Daisy felt a headache coming on. Neither her past self nor her previous body liked to study, but in this world, not studying was not an option.
Almost everyone who did well in this world had a high education. Iron Man, Hulk, Professor X, Mister Fantastic—every single one of them was either a doctor or a professor. Even Black Panther, with nothing better to do, earned a Ph.D. in physics from Oxford University.
The same went for villains: Doctor Doom, Doctor Octopus, and even Madame Gao, who had just been driven away, claimed to speak "all" languages. They were all academic overachievers.
Daisy's powers were severely underdeveloped due to her limited knowledge. Initially, she only wanted to study science, but then she saw that many skills like disguise, hand-to-hand combat, electronic device usage, and even her proficient hacking techniques were on the study list. It seemed a shame to give up on these skills that couldn't be learned elsewhere.
The staff knew she was new and handed her several study plans, like a menu of packages, with courses categorized by different specializations. Daisy scanned them briefly; there were at least fifty total courses!
It was as if two little people were fighting in her mind. One told her to just learn a little and then rely on her powers to conquer the world. The other reminded her how dangerous the future was, saying that the knowledge she was learning now might save her life someday.
After much thought, she asked Sharon a question: "Do you feel a lot of pressure studying so many courses at once?"
Sharon seemed surprised by Daisy's ambition. She had been trained since childhood and knew her future path clearly. Under the guidance of her elders, she had always been nurtured according to the most optimal plan, which was clearly different from Daisy, who was a late bloomer. Sharon could take all the courses because she had a strong foundation, but it was hard to say for others.
Realizing her previous words might have been misleading, she thought for a moment before explaining, "The pressure would definitely be immense. You have to judge based on your actual situation, and the tuition fees will also be very high."
Sharon noticed Daisy wasn't wearing makeup or jewelry and assumed her financial situation wasn't great, so she used money as an excuse to try and dissuade her.
Though she had spent her days eating, drinking, and having fun, Daisy was actually very poor. As one of the invisible poor, she was certainly not affluent.
However, Nick Fury had stated that all tuition fees would be waived this time, and she felt his promise as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was credible. While pretty women's words couldn't be trusted, the Director clearly didn't fall into that category.
With no financial pressure, her only concern was whether she could handle so many courses.
Finally, she made up her mind, handed over her student card, and declared, "I'm enrolling in all of these courses."
On the way back to their room, Sharon felt a little embarrassed, as if she had led someone astray.
"How are your shooting and combat skills? If they're both up to par, you can reduce the general education portion and focus your energy on specialized courses," the blonde beauty suggested.
Daisy was a little surprised; she hadn't realized there were general and specialized courses here.
She didn't want to brag about taking down three enemies with four bullets, so she modestly said her skills were just average.
Sharon was skeptical. Women were naturally weaker in firearms and combat, and unlike Sharon's Amazonian physique, Daisy didn't seem to have much strength.
Wanting to help her new neighbor face reality, she insisted on dragging Daisy to the underground shooting range.
Huh? Daisy looked at the cafeteria around the corner, but instead, she had to take the elevator to the underground to practice shooting. She wanted to cry.
To avoid being labeled a glutton, she could only follow Sharon, feeling dejected.
At the same time, she secretly grumbled that these foreigners were too bad at socializing. How pleasant it would be to talk at the dinner table, but they insisted on going to the shooting range to bond… Still, she couldn't refuse their good intentions, so she endured her hunger and followed her to the shooting range.
"What kind of pistol are you good with?" Sharon asked.
Without the problem of recoil, Daisy could use any gun; even a large-caliber revolver was fine.
However, there was no need to display her powers at the moment. She chose a 9mm Glock 17, a gun generally more suitable for women.
But seeing the pistol, she also realized she should get her own exclusive sidearm; the 92F she had stolen from the gang earlier was really just average in performance.
Large-caliber weapons always made one's blood boil. Harley Quinn's Chiappa Rhino revolver in DC was very cool; she should find a chance to modify one herself.
While she was picking a gun, Sharon had already put on her glasses and ear protection, found a shooting lane, and fired ten shots at the target with a "bang, bang."
All ten shots hit the bullseye.
"Amazing!" Daisy's exclamation was heartfelt. This was the result of diligent practice.
However, she wasn't intimidated. She also put on her protective gear and stood at the shooting lane. Time seemed to rewind to the beginning of her transmigration, to her days of practicing at the gun range.
Without using her powers, she held the gun with both hands, aimed at the target, and fired ten consecutive shots, all hitting the bullseye.
Miss Carter was a little surprised. Could any random student here have such sharp marksmanship?
But it was just a small surprise. Agents generally had good marksmanship; even support staff focused on experiments could fire a few shots when faced with combat.
"Want to try the moving targets?" she asked in a normal tone.
Daisy really wanted to say, "Let's go eat," but she still picked up the gun under the other party's eager gaze.
She glanced around with her peripheral vision. Not many people were training, but almost all of them were hitting the bullseye every time. Unless she made the bullets curve, she couldn't do anything too out of the ordinary.
"Alright," she agreed calmly.
It was a fairly common mode: targets representing criminals and hostages would pop up periodically. However, unlike a regular shooting range, they didn't move at a steady, predictable speed. Instead, they moved erratically, controlled by some computer program.
Several targets would accelerate and decelerate without warning, and sometimes the hostage target would even run in front of the criminal.
Sharon demonstrated again. Who knew how many times she had practiced this? She skillfully took down ten criminals and easily passed the challenge.
But for Daisy, who was self-taught, it was much harder. Fortunately, her overall physical abilities were superior to the average person, and her reaction time compensated for her lack of experience. With ten gunshots, she also took down ten criminals.
At this point, Sharon Carter, the second-generation agent, finally realized that her neighbor was no ordinary person. Daisy hadn't mentioned such good marksmanship during her self-introduction. Were all ordinary New Yorkers this good at shooting? If so, there wouldn't be many ordinary people left in New York City.
Sharon believed Daisy was lying, at least partly. In her mind, her superiors had a deeper meaning behind arranging them together.
Actually, Daisy had thought of this problem long ago. The moment she heard Sharon Carter's name, she guessed the conclusion, which was also the main reason she stayed here, hungry, to accompany her in target practice