"Don't be afraid." Ran Qingzhuang raised my hand to help me aim at the target of the front, and then took another pair of headphones from the side to put it on, "I have me."

"In" the word "in", I couldn't hear anything.

Perhaps not everything, the headset shields all noise, and puts the heartbeat alone. He was held by Ran Qingzhuang, holding his hand by him, and opening the insurance under his teachings, and deducted the trigger. The whole process was a process of gradually accelerating the heartbeat. It's like someone holding a two sledgehammer in my ear drumped in my ear, and I couldn't even hear the sound of gunfire.

The recoil made me bump into the arms behind me. Ran Qingzhuang took my waist with one hand, fixed me, and drove several shots in a row.

He took the gun from my hand, exited the magazine, and said something. I looked at him blankly, until he frowned that he remembered that he didn't pick his headphones.

I hurriedly took off my headphones and sorry: "You ... you say again."

Ran Qingzhuang was not speechless, and silently demonstrated how to stuff the bullets into the magazine, how the magazine returned, and how to carry a series of operations.

"Perlet 92F, accurate shooting, fast aiming, is more suitable for novices like you." During the talk, he removed the magazine again, and the bullets were thrown into the copper basin aside.

The pot is not big, but it is a little bit to say that the thirty or forty bullets are spoiled.

After clearing the bullet, he stuffed the magazine back into the gun again and handed it to me: "You come."

What are you here?

Is that one just now?

I was a little clumsy to find out the silver gun body, looking for the right way to exit the magazine. Ran Qingzhuang looked at it, seeing that I had no tricks for a long time, and her face became subtle.

As soon as he was subtle, I began to worry. When I was in a hurry, my hands slipped and almost fell out the gun. After finally exiting the magazine, my forehead was sweating.

"Is that is it?" I showed him two hands, showing him two parts of the gun.

He looked slightly, nodded, and asked me to continue. I had to count the bullets into the magazine one by one, and then learned to put him back in the grip.

I seemed to be a kid. Every time I went to the cello class, I had to pull her last arrangement in front of the teacher in front of the teacher. A few times.

I have always felt that my cello teacher lacks patience and is too harsh. It is not suitable to be a teacher. I can't think of Ran Qingzhuang.

"This time you come by yourself." Ran Qingzhuang pressed the red button on the wall, and the target of the pedestrian guns in the distance next to the next second was replaced with a new one.

I didn't get into this room for ten minutes. He was going to shoot a gun by himself, and it was the same.

Trim on both legs and the same width as my shoulders. I put on my headphones again, raised my arms, and aimed at the front.

The insurance had been opened, but I couldn't deduct the trigger. I looked at Ran Qingzhuang next to my eyes. He calmed his face, didn't say a word, did not stop, and did not urge.

I closed my trigger with my eyes closed, because I was too nervous, and the gun slipped out of the fingers and fell to the ground in front of me.

I looked at the gun and took off my headset. The first reaction was to see Ran Qingzhuang, and I was anxious to explain to him that he was not intentional.

Ran Qingzhuang didn't want to listen to my plans to explain, and directly ordered: "Pick up."

I dare not delay in a second, quickly pick up the gun, and take two shots in a row.

The huge gunshot hit the tympanic membrane, and then I reacted to forget to wear headphones.

Covering the buzzing ears, Yu Guang glanced at Ran Qingzhuang's aggressiveness. I was at a loss, I almost dropped the gun and fled.

Holding my guns with one hand raised, let the muzzle conform to other places, grabbing my back neck with the other hand, Ran Qingzhuang controlled my key roughly and pressed forward.

"Ji Ning, you must learn it." He said, "I don't care what method you use, but you must learn today, do you understand?"

Feeling the pressure of the back of my neck pinching against my bones, I nodded hurriedly, assuring him that I would never make another mistake.

Deterred enough, he turned from strong to weak, relaxed his strength, kneaded the flesh of my neck, looked at the upper display screen and said, "I hope at least half of the remaining bullets can hit the target."

I followed, and the target was clean, without a single bullet hole. Obviously, I missed the first few shots.

I felt ashamed and embarrassed in my heart. In the past 20 years, apart from fiddling with the strings, the most weapon-like thing I have ever held in my hand is a kitchen knife. Suddenly, I have been upgraded to such a high-end hot weapon, which made it really difficult for me to adapt.

But I didn't dare to resist. Ever since he knew that I couldn't leave, Ran Qingzhuang became very anxious and became violent.

Compared to him, I am pretty good myself, but I just accepted the reality in a very short time, and I also spent one night writing three suicide notes and set them to be sent regularly after seven days.

If I'm still alive after seven days, I can cancel the delivery for another seven days, but if I unfortunately die during those seven days, they will be sent to Nan Xuan at the pre-set email address.

Three suicide notes, one to him, and the other two to be handed over to my mother and younger sister on his behalf. It contains detailed information such as my physical condition and bank card password. I hope they can live a good life after my death and don't make me worry.

Putting on the earphones, the world became quiet again. I took a deep breath. I tried to keep the trigger straight ahead and pulled the trigger. Every time a bullet was fired, the balance shifted by the recoil force would be slightly adjusted until the barrel was ejected and the bullets were used up.

I nervously looked at the results on the screen, it was appalling, only one or two of the ten shots hit the body, and the rest didn't know where they went.

"Are you still practicing?" I turned my head and asked Ran Qingzhuang cautiously, the expression of Jin Yuanbao when he asked me flashed in my mind. Unexpectedly, I also have today.