star hunter

Huo Jing kept his word, after the sun went down, he really came to test Zhong Yuncong's training results.

Zhong Yuncong demonstrated his training results to him tremblingly. Although he was still a little nervous, the so-called practice makes perfect. After repeating the movements for an afternoon, his muscles had already produced memories, and he loaded and returned bullets smoothly and coherently, all in one go.

Huo Jing's complexion was as pale as ever, and Zhong Yun swallowed involuntarily, waiting anxiously for the trial like a prisoner under trial.

"So-so." Instructor Huo Da finally spoke out. After throwing down these four words, he turned to everyone and announced loudly: "That's it for today, disband!"

Finally avoiding the fate of being fined to run twenty laps, Zhong Yuncong was greatly relieved, he subconsciously turned his head to look for Su Xian, only to find that he was talking to Huo Jing, and then they left together.

Looking at the direction, it should be heading towards the cafeteria.

Zhong Yuncong smiled, he was already mentally prepared, in such a public place, don't expect him to have dinner with him.

He shrugged, feeling a little disappointed, but it was quickly dispelled by the external force—when he turned around, he happened to see the densely packed bullet holes on the human-shaped targets lined up ten meters away, and he suddenly had a strong crisis feel.

Everyone else has already started live ammunition practice, but he has just started, and the progress is like ants crawling.

Not to mention Su Xian, even the desire to eat has been driven out of his mind by him right now.

"I really didn't expect to be able to eat the meal you invited one day." Su Xian was not entirely joking. He and Huo Jing were not at odds when they were teenagers. They also can't understand the other party's behavior, and when they meet each other, they often face each other with a cold face.

Talking so eloquently today, even Huo Jing would still show his friendship as a landlord, it is indeed unimaginable in the past.

Is it because of the age, the rebellious youth's heart has been smoothed by time.

Su Xian was feeling melancholy, when Huo Jing suddenly said a disastrous sentence: "Get out after this meal!"

Su Xian laughed, thinking that he really thought highly of this guy, and just as he was about to retort, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Xiaoshan running towards the cafeteria with his head muffled behind him.

Su Xian knew this baby face and knew that he had a good relationship with Zhong Yuncong, but at this moment he was alone, and there was no sign of the other person.

What about others?Su Xian thought about it, and consciously slowed down his pace. Huo Jing, who was walking side by side with him, noticed it and gave him a puzzled look. Su Xian pretended not to see it, and waited until Feng Xiaoshan, who was a few steps behind, caught up. As he expected, he greeted the two sheriffs in a calm manner.

Huo Jing didn't say anything, just returned the gift, Su Xian nodded casually, and asked as if casually: "Why are you alone?"

Feng Xiaoshan was pure-hearted and didn't realize that he was beating around the bush to inquire about Zhong Yuncong, but he didn't have any other good friends in this training camp, so he confessed very honestly: "He feels that he is too different from others, I trained myself and said that I would not go to the cafeteria, and let me bring him some casually."

After hearing this, Huo Jing obviously agreed with Zhong's approach, and nodded slightly: "It's still a bit self-motivated."

Su Xian's reaction was flat, but he smiled at Feng Xiaoshan: "Then go and eat quickly."

"Hey!" Feng Xiaoshan responded excitedly, and started to run, but was stopped again: "But you don't need to bring him food."

The baby-faced "Ah", looked at Su Xian in a daze, and the latter raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "Let him be hungry."

After the boy left, Huo Jing frowned and asked, "Are you joking?"

"Who said that?" Su Xian categorically denied, he shrugged, "I'm serious."

Huo Jing snorted softly, turned his face away: "Boring."

Half an hour later, this naive and boring guy who had eaten his meal made a big difference. After eating and cleaning up, he asked the waiter on the second floor of the cafeteria for a meal.

After packing the food, Su Xian stood up neatly, picked up the lunch box and thanked me perfunctorily: "Thank you for inviting me to dinner. If there is a chance, I will invite you back. Let's go!"

"Su Xian." Huo Jing folded his arms and stared at his back, not intending to keep him, but a little puzzled, "You care about that Zhong Yuncong?"

The person who was called out paused, and Huo Jing, who was quite observant, could see a trace of embarrassment from his straight back.

He became more and more puzzled, and thought of a possibility: "Could it be..."

As soon as his elongated ending sound came out, Su Xian's back became more and more stiff.

"Is he your relative?"

At that moment, Su Xian admired instructor Huo's slowness in certain aspects. He turned his head and smiled brightly at this classmate and colleague: "Yes, you guessed it right!"

Looking at Su Xian who strode away, Huo Jing was even more confused: guess right, why is he so happy?

Instructor Huo, a straight man, was puzzled.

This time happened to be around the time of dinner, and the hungry students turned into hungry wolves one after another, hunting for food. The huge shooting range was extremely quiet, and a few lights on the periphery were weakly on, creating a bright atmosphere for the entire shooting range. A soft halo appeared.

When Su Xian arrived, the first thing he saw was the slanted shadow being pulled, his sight gradually extended, and finally landed on the person who was posing and practicing holding the gun with both hands.

It seemed that this was the first time he saw Zhong Yuncong working hard.

He is tall and straight, with his eyes firmly forward, holding the gun in both hands, and constantly adjusting subtle movements.

The shadow of being at a loss when he first arrived on the "isolated island" has completely peeled off from him.

Su Xian's heart moved, and he slowly approached the training ecstasy. He didn't deliberately hide his footsteps, but Zhong Yuncong was so absorbed that he didn't even notice.

"The posture is not standard." Zhong Yuncong was taken aback by the sudden voice behind him, not because he was frightened, but because he was so familiar with the voice, how could the owner of the unexpected voice go back and forth.

He put down the gun and turned around with a smile. It was expected that he would meet Su Xianda face to face, but what was unexpected was the close distance between them.

The tip of the nose almost hit.

Zhong Yun never knew whether he was infected by him. After he almost had a "close kiss" with the other party, his first reaction was not to speed up his heartbeat, but to look around like a thief: Is there anyone around?

His actions made Su Xian feel uncomfortable for no reason. He covered his nose and coughed lightly, and took a small step back calmly, "Let's rest for a while, and eat dinner first."

Zhong Yuncong was startled, and then beamed with joy: "Did you come here specially to deliver food to me?"

"It's not special, and I'm not here to deliver food to you." Su Xian explained solemnly, "I'm here...mainly because Huo Jing is not capable enough, please let me give you some off-site guidance."

Zhong Yuncong looked at him with his head tilted, and didn't try to expose the obvious nonsense. Instead, he put on a 180-meter-thick filter, thinking that he was very cute when he opened his eyes and told nonsense.

After Su Xian explained, he was afraid that the other party would not believe him, so he added a superfluous sentence: "If you don't believe me, you can ask your instructor Huo."

Zhong Yuncong didn't bother to waste any time talking with this arrogant man, and pointed to the lunch box in his hand: "Then what's going on?"

"I met Feng Xiaoshan on the way here." Su Xian lied in a good manner, "He asked me to pass it on."

After finishing speaking, he handed over the lunch box: "Eat it while it's hot, don't let others down."

Zhong Yuncong took the lunch box, felt the lukewarm heat, and sat on the floor very casually.

Su Xian also sat down slowly.

Zhong Yuncong opened the box, and the aroma was overflowing. He glanced at the dishes and couldn't help laughing: "Wow, did Feng Xiaoshan change his sex today or something? He actually went to the second floor to buy food for me? I thought he would only give me food. I brought two big steamed buns."

Su Xian was speechless for a moment.

Zhong Yuncong broke open the disposable chopsticks, picked up a chopsticks dish and handed it to his mouth: "Come on, help me taste the taste of other people's hearts."

Su Xian opened his mouth, his breathing was slightly chaotic: "...I've already eaten."

Zhong Yun took advantage of the situation and stuffed the food into his mouth: "One more bite won't last you, will it?"

Su Xian had nothing to refute, so he could only follow his heart, swallowed obediently, and finally commented seriously: "The craftsmanship of the canteen master has improved a little bit compared to before."

Zhong Yun never made a sound, just stared at him with a smile on his face.

Su Xian had no choice but to turn his face to the side, but the slightly curved corners of his mouth leaked from the shadows: "Okay, I was the one who ate Huo Jing's food, so you should eat well, there are not many chances of making him bleed. "

Zhong Yuncong finished the meal in a good mood.

After eating, he put the lunch box away, got up and patted his buttocks: "Didn't Chief Su say that he would give me off-site guidance? Come on."

Su Xian leaned against the light pole, raised his eyebrows lightly: "So anxious? It's not like your style anymore."

Zhong Yuncong sighed: "Only when there is contrast can there be harm."

Su Xian didn't want to dampen his self-motivation, anyway, he didn't need a lot of exercise, and it didn't hurt to skip the time for digestion.

He walked around behind Zhong Yuncong and began to explain in detail: "The key to the cantilever gun is its stability. This has little to do with the strength of the arm, but more depends on whether the force is balanced. Stay in five links."

"The first is standing. The left foot is in front, the right foot is behind, and the front, back, left, and right are coordinated and stable." He pressed his hands on Zhong Yuncong's shoulders and exerted a little force. For one sole... pay attention to the adjustment."

Zhong Yuncong took a deep breath, he stood up straight, his shoulders sank, and his center of gravity fell between his feet.

"The second is grip. The tiger's mouth of the right hand is facing the handle, the thumb is naturally straight, the first section of the index finger is leaning against the trigger, and there must be a gap between the inner side and the gun." He explained everything in detail, with the lips and teeth The heat haloed behind Zhong Yuncong's ears, making him distracted uncontrollably, and his movements were not in place.

Seeing this, Su Xian simply corrected it with his hands: "Hold the gun firmly, put the five fingers of your left hand together, and support your right hand from below, or..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand physically and held Zhong Yuncong's right hand from the front of the gun handle: "Hold your right hand like this, remember to straighten your thumb naturally, and the grip should be moderate."

It is a pity that his dedication to teaching failed to make the student remember much, and even had a counterproductive effect, even forgetting some of the essentials he had previously mastered.

Zhong Yun turned his head back with a sigh, staring at the pair of gray-blue eyes that were very close to him, Su Xian raised his brows innocently, and their breaths intertwined.

"Excuse me, are you here to guide me, or to interfere with me?"