The Sleeping Prince's Romance

No matter what Cilang said, Reid seemed to have identified a truth and a path, and he was unswervingly going to the dark side of the FBI.

It's no wonder that Reid thinks that Cirou wants to become an FBI. After all, the words Cirou just blurted out unconsciously, Reid believes that those are Cilang's true words.

After all, lies require thinking, but truth does not.

I don't see that Cilang even set the security level of the house he gave him so high. If he said that he had no plans in mind, who would believe it!

So, Reid decided to use the fastest speed to get the Ph.D. he is currently studying, and then go to the FBI!

Don't look at Reid's honest and shy appearance at ordinary times, and he has always looked forward to Cilang's leadership, but this time, he has made up his mind and dedicated his future to the FBI.

Reid's stubbornness made Cilang very helpless at first, but since he has chosen this path, all he can do is to try his best to ensure his safety.

It is impossible for Cilang to stay in the United States forever, and Reid will not let him arrange bodyguards by his side, so besides strengthening the defense of the villa, there is only one way left——

That is to enhance the combat value of Reid itself.

Reid's combat value is completely inversely proportional to his IQ value. It is more difficult to improve his combat value than it is for humans to land on the moon.

This is what Cirou discovered after he started training Reid. At the beginning, he really didn't expect that Reid's brain is so smart, but his physical fitness and hand-foot coordination are so poor!

Reid knows all the things that should be paid attention to when shooting, but unfortunately he is just a theorist. When he really picks up the gun, he always shoots where he should not shoot.

Looking at the holes in the poor man painted on the target from the waist down to the thighs, Cirou felt a very helpless feeling in his heart——

I'm your instructor, not some woman, Spencer!

"After all, I didn't miss the target this time, did I?"

Reid, who also saw his "masterpiece", blushed, but still spoke firmly.

"With your current shooting level, even if you become the FBI, you can only do civilian work."

Cilang is down-to-earth, he thinks this is a good thing, if Reid's shooting ability has been so bad, maybe he won't go out to work.

In this way, for Reid, it is much safer.

Reid pursed his lips and looked unwilling, obviously he could study the most difficult mathematical formula in the world, but why couldn't he deal with a simple pistol?

"I still have time!"

Reid put his headphones on, changed the magazine, and started another shooting practice.

Jiro watched Reid try again and again, even though he missed the target again and again and shot to strange places again and again, he didn't have the slightest intention of giving up.

—Does he want to be an FBI that much?

That thin, shy, nervous Reid, now fighting for a hope, is he really just watching and looking forward to his failure?

Cilang's heart trembled violently, looking at Reid who was still unable to shoot the bullet to the center of the target even after countless attempts, the long-lost memory suddenly broke out like this.

In Cilang's mind, the self who was relentlessly searching the river every day year after year seemed to reappear in order to find the relics of his mother who was thrown into the river by a group of unscrupulous teenagers.

Reid was already an adult, so how could he interfere with his future in the name of his good?

As a friend, what I should do at this time is not to hinder, but to help.

Cilang finally figured it out, his eyes became clear again, and the expression on his face became firm.

"With your posture, even if I waste another [-] bullets, it won't be effective."

Suddenly, Cirou's calm voice came from Reid's ear, and he was annoyed for a while, but he couldn't refute Cirou's words.

Just when Reid's mind was in a mess, he suddenly felt a human warmth coming from behind him.

"It seems that you will never be able to become a sharpshooter if you only use demonstrations. Let me teach you by hand, Spencer."

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The two of them were too close, so close that Reid could fully feel Cilang's body temperature and steady heartbeat.

Bang, bang, bang...

The repeated heartbeats vibrated his back, Reid only felt that his body was completely stiff, and he didn't even dare to move.

"The arm is too stiff."

Arms were intertwined, and the hot and humid breath was blowing in his ears, making Reid, who was afraid to move at first, suddenly became as hard as a rock.

A hot air spread across Reid's entire face in an instant, and soon, his exposed face and neck became as red as a ripe apple.

"Relax, Spencer."

Cilang, who was sticking behind Reid and was about to teach him how to shoot, of course felt the stiffness of Reid's body, and also saw the blush on his face.

Knowing that Reid's character is relatively shy, Cirou didn't think too much, but tried to soften his voice as much as possible, trying to make Reid less nervous.

"Don't focus on me, remember how your body feels right now, and then... pull the trigger."

With the fingers of Jirou's hand on the back of Reid's hand, a bullet rushed out of the gun chamber in an instant, and hit the bull's-eye with a "bang".

"Come on, let's try again."

Adjusting the angle slightly, Cirou held Reid's hand again and fired a shot. Like the previous shot, the bullet passed through the bull's-eye accurately and hit the target!

The recoil of the pistol made Reid wake up from his stupor, but the disordered heartbeat did not return to its usual frequency, and his brain went blank.

Not to mention remembering the feeling of the body, all Reid's attention is now on Jirou behind him.

His body temperature, his heartbeat, and his breath.

What happened to yourself?

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Reid didn't know what was wrong with him, and neither did Cirou. After a lot of effort, Cirou finally calmed down Reid slowly, and then refocused on shooting.

I don’t know if it’s Cilang’s good teaching, or Reid wants to get rid of this kind of zero-distance contact that makes him blush and heartbeat. After only changing three magazines, Reid can barely let all the bullets hit the target. And not a single shot missed.

However, after seeing Reid's progress, and after Cirou really let him shoot by himself, the sudden strong sense of loss in Reid's heart made him even more at a loss.

Fortunately, Reid only thought that it was because he was not used to being in close contact with people that he had that kind of reaction. After practicing for a while, he finally calmed down and regained his usual calmness in front of Cilang.