The word "stable" from Liu Jinzhong's mouth is already a very high evaluation.
Jiang Fuyue continued to look down.
Ten bullets, this person grabbed the hearts again and again, forcing the opponent to sweat profusely and his hands began to tremble.
at last-
"Old Yao, you lost."
"Yan Zhixing, have you changed from a mouse?" This is too good at "burrowing", grass...
"I would like to bet and admit defeat. I entrust you with the underwear of everyone in our dormitory for this month."
Lao Yao's face darkened.
Suddenly the audience burst into laughter.
"Huh? Uncle Liu is here—" Someone with sharp eyes spotted Liu Jinzhong.
A group of people came forward to say hello.
"Morning Uncle Liu."
"Do you want to personally supervise our training today?"
"..."
Talking all over the place, it can be seen that he has a good relationship with Liu Jinzhong.
Of course, some people also noticed that Jiang Fuyue's denim jacket and leggings are crisp and neat, with a peaked cap covering half of her face, full of mystery.
However, these are not the most important. The most important thing is the positions of her and Liu Jinzhong, who take a step forward as a matter of course, while Uncle Liu voluntarily lags behind by half a cent.
This is quite subtle.
Everyone couldn't help guessing her identity.
But Liu Jinzhong did not intend to tell.
At this time, the statistical results came out, Yan Zhixing had ten shots and ten rings, crushing Lao Yao with an absolute advantage.
"Well, I admit defeat, isn't it just a month or something? I'll accept everything!"
"Brother Yao is mighty!"
"This time I really spared no expense."
Yan Zhixing raised his eyebrows.
It is said that a man is a young man until he dies, not to mention that he is a young man in the first place, full of vigor.
Suddenly, "I'll play with you."
In an instant, all eyes fell on Jiang Fuyue.
Yan Zhixing also looked at her aboveboard.
a woman
Or a skinny woman with slender limbs who wants to "play" with him
Well!
If it weren't for such an occasion, he would have almost lost his mind.
"you?"
Jiang Fuyue stepped forward: "Why, don't you dare?"
Yan Zhixing sneered twice: "Me? Don't dare?" Then, his smile suddenly faded, "What international joke?"
Five minutes later, two figures stood straight in front of the two shooting platforms side by side.
The man is tall and tall, with broad shoulders, strong waist and narrow hips, and his eyes are like a torch at this moment.
The woman had slender limbs and a small waist that could not be grasped. She casually stood in front of the stage, soaring.
Yan Zhixing handed her the transparent mask.
Jiang Fuyue waved her hand: "I don't need it, thank you."
"Are you sure?" The recoil of the guy in his hand is not ordinary.
"let's start."
Yan Zhixing shrugged and retracted his mask. This woman is quite proud, isn't she
It's okay, let her know how great it is in a while!
"Shooting at the same time, or sequentially?"
Simultaneous shooting is just like the one he played with Lao Yao just now.
If they are arranged in sequence, they are still the same target, but there are certain risks in it.
If the person who goes up first hits the mark with ten shots, it is very likely that he will directly hit the bullseye.
The latter person "has no intention to fight" and can only admit defeat.
Yan Zhixing thought that the other party would choose to shoot together, but unexpectedly she chose first.
So here comes the problem—
"Who comes first?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Anything is fine."
The man laughed, this woman is not only arrogant, but also has mental problems, how dare she say such a thing after watching the match between him and Lao Yao
It's all right...
have to! Then he doesn't have to be polite: "Let me go first, don't say I bully you later."
Jiang Fuyue backed away with a smile, and gave him the entire shooting platform: "Please."
Yan Zhixing quickly assembled, then raised his hand, aimed, and fired ten shots in a row without any pause in between.
Standing beside him, Jiang Fuyue could clearly see every step he took, and couldn't help admiring him.
In the last shot, the bullseye was already scorched black, and white smoke came out unexpectedly, and a big hole was burned out, leaving only a red edge line.
"I rely on—Brother Yan is amazing!"
"Ten hits directly destroy the target."
"It seems that Lao Yao deservedly lost."
"No... the bull's-eye is hollow, what else is there to win? It's a sure win!"
"Uh! Are we a bit of a bully? What about the little girl Jiao Didi..."
"Brother, don't turn your elbows out, don't forget that we are all Brother Yan's people!"
"Yes Yes Yes… "
"Is the beauty going to cry?"
"Ah! Can't see it, the brim of the hat is blocking it."
"Hey, how did she get up there? Is it really a comparison? Hit the air?"
I saw Jiang Fuyue walking to the front of the stage, facing the target that had already been pierced by ten shots.
Yan Zhixing wiped his hands and shrugged provocatively: "Oh! I'm really sorry, I'm a bit ruthless."
Jiang Fuyue's tone was calm: "It's okay."
Yan Zhixing: "?"
Where did Miss Ao come from? Don't shed tears without seeing the coffin
"Okay, then please." He raised his hand.
Jiang Fuyue was not polite, she walked straight to the stage and lowered her head to assemble.
Her speed was very fast, and at the same time, she also had a sense of beauty. I saw the snow-white slender fingers brushing across the barrel of the gun, and then to the clip.
I saw her turn sideways slightly, but she didn't aim, bang bang bang—
Ring ten times!
"No... is she really fighting? The bull's-eye is gone."
"Could it be that it's just a pose? As the saying goes, you don't lose if you lose!"
Just after this sentence was finished, there was a sound.
"Damn! It's really a hit!"
"What's the situation? Have you seen it clearly?"
"It's so fast, it feels faster than Brother Yan!"
"real or fake?"
"Why didn't I see her aim?"
"You're not alone, and I didn't see it either."
"Scrambled?"
"Hard to say!"
"Wait for the chute to deliver the target, and you will see the result."
"..."
Jiang Fuyue finished, turned and stepped down.
Just when the chute started to run, the target was sent to everyone from far to near, "How is it? What's the result?"
Suddenly, there was a sound of gasping.
"Hiss! Can you still do this?"
"I see, I see..."
"This is the real master!"
Yan Zhixing stood a little far away, and he didn't see the target immediately. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard the discussion around him.
The opponent's ten shots just happened to hit the little red edge of the bull's-eye, one more point would miss, and one less point would miss, but it just so damn well!
this…
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang Fuyue, with scrutiny and fear in his eyes.
To this, Jiang Fuyue only hooked her lips in response.
Yan Zhixing's complexion changed slightly.
He went to see Liu Jinzhong again, wanting to ask him what his background was.
But the latter half-closed his eyelids and didn't give any response.
At this time, everyone has already discussed-
"She doesn't wear a mask?"
"Yes, directly, with only earplugs on."
"The recoil is absolutely under control."
"I almost suspected that the little arm was going to be broken just now, and it was bloody and bloody, but it turned out that there was nothing wrong with it, and it was as stable as Mount Tai."
"By the way, what's the background of this girl? Is it a new coach?"
Camp A also has female coaches, who are not only beautiful and in good shape, but also very capable.
"I don't know, I have to ask Uncle Liu."
"Who are you going to ask?"
"Why push me? I'm going to go to you, I'm not going to show up!"
Everyone began to speculate about Jiang Fuyue's identity.
It wasn't until she and Liu Jinzhong left that she couldn't come up with a definite answer.
"Just, leave like this?"
"Hey, I don't understand now... what's going on?"
"Hehe..." Lao Yao leaned forward and grabbed Yan Zhixing's shoulder, "Brother, look at this, I lose once, and you lose once, or you can save yourself by washing... or something?"
Yan Zhixing turned to look at him, with a smirk on his face: "It's two different things to think well."
"Hey! You lost this too, why don't you see any punishment?"
"If you don't talk about it beforehand, then you won't be punished."
"Huh? No one like you..."
"Okay, let's go, it's almost time, it's time to go back to the training ground."
Everyone dispersed.
Originally thought this was just a small episode, but no one took it to heart.
But after training at noon—
"Yan Zhixing! Come out and find Uncle Liu!"
"Okay." Yan Zhixing took off his sweaty vest, and took a clean one to put on.
After leaving the dormitory, a battery car specially picked up stopped at the door.
Lao Yao was already sitting in the car, waving at him.
Yan Zhixing sat still, and the car slowly drove across the lawn towards a small white building.
Lao Yao: "Uncle Liu looking for?"
Yan Zhixing nodded: "Well, what about you?"
"Me too! What do you think this suddenly came to us? You won't be punished for what happened at the shooting range in the morning?"
"have no idea."
Soon, the car stopped.
The two came down, entered the building, and pushed open the door of one of the rooms.
"Uncle Liu—"
The two of them lowered their eyes and shouted respectfully.
"Well. I'm looking for you today mainly..."
As Liu Jinzhong said, they listened, but at the same time couldn't help raising their eyes and looking behind the desk.
Suddenly, his eyes froze.
It was not Liu Jinzhong who sat on the office chair, but a young girl.
And Liu Jinzhong could only stand behind her with respectful eyes, just like the two of them.
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One watch, three thousand words.
The second watch is around 9:30, pay attention to the left and right, it may not be very accurate, but it will not be too bad~