C35 Tomorrow Follow Me!

Shooting training room.

Heavy muffled sounds rang out and disappeared on the soundproof boards.

Yung Qianxia stood straight and held the gun with both hands. Her eyes stared at the target in front of her. She aimed and fired in one go.

"Three rings!"

"Seven rings!!"

"Zero ring!"

...

The mechanical electronic voice accurately reported Yung Qianxia's shooting results, but the two people present frowned at the same time.

Yung Qianxia put down the gun and swung her arm. While rubbing the sore muscles on her arm, she walked towards the target in front of her.

On the target paper, it clearly showed her results, but it made Yung Qianxia frown.

This kind of result was too unstable. It was impossible to raise it to seven rings in two days.

Picking up the gun that was still emitting heat on the table, Yung Qianxia could not figure out why her results would fluctuate so much when she was hitting the target.

After resting for a while, Yung Qianxia changed to another magazine and fired again.

Soong Lengge stood beside him, his black eyes carefully observing Yung Qianxia's shooting movements. He did not let go of any tiny spots.

Soong Lengge also had some doubts. A person's shooting talent was often born. No matter how good or bad it was, after a period of training, the shooting standard would always be in a relatively stable range.

For someone like Yung Qianxia, shooting was good and bad at times, and it was rare to see such a large gap between them.

For a moment, even Soong Lengge could not tell exactly what the problem was.

After shooting again, Yung Qianxia put down her gun and stood in front of Soong Lengge to move her fingers. This time, her result was even more ridiculous. The best one was an eight ring, and the worst one was still a miss.

"Soong Lengge, do you know why?"

There was really no other way. Yung Qianxia stared at Soong Lengge with watery eyes, hoping that he could answer her question.

Her biggest problem now was how to stabilize her results. She looked at the time when she missed the target and then the time when she was eight. Yung Qianxia felt uneasy and uneasy.

Soong Lengge frowned, his cold face carrying a rare trace of doubt. He reached out his hand to pull Yung Qianxia's palm and carefully looked at it.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Her right hand was suddenly grabbed by the man. Yung Qianxia frowned and said coldly.

However, when she saw Soong Lengge's serious expression, she stopped resisting and let the man do whatever he wanted.

After a moment, Soong Lengge picked up the gun and placed it in Yung Qianxia's palm. Seeing Yung Qianxia holding the gun, he finally opened his eyebrows and seemed to have solved the doubt in his heart.

"What happened?"

Seeing the man standing in front of her, clearly understanding but not saying anything, Yung Qianxia was somewhat anxious.

Could it be that there was really a problem with her hand?

"No problem. I will teach you how to shoot." Soong Lengge's face was cold, but his low voice instantly dispelled Yung Qianxia's uneasiness.

Yung Qianxia did not ask any more questions. She walked to the shooting position, picked up the gun, and made a standard posture.

Soong Lengge walked behind him with large strides. His broad chest was pressed against Yung Qianxia's back. He held her hands tightly and adjusted Yung Qianxia's position where she held the gun bit by bit.

"Shoot!"

Releasing his big palm, Soong Lengge lowered his head slightly. He looked at Yung Qianxia's small and delicate spinning hair and spoke in a deep voice.

It was a conditioned reflex. The moment the man opened his mouth, Yung Qianxia pulled the trigger.

After the gunshot, Yung Qianxia was a little stunned when she heard the mechanical electronic voice announcing the number of rings.

Out of all ten shots, the number of rings was between four to seven rings!

The surprise came too suddenly and Yung Qianxia was stunned.

After a moment, Yung Qianxia looked at her palm in disbelief, then looked up at Soong Lengge and asked doubtfully, "Is it really my hand?"

Soong Lengge nodded and stared at Yung Qianxia with his ink eyes. He said in a low voice, "The angle of your right index finger and middle finger is different from ordinary people. You need to adjust the way you hold the spear."

Uh...

Yung Qianxia lowered her head and touched her own finger. She did not feel anything!

She could not even feel the slight difference with her hands. How did this man see it?

Yung Qianxia looked up and her eyes were a little surprised, "How did you see it?"

Soong Lengge was silent for a while before he opened his mouth. His low and elegant voice rang in Yung Qianxia's ears. "Mine is different from others too!"

At the same time, the man raised his hand and extended two fingers to make a "two" gesture.

The crimson lips opened in a surprised arc, and Yung Qianxia's brows were tall and slender.

Truly... What a coincidence!

The same "two"!

After a moment of daze, Yung Qianxia waved away the man's palm. She turned around and walked towards the shooting position as she said in disdain, "Since you have already found the source of the problem, don't deliberately block in front of me. I still need to practice shooting..."

Yung Qianxia's red lips curled up and Yung Qianxia heavily snorted, "Wait and see. Tomorrow I will definitely reach seven rings. Military drill, I must go!"

Soong Lengge frowned. His palm, which had clear joints, pounded heavily on the table. Why did he feel like he had been thrown off the bridge after crossing the river?

In the training room, the sound of shooting kept ringing out.

For an entire day and night, Yung Qianxia stayed in the shooting room. Even her food was sent here by Hsiao Liang.

As if she did not feel tired, Yung Qianxia forced herself to repeat the same training again and again: carrying a gun and shooting. Hit!

Under this crazy state, her shooting results were increasing at an unimaginable speed. And every time the target was announced, the curve of Yung Qianxia's mouth would increase by a point.

...

The next day at noon.

When Soong Lengge appeared in the training room again, Yung Qianxia's small face was full of fatigue, but her spirit was abnormally excited.

Seeing Yung Qianxia like this, Soong Lengge's handsome brows knitted tightly. His thin lips opened, but in the end, he did not say anything. He just walked to the side of Yung Qianxia with a cold face and stood still.

Yung Qianxia licked her lips. Her originally red lips were somewhat chapped, but she did not care at all. Her watery eyes stared at Soong Lengge, carrying a wave of eager excitement.

"Can we start now?"

"Let's start!"

Soong Lengge nodded, his deep eyes looking at the target in front of him.

The gunshot rang out and fell.

The mechanical electronic voice started to report the target: 8 rings, 7 rings... Total score: 78 rings, average score: 7 points and 8 rings! "

Putting down the gun in her hand, Yung Qianxia closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, there was a strange light as she looked straight at Soong Lengge." 7 points and 8 rings, I won! "

After a moment of silence, Soong Lengge nodded and said in a deep voice," From now on, you are appointed as my personal military doctor. Tomorrow, follow me! "

Yung Qianxia was stunned.

Personal military doctor? What is it?

This appointment was too willful...