Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

The business with Luo's family is naturally arranged in the company. The so-called "junior people also go" is just that Young Master Luo called a few friends to get together alone. After weighing the overall situation, he called Yu Yanchuan.

Young Master Luo shouted reluctantly, and it seemed that he was pressured by his family to release a friendly signal.

Yu Yanchuan thought about it for a while, he probably didn't have such a big face, and Yu Xinghai probably didn't have such a pivotal role, most likely because of Tan Xu's favor.

He knew all about the meeting places in Ancheng, and he just wanted to find some golf course, where people who couldn't see a few holes were swinging their clubs to pretend to be aggressive.

But Tan Xu once told him that Tan Ming has always been in the company to discuss business and cooperation with people, and he doesn't have much time to make appointments to play ball and horse races together. It seems that Master Luo is still too free.

Perhaps it was Young Master Luo who wanted to show his uniqueness, so he specially invited someone to a place he had never been to.

Yu Yanchuan followed the navigation and found that it was actually a shooting experience hall, but it didn't look like a private one.

He hung his sunglasses on the rearview mirror, pushed the door open and entered.

Before he could see the inside of the arena clearly, he caught a glimpse of a person waiting on the sofa at the door with his collar slightly open, playing with the peach blossom bracelet that was looted from him yesterday.

"What are you doing here?" Yu Yanchuan didn't stop, and continued to walk into the museum.

"I was invited." Tan Xu seemed to be waiting for him. When he saw him, he stopped lying on the sofa and followed him down the stairs.

The stairs lead to the underground corridor. There are many photo frames hanging on both sides of the corridor, and there are many photo signatures left by many film and television stars after playing here.

Yu Yanchuan stretched his waist: "I specially called you to come and see for yourself how he can give me a bad blow."

The corridor suddenly opened up, and rows of professional equipment were arranged neatly. It was an underground shooting range, which was more spacious than the underground warehouse in the shopping mall next door.

Young Master Luo and the others were sitting on chairs in the rest area chatting, and greeted them as they came.

"It's been a long time." Tan Xu changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and greeted them with a smile.

Yu Yanchuan's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Young Master Luo.

Luo Yuan looked at him coldly, and there was a flash of unhappiness in his eyes.

Yu Yanchuan ignored this, and glanced at the shooting range layout in a blink of an eye. Behind a tall bulletproof glass was a shooting hall surrounded by a sound-absorbing wall, with neat moving targets fixed on it.

"I haven't played shooting yet." Someone in the group said enthusiastically.

"I touched it a long time ago, and I haven't played it for many years." Very standard invisible pretense.

"It's not difficult. It's similar to archery. I'll show you guys later." Very standard bluntly pretending.

Yu Yanchuan looked at those who spoke.

I don't know if the disdain in his eyes was too obvious, several people were silent and looked at each other.

Yu Yanchuan wandered outside this circle, and didn't have much friendship with this group of people, and some of them couldn't even remember their names.

But a lot can be deciphered from their expressions.

The hostile ones must be Luo Yuan's friends, and the curious and excited ones are probably here to join in the fun. These people's emotions are undisguised, so simple and transparent that one can see through them at a glance.

He was not in the mood and was too lazy to deal with people, so he went straight to the equipment wall beside him to get the goggles.

"Master Yu is very experienced?" Luo Yuan asked in the silence.

Young master, young master, what kind of young master would yell at Tan Xu for hanging wet clothes on an iron hanger when he woke up in the morning.

Yu Yanchuan said: "Just call me by name."

"Competition?" Luo Yuan stood up.

"There are so many brothers here, let's compare after having fun." Yu Yanchuan hung the earplugs around his neck.

I expected that he would come up with some moths.

The field was empty, only a few coaches were left to teach. Seven or eight people walked to the shooting hall. The coach pushed away the movable wall, and rows of guns were fixed in it by long ropes.

The chatting voices of the few people around were all excited, and their eyes were glued to the coach, watching him take out a few small-caliber guns from it.

"The recoil is small, and it is easy for newcomers to learn." The coach weighed it in his hand, and tied the long rope connected to the gun to each track.

It was heavier than imagined, and the moment it took over, it felt heavy. The boy standing behind looked over and over again: "Beretta 87, it's a real gun."

"You can shoot rifles when you get started." The coach sorted out the equipment for them one by one, and pointed to the small arsenal on the wall, "There is Luger, and there are bigger ones."

The coach's biceps were stronger than that of the foreigner upstairs, Yu Yanchuan looked at it and sighed, if He saw it tomorrow, he would probably be hit hard again.

Only then did he remember that unlucky fellow He Mingming, he turned his head to signal Tan Xu to come closer, and asked in a low voice, "He Mingming didn't come?"

"No." Tan Xu said leisurely, "He Mingming and your brothers are all on you."

That's good.

Yu Yanchuan sighed again, put on his earplugs, and raised his gun.

The novel experience of holding a real gun ignited everyone's excitement. The coach corrected the posture of holding the gun for more than ten minutes. After talking and whispering, Luo Yuan shot the first shot.

The earplugs could not completely silence the sound, and he could vaguely hear the faint echoes in the empty shooting range.

A bullet costs tens of dollars.

"Yu Yanchuan."

He turned to look at Luo Yuan.

"If you win against me, the past will be wiped out." Luo Yuan pointed to his chest.

Yu Yanchuan smiled lightly, and raised his gun with both hands: "Young Master Luo, you are polite."

Standing beside him, Tan Xu quietly moved half a step forward, blocking the probing eyes of several pairs of eyes on the left.

He aimed at a humanoid target in the distance.

Yu Yanchuan's shooting experience is really not that professional, and it goes back to not knowing how many years ago, Yu Changyu once went to another shooting gallery in Ancheng, and he was forcibly taken there to study together.

The posture of holding the gun is very particular. He practiced sore arms, and asked Yu Changyu what is the use of practicing this, because he can't offend the gangsters, and he won't be hunted down on the street.

Yu Changyu said at that time: "You don't need to overwhelm yourself with too many skills, just in case you will use them someday."

It really came in handy, Yu Changyu was far-sighted, and he had to give him one when he went back.

With a "bang", the bullet was ejected from the chamber, and the shell case flew down in response, a wisp of white smoke emerged from the muzzle of the gun, and Yu Yanchuan was shocked by the recoil and took half a step back.

Tan Xu was startled and missed the target.

The tiger's mouth was numb, and Yu Yanchuan felt that his bones were shaking.

His heartbeat speeded up suddenly, he opened his palms and looked, coldness crawled up the soles of his feet, he slowly turned his head to look at Luo Yuan.

No one booed or booed, almost everyone present knew why they were competing, and they all watched quietly.

"Five rounds." Luo Yuan raised his gun again.

Yu Yanchuan didn't pay attention to his grades anymore, but just lowered his head and touched the handle of the gun.

Only his gun was not equipped with a shock absorber. Luo Yuan had the guts to put his hands and feet on the gun, so he wasn't afraid of the chamber exploding.

Luo Yuan's calculations were good. The grievances of the younger generation affected the business and it was not worth it. He only did the superficial work and handed over a step to pretend to open up the past.There was a problem with the gun, it was impossible for Yu Yanchuan to win this match, it was his own shame to lose left and right, and it seemed that he was making trouble unreasonably by worrying about the problem of the gun, no matter what, Luo Yuan had the upper hand.

It is the best solution to call a stop at this moment and continue the race on another track.

But suddenly his blood rushed to his head, and his heart was filled with monstrous dissatisfaction.

He just wanted to win this game, and he had to win with this broken gun.

Yu Yanchuan raised the gun, aimed at the temporarily intact target, pressed down the muzzle of the gun, and exerted force with both arms at the same time.

I want to fight him to the end.

"Oh!"

"Qihuan." Tan Xu stood beside him, "You still have to chase him for another nine points, and you have three shots left. Unless he misses the target, you can't beat him."

Yu Yanchuan's whole hand was numb, he gently kicked away the bullet casings that had fallen by his feet, and smiled without changing his face.

Luo Yuan's friends were whispering behind them, and they couldn't hear what they said, but they were all gossips that were not too big a deal to watch.

The faint smell of gunpowder smoke lingered around him, and the top lighting seemed to suddenly become dazzling. Yu Yanchuan looked at the target on the next track, and the electronic sensor showed that Luo Yuan had scored three eighth rings, a good result.

The dull pain made him somewhat unable to hold the gun, he narrowed his eyes and raised his hand again.

Yu Yanchuan suddenly understood why Yu Xinghai said that he was sometimes stubborn.

He didn't want to leave unnecessary retreat for himself. From the moment he stood here, he didn't think about what would happen if he lost, just like standing on the driftboard field countless times before.

It's just that during the days when he was away from the game, he rarely found such a hearty mood.

"Oh!"

"Ten rings," said the coach.

Ignoring Luo Yuan's surprised gaze, Yu Yanchuan gritted his teeth and raised his hand again.

"Luo Yuan made a mistake in that shot just now, only the fifth ring," Tan Xu said, "You have a chance to tie him."

Yu Yanchuan squinted his eyes, still with his usual lazy expression, but his eyes were fixed on the human-shaped targets everywhere, and he smiled: "Yes."

He still hadn't adapted to the strong recoil, and the moment he hit the tenth ring again, there was a burst of tearing pain from the tiger's mouth, and there was a dull pain in his shoulder.

Everyone held their breath and turned their eyes to Luo Yuan. It was also a shot that held their breath and concentrated. The sound of the shell casing flying down was like amplified several times, and a bullet hole was shot on the eighth ring.

"He hit a total of 37," Tan Xu chuckled, looking straight into his eyes, "It can be tied, and it's only a tenth ring, so don't play it off."

Yu Yanchuan's fingers trembled a little, and he tried his best to restrain himself and shook them twice. Tan Xu's very soft words were heavier after hearing them, and he suddenly didn't dare to look at him.

Tan Xu saw it.

It's not surprising, standing so close, even a blind person can see that there is something wrong with his gun.

But Tan Xu didn't persuade him to change his track, which surprised him a bit.

"Don't take it off" is not a nice blessing, but Yu Yanchuan was refreshed when he heard it. There was blood oozing from the tiger's mouth. He smiled nonchalantly and aimed again.

Suddenly he stopped being angry, and the anger that had been burning for a long time was extinguished by these four short words. Yu Yanchuan only felt refreshed, as if he had crushed a mint candy.

He was really happy, but when Tan Xu saw his hands trembling, the anger that had been squeezed for a full 5 minutes was almost about to erupt.

He wished he could beat up Luo right now, but this man insisted on making things difficult for him, and he had to fight the whole way with this broken gun.

If you want to play, let him play. As long as Yu Yanchuan doesn't open his mouth, he won't do or say unnecessary things.

This is Yu Yanchuan's subtle competitive spirit. What he wants to prove can be done successfully, and he doesn't need others to stand up for him.

Maybe others won't understand, but he can understand that this is not just childish useless bragging, but Yu Yanchuan's desire to win and arrogance hidden in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, his bony joints bulged, and watched Yu Yanchuan shoot the last shot intently, and the bullet left the string suddenly.

"Bam—"