"What a nice smell..." Lin Qiye, who was in pain all over, staggered out of the training room. When he smelled the fragrance coming from the activity room, his dead eyes rekindled.
Wen Qimo's mouth curled up slightly, "It seems that the beating you received this morning was not in vain..."
Lin Qiye walked straight to the activity room. As soon as he pushed the door open, four pairs of resentful eyes swept over him at the same time.
"…" Lin Qiye felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, "What… happened?"
"Nothing, sit down and eat." Chen Muye glanced at him and said lightly.
"oh."
After Lin Qiye sat down, Hongying looked at Chen Muye with eyes wide open, looking indescribably pitiful.
"Let's eat." Finally, Chen Muye said the words that everyone had been waiting for for a long time.
Several people attacked one after another, like wolves that had been hungry for several days, their eyes turned red.
"Sister Hongying, are the meals for you night watchmen always this good?" Lin Qiye asked in a low voice, looking at the table full of food.
Hongying replied unhappily: "I don't want to talk to you now."
After Hongying finished speaking, she thought for a moment and added, "I'll talk to you after we finish eating!"
Lin Qiye: …
"Lin Qiye."
"Yes, Captain."
"Did you gain anything from today's training?"
"Yes, I gained a lot."
"Yeah." Chen Muye nodded, paused, and continued, "Does it hurt?"
"… kind of."
"Xiao Nan, help him treat it later."
Si Xiaonan pouted and nodded obediently, "Okay."
Chen Muye thought for a moment and added, "It doesn't have to be completely cured, as long as I can still be beaten tomorrow."
Lin Qiye: …
Snap!
Two pairs of chopsticks collided in the bone soup, making a slight sound.
The two pairs of chopsticks were stuck in a stalemate, holding the piece of meat, neither giving way to the other.
Hongying and Wu Xiangnan stared at each other in a stalemate, their eyes seemed to create a series of sparks in the air.
"Wu Xiangnan, I was the first one to set my eyes on this piece of meat." Hongying said with eyes wide open.
Wu Xiangnan said calmly: "I got it first."
"Let go."
"I won't let go."
"open!"
"No!"
Sizzle...
The sparks between the two became stronger and stronger.
At this moment, Leng Xuan, who was eating quietly with a low sense of presence, stared at the piece of meat and reached out to touch his waist...
He pulled out an MP5 submachine gun.
Put it on the table.
"Let go," he said calmly.
Hongying: …
Wu Xiangnan: …
Leng Xuan naturally stretched out his chopsticks, picked up the largest piece of meat, hesitated for a moment, and put it into Lin Qiye's bowl.
"You're new here. Eat more. We'll practice shooting later."
Leng Xuan said coldly as he put away his submachine gun.
"Ah? Oh... OK." Lin Qiye didn't react for a moment, and then stared blankly at Leng Xuan who was concentrating on eating...
Good guy,
What does it mean that a person is ruthless and doesn't talk much
This is what it means to be ruthless and not talkative!
"Leng Xuan, try not to draw your gun at the dinner table next time." Chen Muye reminded.
"If something goes wrong... the whole meal will be ruined."
Leng Xuan nodded, "Oh."
Hongying and Wu Xiangnan looked at each other, then lowered their heads and ate obediently.
When Lin Qiye finished eating all the food in his bowl, Leng Xuan stood up and walked to his side, saying calmly:
"I am full?"
"full."
"Let's go practice shooting."
"good!"
Watching the two people's backs gradually disappearing in the aisle, Wen Qimo sighed and turned to look at Si Xiaonan.
"Konan."
"What's wrong?"
"Your group pet status has been replaced."
Si Xiaonan: ￣へ￣
…
"The gun is a hot weapon and the crystallization of human wisdom."
In the shooting room, Leng Xuan stood in front of a wall where various guns were neatly hung, and said expressionlessly.
"For mythical creatures of higher realms, they can only play a minimal role, but for mythical creatures of lower realms, guns are often more effective than cold weapons.
Especially for newcomers, learning to use guns is very necessary if they do not have strong close combat skills. "
Leng Xuan took a pistol from the wall behind him and placed it in front of Lin Qiye.
"I will only teach you two things, one is shooting skills, and the other is the composition principle of firearms. If you don't plan to specialize in firearms in the future, this is enough for you."
Lin Qiye nodded repeatedly.
"Now, take this gun and go shoot. Let me see your talent." Leng Xuan pointed to the target not far away.
Lin Qiye nodded, picked up the pistol, and stood in front of the shooting range.
Take a deep breath.
I learned the moves I saw on TV.
Raise your gun.
aim,
shooting!
boom!
A gunshot was heard and both faces suddenly turned dark.
Missed the target...
Leng Xuan walked to the target and confirmed again and again that there were no bullet holes. His expression seemed a little ugly. "A 30-meter target can miss? This..."
Lin Qiye put down his gun and coughed twice, "Um... How about my talent?"
Leng Xuan glanced at him and closed his eyes in despair.
"You? You have a knitting talent."
Lin Qiye: …
…
After returning to Hongying's big villa, Lin Qiye fell weakly on the sofa, rubbing his tired eyes.
After a day of training, I was tortured both physically and mentally. First, I was hacked by the captain, and then I was riddled with rubber bullets.
The evening gun class was not tiring, but it rubbed his self-esteem against the ground again and again...
He really has no talent with guns.
After a night of training, when Lin Qiye walked out of the training room, he clearly felt that Leng Xuan was more tired than him. The most important thing was that the light in his eyes... was gone.
In the end, Leng Xuan comforted him, saying that it was not too outrageous for a newbie to do this, and asked him to work harder in the future.
But as they talked, it turned out that Lin Qiye was the one comforting him.
"Don't worry, I think my lack of talent is just temporary. I just need to practice more."
"You have to have confidence in me and yourself. Your marksmanship is so great, there's no reason you can't teach me, right?"
"Time, most importantly time... Be patient..."
"Be optimistic. At least within 20 meters, I can still hit the target. I can still be saved!"
"… "
Just when Lin Qiye was feeling sad, a graceful figure quietly walked in front of him.
"Brother Qiye, are you tired?" Hongying, wearing plush pajamas and holding a cup of tea in her hand, handed it to Lin Qiye with a smile.
Lin Qiye forced a smile and took the tea, "Thank you."
"It's not bad, although I'm tired, it's very fulfilling." Lin Qiye took a sip of tea and looked around, "Where's Xiaonan?"
"She seemed a little angry that you took her place as the group's favorite, and went back to her room."
"No wonder. When she was treating me just now, she kept pinching my flesh. I thought it was a normal procedure." Lin Qiye touched the bruises on his arms and suddenly realized.
Hongying burst out laughing.
"In fact, the captain is so strict with everyone. When I first came here, even though I was a girl, he did not hold back at all and beat me until I cried." Hongying looked out the window, as if she recalled something, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"A bit cruel."
"Not cruel, not at all." Hongying shook her head. "The death rate of night watchmen in Cangnan City has dropped, which is basically due to the captain. One reason is that he is strong, and the other is that... he is responsible enough for other team members.
The harder he hits you, the more you will remember the pain and grow quickly.
He would rather his teammates hate him than have them die on the battlefield due to lack of strength... Do you understand?"
Lin Qiye was silent for a long time, and seemed to recall Chen Muye's sharp gaze in the morning, and nodded slowly.
"I know."
Hongying raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and touched Lin Qiye's hair like an older sister, and said softly: "Okay, if you are tired, go to bed early, good night."
"Good night."
Lin Qiye said goodbye to Hongying and returned to his room. He dragged his tired body to lie on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling in a daze.
After a while, he slowly got up from the bed...
Pull out the straight sword from the sheath,
One hand holds the knife, the other holds the sheath.
Closing his eyes, he recalled every sword move Chen Muye had made today.
In the hazy moonlight,
Swing one knife after another!