layla fell into her own thoughts, the others didn't know about it. They could only see that the girl had maintained the same posture for several times. It's been a minute, with a dignified expression, as if he is solving some big problem.

The students in the auxiliary department couldn’t help but voiced out their comforting words: “Miss, don’t be too stressed!”

“That’s right, it’s the first time you’re learning, people never become good at it.

“The grades are not good, and the teacher also said that it doesn’t matter if you shoot or not.”

“Hey, you can’t say that.” Hearing this, Gino’s little follower lost his temper, “Who says everyone’s grades are not good? My Bro is close to the tenth ring, and not much different from Teacher Moge..."

Seeing Qin Moge's cold eyes coming over, the little follower immediately closed his mouth. ‘Oops, overblown.’

However, this does not prevent the students from the mecha department from continuing to mock Layla whom they despised earlier: "Admit it, you are not as good as us in terms of combat. Even Miss Layla feels that it is difficult, and she hesitates to shoot."

"Ah-huh! So coward and she is just afraid that her shooting grades are terrible. She can't even touch the target."

"What's the use of running fast, what's the use of being fast in assembly, can't these all be achieved by hard work?”