Situ Qinglang pinched Sweetheart's little bun face, and felt quite sorry for her two thin little arms, Sweetheart sat on the ground, and he pulled her arm to help her rub it funny.

"Tired, aren't you?" he asked, massaging her muscles.

"Alas, don't mention it. Sweetheart said dejectedly, "I seem to think that being a soldier is too simple, I thought that like my last cousin, I could get started directly without training." ”

"Of course it's impossible, talent is talent, but talent is very unstable, if you want to be able to practice makes perfect, of course, you have to practice every day like I taught you. ”

Sweetheart nodded, and returned the gun to Qing Lang, don't look at this little pistol as light as that, if you want to hold it steady, it will take a lot of sweat.

After resting for half an hour, Situ Qinglang decided to give his sweetheart two "sweet dates" to taste, he opened the chamber and loaded the bullet, handed it to her and said, "Try a shot." ”

Sweetheart took it hesitantly, and Situ Qinglang told her: "According to the posture I taught you, the pistol has a little recoil, you be careful." ”

Sweetheart stood up, standing still in the "Weaver-style" shooting posture that Qing Lang had just taught, raising his gun to face the target, his arms shaking non-stop.

Situ Qinglang held back a smile: "Don't shake it." ”

"It's not that I want to shake it! my hands hurt!" Sweetheart was depressed.

She closed one eye and aimed, and said in her heart that it would take care of him, so she "snapped" and raised her hand to shoot it.

The target was silent.

Sweetheart asked, "Where are my bullets?"

"Shot away. Situ Qinglang almost laughed until his intestines knotted.

"It's not scientific, I obviously shot better than this before, didn't I even shoot a ring?" she couldn't believe her eyes!

"yes, I didn't hit the target at all. Situ Qinglang couldn't help but smile, "You can play casually until you run out of bullets." ”

Sweetheart was completely depressed, she didn't believe in this evil at all! So she gritted her teeth one by one, and finally when she hit the last bullet, something jaw-dropping happened, she actually hit the ten rings!

Situ Qinglang let out a "hmm" and looked at his sweetheart in surprise: "You hit." ”

"Huh?"

"Hit the 10th ring. Situ Qinglang withdrew the gun and looked her up and down with an incredible expression, "You are really talented." ”

"Yes, I'll just say yes!" Sweetheart jumped up and down with excitement!

"Yes, I remember the first time I shot with only eight rings, I practiced this kind of Cheng dù until now, you are better than me. Situ Qinglang praised from the bottom of his heart.

"I told you I can do it! I'm very suitable for being a soldier!" The fatigue of training was immediately replaced by the joy of just hitting the target, and the sweetheart hugged Situ Qinglang, happy and couldn't extricate himself.

"It's not bad, let's go back, if you want, I can take you to practice often in the future." Situ Qinglang put his arm around her and walked towards the outside of the shooting range.

He restored the equipment to its original state, closed the door, and said to his sweetheart: "There are a lot of things to train as a soldier, and it's not just like walking in military posture every day like your military training." Let's go, I'll show you around. ”

Sweetheart followed Situ Qinglang to another room, where there were several sandbags hung, and from the darkness, it looked like there were people hanging upside down, a little scary.

"This is the fight room, you have to be here when you practice fighting, if you want to learn, I can teach you too. ”

"Is the fight like karate and taekwondo?" Sweetie poked the sandbag curiously.

"Of course not, fighting is practical, and those things are not very practical. ”

Situ Qinglang stood in front of the sandbag, and as soon as he raised his foot, the sandbag "swished" to the side, hitting the bridge of the sweetheart's nose.

"Ahh

Situ Qinglang was speechless: "Can't you stand a little farther?"

Sweetheart rubbed her nose: "Who knew you had so much strength! I thought you were just a demonstration!"

She lifted her foot and kicked the sandbag hatefully, but the sandbag hanging from the roof of the house did not move.

"Look at your little effort. Situ Qinglang disdainfully, "If you want to practice, you can kick the sandbag here for half an hour, every day, when you reach the point where you can kick it away, it's almost the same." ”

Sweetheart gritted her teeth and kicked several times, and Situ Qinglang sighed again and again: "Are you tickling the sandbag?"

"Annoying, why are you so fond of broken thoughts!" Sweetheart was anxious and smashed it with a punch.

The sandbag "swished" and flung up, heading straight for the clear façade.

Situ Qinglang bent his hand to block it, and said in surprise: "Okay, you, you don't have strength in your legs, but the strength in your hands is quite big." ”

"That's a must, otherwise how can people bend the iphone6 with their bare hands!"

Situ Qinglang couldn't cry or laugh, and pulled his sweetheart and walked out: "If you praise you for being fat, you will breathe, if you want to practice, how can you rely on only two hands." ”

"When are you going to teach me how to fight?" I think this seems cool!" Sweetheart asked, looking forward to the thought of kicking criminals with a gun in one hand!

Situ Qinglang patiently taught her: "Come the same, don't think that you can become a fat man in one bite." Besides, I just want you to defend yourself, and you still have to focus on your studies. ”

"I know, I'm already very happy! But you said that even if I learned to shoot, I can't carry a gun every day, so how can I defend myself?"

Situ Qinglang couldn't help touching his chin when he heard this: "What I said is that I always feel that it is better for you to learn to shoot than to learn a slingshot, or I will teach you to throw darts." ”

"......" Sweetheart made up for the appearance of herself beating criminals with a slingshot, and she felt weak.

I still don't want to, it sounds like throwing darts is more powerful, but that thing doesn't look stupid, she thought worriedly.

Situ Qinglang took his sweetheart all the way out of the army unimpeded, and the sweetheart got into the car, and Situ Qinglang asked her, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Is it okay to eat hot pot?" the sweetheart sighed into the palm of her hand, "It feels so cold." ”

"Is it okay to go to the house where you and your classmates had dinner last time? Situ Qinglang asked her for advice.

Sweetheart said that there was no problem, so Situ Qinglang drove in with sweetheart, the two chose a quiet position by the window and sat down, Situ Qinglang ordered, and sweetheart hugged the cup to warm his hands.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she looked at the two people walking towards the hot pot restaurant with wide eyes, and saw them sit down not far away.

She immediately lowered her voice and excitedly called Situ Qinglang: "Qinglang Qinglang, look, an acquaintance is coming!"

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