The fake young master does not mix with the plot [Rebirth]

"I'll play by myself." Qi Yi thought for a while, took off his coat, revealing a thick denim body, and handed the big down jacket to the boss.

The boss took it involuntarily.

Qi Yi picked a handful of 92F.

The boss's eyelids twitched, this ancestor, came up with a fully automatic manual wooden warehouse, this is a high-end toy he specially prepared for Shi Jian.

Without waiting for him to make a sound to stop him, Qi Yi deftly picked up a magazine, loaded the bullet, walked a few steps to a few low target paper ballistics on the far right side of the shooting range, knelt down in one breath, and fired bursts.

"Bang bang bang" sounded fifteen times in a row.

"Ten rings." "Ten rings." "..."

The mechanical female voice automatically reported the number, and reported fifteen ten rings in response.

The coach who had a good thing ran over to look at the target, and took back the target paper with a face full of surprise: "God!"

There was only one bullet hole in the center of the target paper, which meant that Qi Yi not only shot fifteen ten-rings in a combo, but also hit the fifteen bullets on the same trajectory!

What veterans and international mercenaries are nothing more than that. These coaches have worked here for so many years, and this is the first time they have encountered such a near-miraculous result.

Shi Jian: "..."

Fu Zhiji: "..."

What is crushing?This is crushing!

"Have you ever played before?" Shi Jian stared at Qi Yi as he stood up from the ground, the muscles of his waist and hips drawing a graceful arc in the air.

"No." Qi Yi opened his mouth, looking extremely innocent.

He went to the boss to look at the target paper, pretending to be new: "Why is there only one hole? I remember I made a lot of shots?"

Inner OS: So accurate.

Since he started using a gun, he has never shot any fixed targets, and he always shoots moving targets while moving... and he didn't know that his fixed target felt so scary.

Now everyone is speechless.

The boss was also puzzled, he was very proficient in reloading, but his shooting posture was not standard, he looked decent, but his body posture for exerting force was wrong in several places.

Is it really a talent?

"That's because you hit all the bullets on the same trajectory." Boss Hanhan explained: "Why don't you try again?"

"Wow, I'm so good?" Qi Yi exaggeratedly exclaimed, and took another clip.

"Don't stand up, don't stand still, sit on your ankles, oh yes, stretch your elbows a little further..." The boss couldn't help pointing out his posture.

"Ten rings." "Ten rings." "..."

Another string of ruthless reports.

"Gun God!"

"It's awesome..."

"The soul of the gun is possessed!"

"Let's hang up! Turn on the self-aiming!"

The spacious shooting range became lively, and the crowd rushed to Qi Yi with a "hula" and compliments poured out of their mouths.

Among them, the boss is particularly eager: "Go and try the 100-meter target and the moving target." He wants to see how far the little gunslinger can do it!

"Look, Boss, he is so fierce, please charge less money."

"That's right, this is the gun god!"

"Let us also open our eyes and see what M2, Decash..."

A group of gun enthusiasts took the opportunity to make a fuss, even wanting to use heavy machine guns.The boss has connections, and there are many treasures in the town hall, but they are usually hung there, and they are not seen by others except for maintenance. They are so greedy.

The boss gritted his teeth: "Okay, I don't charge for all the calls made by Little Spearman today. I'll take you to the third district."

Shi Jian:?Who is your VIP customer?

Fu Zhiji followed silently, feeling cool all over his body.

He doesn't talk much today.

Where did the squeamish bag learn this martial art?It always feels more and more dangerous.

Qi Yi happily went to the third district.

Surprisingly, there were people in the third district.

A man wearing black earmuffs was shooting a target, one shot after another was very regular. He didn't turn on the automatic counting, but the room looked deserted.

Seeing someone coming, he put away his gun.

The boss obviously knew him: "Lao Li, are you here today?"

The man nodded at him silently, went back to the table and disassembled the gun, and wiped each part, obviously not intending to communicate with others.

The boss ignored him, and gave Qi Yi another gun: "You use this!"

Seeing Qi Yi's blank eyes, the boss was a little worried: "Do you know how to use it?"

Qi Yi touched the trigger, leaned back on his waist, and his eyes confirmed: "Yes." This shape is a bit unfamiliar to him, but he believes that they are all the same!

Only then did the boss believe that he was a real novice, and helplessly corrected his posture.

Shi Jianxin said that I can do this too, but I really can't squeeze those enthusiastic coaches.

After a while, Fu Zhiji grabbed his arm again and got a warning look.

After getting to the moving target, Qi Yi can't do it anymore. Each shot can only guarantee to hit the head of the humanoid target, and the aim will fluctuate randomly, sometimes 10 rings and sometimes 6 rings.

After getting the target paper, the eyes of the others were a little bit wrong. This is a natural killer!Headshots.

Qi Yi smiled sweetly.Is that how it is to fight zombies... It's not as effective as hitting the head anywhere.

There is also a very conspicuous irregular ten-ring hole on the target paper. Qi Yi can tell at a glance that it was shot by the man before. The moving target has such precision, and he does not know where it is.

These words passed in my mind for a while, and the group quickly rushed to the next project.

Qi Yi had a great time, tried all the guns in the shooting gallery, and even the "trolls" went to the outdoor shooting range to get addicted.

Fu Zhiji simply asked Qi Yi to teach him how to shoot a target. Qi Yi had just been corrected his posture and went to be someone else's teacher, but he still looked decent.

Shi·Player·Jian had no choice but to skillfully hold the gun and vent all his loneliness to the target paper...

When he was about to leave, the boss insisted on taking Qi Yi's money and giving him a VVIP card, inviting him to play next time.

Unfortunately, it was Wednesday this time. If it was the weekend, how many people would have to be encouraged to come to the club frequently? Qiyi is a living advertisement for walking.The boss has his own calculations.

Shi Jian: ...

Although it didn't seem like Fu Zhiji had set him up, I still felt more aggrieved what was going on.

Forget it, it's too difficult.

Fu Zhiji made obvious progress quietly, but it was temporarily covered by Qi Yi's halo.

Qi Yi had the air of a teacher in front of him.

Fu Zhiji is not like him who has been fed live ammunition for several years and then pretends to be on a fixed target. In the end of the world, he is a gunslinger who refers to wherever he hits.

He can also pretend for a while.

Isn't it happy for a while?

On the way back, Qi Yi fell asleep in the car with a smile on his face.

The other two men were silent in their own way.

……

"Xiao Ruyi, you've changed a lot recently." Fu Zhiji asked casually after buttoning the wool cap and earmuffs again.

"Is there?" Qi Yi didn't panic at all, his previous personality was self-willed, and he was self-willed in doing these things, and he was not afraid of being exposed.

"You went to learn the stick technique, met people casually outside, and learned how to shoot."

Fu Zhiji has known Qi Yi for so many years, and he knows that his character is actually very passive. Only people find him as friends through acquaintances, and he will not take the initiative to associate with others.

The most important thing Fu Zhiji didn't say was that with Qi Yi's temperament, he should have turned the Qi family upside down.

But now there seems to be no movement, even Qi Yi seems to be avoiding Shen Mingen.

After Qi Yi finished listening, he sighed slightly: "Fu Zhiji, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Fu Zhiji:?

"I know that you may have been weighing on your heart because you owe me 100 million, but I'm really not such a terrible person..."

Fu Zhiji:? ?

"Maybe I just have a bit of athletic talent. Whether it's martial arts or shooting, I really discovered it by accident. It's not aimed at you. Don't think too much about it."

Fu Zhiji fled in despair.

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It was another Saturday, and Qi Yi came to Qin Fang's home on time.

It's a pity that the fledgling tutoring business will be forced to stop.Although he wanted to change the time, but Qin Fang is a senior high school student, and usually has a tight schedule, so it doesn't mean that he can change it to a working day.

Internship in Celent, 400 yuan for two days is not bad.

Of course, he did not make money as a tutor, but Qi Yi valued the "opportunity" to develop a strong interest in doomsday culture.

There is another main reason. Fu Zhiji has already agreed to lend him 100 million. Saving money through tutoring is a bit slow after all.

Qi Yi came this time with the intention of helping Qin Fang again, and it was better to ask them to resign in person than to tell them online.

This time, Mother Qin didn't prepare any fruit, but made an exquisite yellow dessert, which was actually layered inside when cut open.

Qi Yi had never eaten this kind of superimposed snack, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

Wei Shukuang was there again, and answered Qi Yi with a smile: "Durian Melaleuca, haven't you eaten it?"

Qin Fanghao added: "Brother Yi, take a quick bite, my mother's cooking is super delicious! This dough is made of flour, but it's not tough at all."

Qi Yi tasted it cautiously. The dough was soft and slightly crispy. The combination of animal cream and durian tasted delicate and thick. After chilling for a while, the cold sweetness was perfect.

The dough belt has a special aroma, the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, and the aftertaste is endless.

So he accidentally ate the second half.

The remaining half was divided and eaten by Wei Shukang and Qin Fang.

"Okay, then let's start the class." Qi Yi searched for it, dragged out the plaster statue in the corner and put it on Qin Fanghao, "Show me the sketch you drew last week, and you start drafting against it."

"Okay! Hiccup—" Qin Fanghao hiccupped.

After changing it, Qi Yi suddenly felt a little cold, found the down jacket and put it back on.

But it was still very cold, a bone-chilling chill that made him breathless, Qi Yi looked around: "Is the heating in your house broken?"

Wei Shukang just looked at him, surprised and worried: "Qi Yi, your face!"

Qi Yi felt a familiar bulge at the corner of his mouth, ah, it was a familiar allergy.

At this time, he was panicked and had difficulty breathing. He squeezed out words one by one: "Is there an egg in the dough? I'm allergic, call 110 quickly, don't inject loratadine..."

The acute allergic attack was so violent that he fell to the ground before he could finish his sentence.

Wei Shukuang stepped forward and picked him up by the waist: "Fang Hao, come and help!"

Qin Fanghao was already dumbfounded. Hearing this, he quickly dropped his paintbrush, staggered and supported Qi Yi's leg, and rushed downstairs with Wei Shukuang.

Qin's mother was also anxious when she saw their menacing approach: "What's wrong?"

Qin Fanghao yelled: "Teacher Xiao Qi seems to be allergic!"

Qin's mother went up and carried Qi Yi's other leg, and quickly called Qin's father: "Old Qin, come and help! Take Teacher Xiao Qi to the hospital!"

……