From ancient times to the present: The disabled boss was hugged by the empress and princess

Wang Yi tried to adjust his expression, squeezed his face and raised the corners of his mouth.

"puff……"

Bai Yan burst into laughter suddenly: "Forget it, forget it, you better stop laughing, it's uglier than crying. You might as well just be so fierce. I'm used to your expressionless face, and you suddenly look like this Laughing makes me feel scared."

Wang Yi said: "It's not that you said that I have a sinister look."

"What's the matter? Why don't you go and change your face? Take off your fierce face and put on a new gentle one."

Wang Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't be ridiculous."

Bai Yan: "..."

I was indeed just joking, but looking at your expression, brother, you seem to be taking it seriously.

He quickly picked up the gun again and changed the magazine.

"Okay, stop talking. You should teach me quickly how to hit the target and hit the tenth ring."

Wang Yi looked at his hand: "Your gun-holding posture is wrong. You are a novice. You cannot learn the gun-holding postures seen on TV and follow their example."

"Then what should we do..."

Bai Yan adjusted his posture, but it still wasn't quite right.

Wang Yi directly reached out and grabbed his arm: "Press down here, don't raise it so high."

Then he pinched his wrist and said, "You have to tighten it here and not relax it. Only by maintaining the strength of your wrist can you hold the gun steady."

He held his head with both hands and moved it twice so that the corners of his eyes were close to the gun body.

"When aiming, the angle of your eyes is very important. There is a difference between the physical object you see in your sight and the real distance..."

As Wang Yi spoke, he suddenly found that his body was very close to Bai Yan's.

In order to facilitate the explanation, he kept approaching Bai Yan step by step. His hand pressed Bai Yan's head, only a few millimeters away from him.

It reminded him of that drill, when he and Bai Yan fell into a stinky ditch together. He held Bai Yan and rolled down the slope, holding Bai Yan's head in his arms.

Pictures passed through his mind frame by frame.

He suddenly let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted.

"hiss……"

Bai Yan had always put his head in Wang Yi's hand, but was suddenly thrown away, and his temple suddenly hit the gun, causing him to hiss in pain.

Wang Yi came back to his senses: "I'm sorry."

Bai Yan pressed the painful temple and said helplessly: "Brother, do you think I'm too stupid and stupid and don't want to teach me?"

"No."

Wang Yi's expression suddenly became a little uncomfortable.

He looked at Bai Yan's fair and handsome face, and for a moment, his mood was indescribably complicated.

He calmed down and said, "I'll teach you more carefully."

He stood behind Bai Yan, grabbed Bai Yan's hands from behind, and taught Bai Yan step by step as if holding Bai Yan.

Their bodies fit tightly together, with no gaps at all.

Wang Yi's vision suddenly lost focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The warmth of the person in his arms spread to his skin, and Bai Yan's scent could be smelled in his nose, as if The shampoo should smell like white peach.

Although his mind didn't seem to be clear, his hand directly grabbed Bai Yan's hand and placed it on the trigger.

Unlike his own rough palms, Bai Yan's fingers were soft and delicate, with gentle skin.

Bai Yan didn't notice anything strange. He just felt that he had maintained his posture for a long time.

Then he asked aloud: "Brother Yi, is this okay?"

Wang Yi's breath suddenly became tight, and he suddenly took a step back and let go of his hand.

Drag Bai Yan's chin from behind and adjust the angle so that Bai Yan's eyes are facing the aiming center of the submachine gun.

He wanted to ignore the soft touch from Bai Yan's chin to his palm, but he failed. The real warm, smooth and elastic touch made his expression a little dazed.

He suddenly said: "From this position, shoot."

The current state is that his brain is in chaos. If years of practice had not brought memory to his muscles, he would not be able to coach Bai Yan now.

Bai Yan listened to Wang Yi's command and fired with bang bang. At the angle between Wang Yi's hand and his head, he finished a magazine.

"I rely on!"

Bai Yan suddenly screamed: "I'm hit, I'm hit."

Wang Yi suddenly let go of his hand, stepped aside and looked at Bai Yan's target.

This time, nearly fifteen rounds from one magazine hit the target. The best bullet was in the seventh ring. Compared with the previous results, it was much better.

Bai Yan suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment: "That's awesome! Brother Yi, you are still the best. You can teach me how to do it."

Wang Yi looked at his excited face and smiled with glory.

He didn't even notice that his eyes had become a little gentle.

He responded softly: "Well, there's some progress."

He suddenly walked away and sat on a chair nearby.

"Just follow the method just now and continue to practice by yourself. You have found the method, but you still have to understand the aiming skills by yourself."

"okay."

Bai Yan suddenly became more confident, changed the magazine, and started again according to the method just taught by Wang Yi.

Without Wang Yi’s adjustments and personal guidance, the effect would be much worse.

But it was still better than the first time he fought by himself.

Having finally figured out some tricks, Bai Yan was now in a very excited state. He was playing with great vigor, practicing one magazine after another.

Wang Yi sat next to him, his eyes focused on nowhere.

The noise of gunfire in his ears didn't seem to have any impact on him. He seemed to be in a quiet environment, trapped in his own world.

After being alone in silence for a long time, he tightened his lips and took out his mobile phone.

In the browser search box, enter: "Same as..."

"Brother Yi." Bai Yan suddenly shouted excitedly: "I hit ten rings. Look, I hit ten rings with this shot, hahahaha."

"..."

Wang Yi was so frightened that his hands shook and he almost dropped his phone on the ground. Fortunately, there was a table in front of him, and his phone turned over and lay on it.

My heart trembled sharply, and a cold chill suddenly appeared on my spine.

He took a deep breath to hold back the sudden shock.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he stood up as if nothing had happened and came to Bai Yan's side.

Bai Yan pointed at the target and showed off: "Look, I hit the tenth ring."

There are many bullet holes on this new board. It seems that the bullets Bai Yan just shot have a high hit rate. Not only did one shot hit the th ring, but several others hit the th and th rings, which can really be considered a pretty good result.

Wang Yi said seriously: "Yeah, awesome."

Bai Yan smiled proudly: "Hey, I finally have a record of winning ten rings."

Seeing his beaming expression, Wang Yi's lips curled up unnaturally.

"not bad."

Bai Yan was a little addicted: "No, I want to change the rifle and try again."

He started practicing the rifle again. This time, Wang Yi did not teach him, but just leaned on the partition next to him and watched.

Bai Yan had been studying how to make his marksmanship more accurate, so all his concentration was on the gun. He didn't realize that Wang Yi's eyes had been falling on him.

An hour later, the two came out of the shooting gallery.

After bidding farewell to his boss, Bai Yan said: "Next time I will come over to play by myself. Brother Yi, I don't need you to accompany me in the future. I have mastered the method now and I can just practice by myself."

Wang Yi did not respond.

Bai Yan suddenly stood next to Wang Yi.

He raised his hand to make gestures on the top of his head and the top of Wang Yi's head.

He said in an excited and showy tone: "Brother Yi, have you noticed that I seem to have grown a little taller."

"……No."

"Hmph." Bai Yan snorted dissatisfiedly: "I've grown one centimeter taller, okay? I'm already now. I'm meters tall, but I'm still one short of the I dreamed of." Centimeters, I soon reached the standard male height."

"Oh."

"Why are you so cold? Isn't it good that I have grown taller? Isn't it good that I have become a male god?"

Wang Yi looked at him: "I thought you were so popular that you were already a male god."

Bai Yan was suddenly stunned and opened his mouth.

His eyes were full of shock: "Let me go, you can actually say such nice things."

Wang Yi: "..."

Is this also a nice thing to say?

Bai Yan continued: "You don't know, there is actually a gap between and . Sometimes, everyone's standards for artists are really strict. is definitely a male god, but not until If it’s , it’s always going to be a little bit worse.”

Wang Yi did not understand his obsession with this centimeter.

"So what if I become a standard male god?"

"Of course I will be more popular, I will have more fans, and everyone will like me more."

Bai Yan said, suddenly blushing again: "After I have the perfect body and height of a male god, I will have the confidence to find a goddess sister I like and fall in love."

Wang Yi's face froze.

"Do you like sister goddess?"

Bai Yan suddenly became shy: "Yes, I like my sister, the cool royal sister type."

Wang Yi's face suddenly darkened: "Like Shen Li?"

"..."

Bai Yan felt speechless at first, and then said angrily: "What do you think? She can only be regarded as a sister. Although she is quite cool sometimes, she is very silly most of the time! She is not a royal sister goddess type at all!" At best, she’s just a silly female neurotic type!”

Wang Yi looked at him with meaningful eyes: "Does Shen Li know you describe her like this?"

Bai Yan's face changed: "You can't tell her. If I tell her, I will be beaten. I will be beaten by both of them."

Wang Yi's breathing suddenly became a little calm, and he stared at Bai Yan's face closely.

He asked in a cold tone: "So who is the goddess sister you like in your heart?"

Bai Yan smiled coquettishly and artificially again, like an innocent boy who was just starting to fall in love, with a little shyness.

"Actually, not yet, but I have always been very determined and clear about my preferences. The cool royal sister and goddess sister type is what I pursue. Once she appears, I will definitely chase her, so I have to work hard. I require myself to meet the standards of a male god, and I am always ready to chase the person I like."

Wang Yi: "..."