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Zhang Yiyan followed Yan Junge and went to the shooting room first. Zhang Yiyan was exposed to these things for the first time. He watched and listened carefully.

Yan Junge demonstrated it twice first, emphasized the key points of the movements, and then let Zhang Yiyan try it.

"Zhang Ke, try it."

"it is good."

Zhang Yiyan recalled what he had just taught, watch the eyes, the nose, the nose, the mouth, the mouth, the heart, and shoot.

"Clap clap."

Yan Junge clapped his hands and said with a smile, "It's my first time to hit the target. It's amazing."

"The more you practice, the better."

Zhang Yiyan's eyes slightly curved, "Yeah."

"try again."

"Okay, if you do this, it will be easier to hit the target." Yan Junge stood behind him and helped adjust the posture of his arms, as if hugging him from behind.

His hair moved slightly, and the faint fragrance of sandalwood floated on the tip of his nose. Yan Junge looked down at the back of his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Fingers touched his slightly cold hand, "Shoot."

"boom"

Hitting the target, Zhang Yiyan was obviously a little happy, his eyes lit up, "Try again."

"it is good."

After playing for half an hour, Zhang Yiyan jumped for joy. Yan Junge shook his head silently and smiled helplessly. Sure enough, he was still a little boy. No matter how mature he was, he couldn't hide his excitement when he touched the gun.

"Zhang Ke, we are quite familiar with each other, and we will work together in the future."

"How about we just call each other by our names?"

Zhang Yiyan looked at him with a raised face and nodded, "Okay."

Brother Yan Junge put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Hey, that's right. I'm much older than you. Just like them, you can call me Brother Yan."

The slender hand moved the hand on the shoulder away, "Yan Junge, don't push yourself too far."

"Hahaha, don't be like this."

The two chatted and laughed and went to other equipment to start training. Zhang Yiyan basically taught him how to do it, which saved him a lot of worry.

Seeing that the two of them were very close, other people also joined them.

Soon it was noon, and Yan Junge waved his hand, "Let's go, brother will treat you at noon."

"Oh oh oh"

Everyone cheered and set off directly to Taste Building.

Just after leaving the training ground, Duan Hui came over aggressively, "Zhang Yiyan, where are you going? I'll see you off."

Zhang Yiyan looked at the cigarette butts in the corner. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, but he was still a little surprised that he didn't leave.

"Have a meal."

"I'm with you."

With that said, Duan Hui came up and took Zhang Yiyan's arm and got into his car, leaving the other people looking at each other in confusion.

"These two, what's the situation?"

"I don't know. Duan Hui has been following Zhang Ke since the last case."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you must have fallen in love with Zhang Ke, right?"

Yan Junge glared coldly at the speaker, Li Cheng from the second group, "Watch your mouth and don't talk nonsense."

"Yes." Li Cheng lowered his head and responded.

When we arrived at the Taste Building, there were three tables in the large room. Yan Junge and Song Qing sat next to each other at the main seats.

Zhang Yiyan was three places behind, sitting with Duan Hui.

Everyone at the table stared at Duan Hui to see if he took off his mask while eating.

Feeling their gaze, Duan Hui threw his chopsticks angrily, stood up and was about to leave. When he met Zhang Yiyan's cold gaze, he sat down again, furious to death.

Zhang Yiyan took the teapot and poured himself a glass of water, "Duan Hui, if no one invites you, get out of here."

"you,,,"

Grinding his teeth, he brought the glass of water that Zhang Yiyan had just poured in front of him, and sent his empty glass back, "Eat, of course."

",,,"

After a brief moment of embarrassment, the waiter began to serve the dishes. Yan Junge greeted everyone, "You're welcome, try the signature dishes." The private room became lively again, as if he didn't remember the awkwardness and silence just now.

Duan Hui didn't even move his chopsticks. He leaned over and said in a low voice, "Zhang Yiyan, you must fight with me."

After thinking for a while, he added, "Maybe you have a fight with the stupid guy, otherwise I won't accept it."

Zhang Yiyan's expression was dark and unclear, and he was actually very speechless. I didn't expect that he was so persistent and had such a bad temper that he could endure it.

Suddenly thinking about it, he turned his head to look at him, "Take off your mask, and I can fight you."

"Zhang Yiyan, you did it on purpose." Grind your teeth, grind your teeth.

"It's fine if you don't want to."

"Okay, follow me outside." Afraid that he would regret it, Duan Hui grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and walked out aggressively.

Those eyes seemed to be able to eat people. Yan Junge kept paying attention to the situation of the two of them. After thinking about it, he got up and followed.

The observation deck in the hotel was a little remote. Duan Hui looked around and saw that no one was around. He took off his mask and glared at Zhang Yiyan bitterly, "Okay."

He has handsome features, a straight bridge of nose, and a small mole on it, which gives him a hint of evil charm. His thin lips are pressed tightly, showing forbearance and impatience.

Zhang Yiyan nodded and said casually, "How do you want to fight?"

"Fight me seriously."

After Duan Hui finished speaking, he struck out fiercely and rushed straight to the door. He used all his strength. Zhang didn't dodge without saying a word. He caught the blow with his right hand and held it tightly with his five knuckles.

When he was frowning in pain, he kicked him from the front and kicked him in the chest. Duan Hui groaned in pain and fell to the ground in a panic. While struggling, he couldn't get up.

"Pfft~~~fuck,,,"

Seeing that he was still rolling on the ground unable to get up, Zhang Yiyan sighed, stepped forward, grabbed his clothes, lifted him up and threw him to the sofa aside.

He sat on the wicker chair on the other side, "I told you, you can't beat me."

"Believe it."

Duan Hui lay on the sofa and gasped, "I won't give up."

"Zhang Yiyan, don't try to get rid of me."

",,," Yan Junge swallowed hard. He originally wanted to ask the two of them to go back to eat, but then he heard such explosive words.

Suddenly remembering the words 'Duan Hui likes Zhang Ke', he shuddered hard, stepped back slowly, and decided not to disturb the two of them.

Zhang Yiyan shook his head and sighed, "You have this time, why not go back and practice hard, and try to be able to last three moves under me."

",,,Zhang Yiyan,,,"

With an astonishingly loud voice, he said, "Duan Hui, there is one thing you must be better than me at."

"At least I can't compare to you in terms of voice."

The handsome face gradually distorted, "Ahhhhh,"

"Zhang Yiyan, don't go too far."

"Hey, I got it, I got it, stop howling."

When the two returned to the box again, it was very lively, discussing the results of the training and their determination to win the game.

Duan Hui felt a little discouraged and sat at the table in silence. Zhang Yiyan was in a good mood, drinking tea, taking out his mobile phone, and replying with a smile from time to time.

Yan Junge kept observing the two of them. He didn't hear Song Qing talking to him several times. Finally, his arm was twisted, and he forced himself to look away.

But, I really care.

As if feeling his gaze, Zhang Yiyan raised his head and met his eyes.

"Ahem, cough, cough. I'll give you a drink with tea instead of wine. You are welcome to join us."

"Yes, yes, Zhang Ke, I respect you too."