I see myself

Qiao Rui looked at Jiang Yansheng, then shifted his gaze to Fang Zhan, feeling from the diss that he was involved in something extraordinary,

"No, what are you two doing to attack me?"

"Where did you hear us arguing?"

Jiang Yansheng turned around and found that he was heard by the person concerned, and he didn't feel guilty, so he quickly refuted it back.

Fang Zhan sighed in his heart, crossed Jiang Yansheng, and said:

"Mr. Qiao, this is my first time playing with a gun. Is there any suitable coach to recommend?"

Jiang Yansheng refused to accept: "What kind of coach should I use next to you?"

Fang Zhan answered him indifferently,

"Really, I thought you came here to teach people."

The air was momentarily quiet.

Qiao Rui was the first to react, and took up the words in a very face-saving manner, smoothing things over for the two of them.

"Let me take you to the venue first. Yan Sheng is indeed the best shot among us hahaha, enough to be your coach."

As soon as the words fell, I thought of Jiang Yansheng, looked at him again, and asked one more question,

"Are you with us?"

Usually, they would shoot live targets outdoors and gamble for a chance to win some prizes, but after hearing Jiang Yansheng's outburst, they felt that they should find an independent place for the two of them.

Teaching people to shoot guns in a closed space, and once the skin touches the head, it is convenient to do something for fun, isn't it?

Fang Zhan answered for him,

"No, he will practice with me for a while and then come to you."

Another step up for Jiang Yansheng,

"It also saves you from embarrassing Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Yansheng remained silent. Hearing this, he walked straight to the corridor on the right. Fang Zhan guessed that he was going directly to the training room, so he prepared to follow.

As soon as he turned around, Qiao Rui suddenly asked,

"Little brother look down on me?"

One made an introduction and the other simply said hello. Those who didn't know thought he was the one rushing to meet someone.

Against the light, the smiling expression of the young man also had a bit of a cold taste in the shadows. Fang Zhan paused for a moment, took out a business card from his business card holder,

"Kano Fund, Fang Zhan."

Qiao Rui casually scanned the bronzing text, took a step forward, took the business card, hooked Fang Zhan's palm, and moved closer.

"Actually, I want to add a WeChat account with Mr. Fang, what do you think?"

The deep voice brought damp heat in his ears, Fang Zhan took a step back without any trace, smiled,

"Mr. Qiao can add it if he wants, can I stop it?"

Qiao Rui lowered his eyes, looked at the string of numbers under the tip of his thumb, turned the business card in his palm, and put it in his pocket.

Go forward from the corridor on the right to the end, and turn again, only the glass on a door is showing light.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Yansheng was standing about tens of meters away from the target with earmuffs on, holding a gun in his hand.

The bullet was loaded, pierced the air, and hit the glass.

The bursts of sound are dense and crisp, very pleasing to the ear.

Fang Zhan stopped next to the gun cabinet next to him, swept through the rows, and picked up a gold gun with the words 50AE engraved on the muzzle.

"The recoil is too strong, it's not for you."

Jiang Yansheng took off his earmuffs at some point, lowered his head to reload the gun in his hand, and said calmly.

Fang Zhan pulled the sleeve of the gun to the bottom, disassembled a box full of magazines and put it on, walked straight to a portrait target, put on earplugs, and held the gun with both hands.

There were two bangs, one on the shoulder and the other on the chest.

Suddenly a hard object was pressed against his waist, and he turned to his back again, stopping on the right side of the spine.

Fang Zhan realized what was going on and froze for a moment, then lowered his head and unhurriedly put the safety on,

"But just by telling you, can you point a gun at me?"

What Jiang Yansheng said was right, the recoil of the gun was too strong, and his wrist was a little numb from the shock.

He put down the gun and walked towards Jiang Yansheng,

"Then next time, just kill me? I haven't heard of it before. It takes such a big risk to associate with Jiang Shao."

Jiang Yan promoted him to push the barrel of the gun away, the strength in his hand gradually tightened, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes,

"You lied to me."

"what?"

Fang Zhan didn't react for a while.

"You said it was your first time playing with a gun."

How can anyone be so proficient at playing with a gun for the first time, controlling the recoil without missing the target, like a veteran.

Fang Zhan grabbed his wrist, took the gun out of his hand, and threw it on the ground beside him. Looking at Jiang Yansheng who looked cold but moved obediently, he curled his lips,

"Just because of this?"

His other hand caressed the shoulder and neck of the person in front of him, and stuck it into his clothes. The temperature was so cold that Jiang Yansheng unconsciously avoided it.

"do not move."

Jiang Yansheng stopped his hand in the middle of the way, and felt that the place that was beaten yesterday was lightly pressed a few times.

The bruises were especially obvious on a piece of fair skin. They had turned from blue to black, and it seemed that they hadn't been properly treated.

Fang Zhan kneaded a few times and explained,

"I was sent to the police academy by my father for training before, and I just caught up with the shooting class of their pre-job training, so I know the basic knowledge, but I haven't touched it since I came out."

He let go of the fabric and took a step back,

"Have you always been this angry?"

It seems that he only listens to praise, and when he is criticized or snubbed, his face darkens and he doesn't say a word. It was like this in the parking lot that day, and it was the same before the shooting.

Jiang Yansheng's heart had already softened when he touched his wound. At this time, he felt that he was wrong, lowered his eyes, and apologized neatly,

"It's my fault. I'll give you what you want."

Fang Zhan clicked his tongue,

"Did you forget that your credit card is in my hand."

Then, as if joking, he suddenly raised his chin,

"Or, are you better?"

Jiang Yansheng looked at him with deep eyes, then smiled, grabbed his hand, lowered his head to his lips and kissed it, then raised his eyes, with hooks in his eyes, and said softly:

"Brother Zhan, why do you think I'm good?"

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