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The shot hit the center of the human-shaped target, followed by the exclamation of a group of onlookers behind him, and the electronic sensor screen responded to update the shooting score. Yu Yanchuan scored 37 points, and still tied the score after missing the target.

He hung the gun back into the gun slot, and a small hole was torn in the tiger's muzzle of his right hand, soaking blood along his fingerprints.

Luo Yuan said it was a lie if he was not embarrassed, he took off his earplugs and looked at Yu Yanchuan with a worried expression.

"I won." Yu Yanchuan said lightly, took off the equipment on his body, and threw it on the table casually.

He completely lost interest in today's party, but at this time there is no need to expose Luo Yuan's black hands. He wanted to end this and turn around to leave, when he saw Tan Xu walking over, hooking the gun with one finger, holding it in his hand. Turned around.

Luo Yuan tensed up slightly, frowning tightly.

Tan Xu always looked amiable when he saw this group of people on weekdays, but it was rare for him to be cold-faced once, and even the aura around him was filled with irritability.

In the silence, only Yu Yanchuan smiled in surprise, and put on an appearance that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

Tan Xu said, "This gun is not bad."

The voice was not loud, but full of momentum, Yu Yanchuan smiled and leaned against the table. It seems that the young son cultivated by the old man of the Tan family with the education method of criticizing and suppressing is really ruthless. He usually wears sheep's clothing and can't see anything, but when he gets angry There is a kind of ruthlessness hidden in the needle in every gesture.

Not to mention Luo Yuan, even he has never seen Tan Xu like this.

"Who wants to play?" He turned his head and looked at the last group of people.

Luo Yuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Tan Xu slightly raising his volume: "Brother Qin, come and try?"

The one called Brother Qin was the one who pretended that shooting was not difficult at first.

Yu Yanchuan didn't know him, but it seemed that Brother Qin and Tan Xu had a good relationship, and he was a pushy guy, so he walked over without any excuses.

"Tan Xu." Luo Yuan called him, obviously unable to restrain himself.

Brother Qin came over quickly, and didn't even give Luo Yuan a look. It seems that Luo Yuan's popularity among this group of people is not that good, at least someone is willing to tear him down.

Yu Yanchuan looked on coldly, Luo Yuan was still a pampered young man in a greenhouse after all, no matter how thoughtful he was, he relied on his family's capital to support him, and he would only mess around when he encountered a tough problem.

He may never have planned what would happen if someone broke the stage. Yu Yanchuan found that he could understand him unexpectedly. From Luo Yuan's perspective, everything in the world revolved around him as a matter of course. He himself would not consider Plan B. people.

When countless people are running around for their livelihood, there is indeed such a person who has no worries about food and clothing all his life. Xu Fei, who is working hard to make money, loses his job and suffers misfortune, but he has the leisure to come here to put the cart before the horse, in order to get back. Save face by hook or by crook.

After playing Tarot for a long time, he will also believe in cause and effect, but Yu Yanchuan doesn't believe that he can be good until the end.

Tan Xu loaded the gun and passed it to Brother Qin between his fingers.

"Oh, I haven't played for a long time. I almost forgot what the coach taught just now." Brother Qin took the gun and took aim with a sloppy eye. Not blowing.

Luo Yuan suddenly said, "Tan Xu, what does this mean?"

Tan Xu didn't look at him, but fixedly looked at Brother Qin: "Shoot."

"Bang" followed by a gunshot, Brother Qin was unprepared, he was shocked by the recoil and took two steps back, the bullet yawed, skewed outrageously, and hit the target on Luo Yuan's orbit, and Luo Yuan shuddered. shock.

"This..." Brother Qin quickly tore off the earplugs, suddenly remembered something, looked at Tan Xu, and said after seeing the certainty in his eyes, "There is no hydraulic buffer?"

The crowd of onlookers approached in twos and threes, and there were a few still standing there because of Luo Yuan, but there was no need to say anything, what happened was clear at a glance.

Tan Xu didn't stop, there was no need to make Luo Yuan anxious by being aggressive, he walked up to Luo Yuan, his gaze stayed between him and the muscle trainer for a moment.

He stared at the coach until he turned sideways in guilty conscience, then he frowned and twitched the peach blossom bracelet in his hand, and smiled softly: "Master Luo, I've made a note of it."

After finishing speaking, Tan Xu pushed open the door of the shooting hall and walked out.

A few seconds later, Yu Yanchuan heard him shouting outside the door: "Let's go!"

"Oh!" He responded, then smiled and waved his blood-stained hands to the people present, "Everyone have fun, Yu Mou will go first."

No one cares about him.

Yu Yanchuan hasn't been in such a high mood in the past year as at this moment. Looking at Tan Xu's incomparably chic back, he really wants to applaud him.

When he was about to walk to the door, the figure suddenly stamped his feet, the smile on Yu Yanchuan's face was still there, and Tan Xu turned around and walked back, taking out the car keys from his pocket with ease.

"Why go?" Yu Yanchuan asked.

The car parked not far away turned on the lights, and Tan Xu pulled open the rear door, pulled Yu Yanchuan who was about to sit in the driver's seat, and pushed him in.

Yu Yanchuan collapsed on the seat, before he could stand up, Tan Xu followed and pushed him back.

"You should at least drive the car farther away before continuing. They will see them all when they come out." Yu Yanchuan struggled.

But there was no joking look on Tan Xu's face. He grabbed Yu Yanchuan's wrist and raised it up. The wound had scabbed over and stopped bleeding.

Tan Xu wiped off the blood that flowed from the tiger's mouth with his thumb, and waved in front of his eyes: "Are you awesome?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Yu Yanchuan knew that this really made Tan Xu anxious, so he lowered his voice, "I have my own measure."

"Are you sensible?" Tan Xu leaned over, gritted his teeth and wiped the blood from his finger to Yu Yanchuan's mouth, "I still have to praise you for getting three ten rings?"

The content implied by this action was too ambiguous, Yu Yanchuan said hoarsely: "You didn't stop me just now."

Tan Xu grabbed his hair, making him have to look up: "If I don't stop it, it doesn't mean I'm pleasing to the eye. Why do you compete with them?"

"If you want to compare, you can compare." Yu Yanchuan curled up his legs, and there were two people crowded in the narrow space in the back row, and it was really difficult to stretch.

Although the car is equipped with anti-peeping glass on all sides, it does not mean that the psychological pressure of being exposed to the outside is reduced. What's more, the environment is really not suitable for home runs. The two of them worked hard for a long time, and Tan Xu took the time to lean over and turn on the air conditioner .

The narrow activity space folded and compressed all the ambiguous atmosphere, and Yu Yanchuan's mind was always stretched by a string, which tortured him to the point of fainting.

Tan Xu put the peach blossom bracelet back on his hand at the end.

A pile of paper balls was thrown on the sofa in the back row, and Yu Yanchuan lay down and crawled without wanting to get up.

Tan Xu switched to the driver's seat and drove the car back to the sea view apartment.

The car was driving very steadily, Yu Yanchuan raised his hand to cover his eyes, and there was a piece of Band-Aid on the tiger's mouth, which was rough on the skin.

He thought there would be a kiss, but unfortunately he only got a pat on the head.

Counting the lost contact in the middle half year, they have known each other for more than a year, and the number of times they have messed up together is beyond count, but it seems that they have never kissed.

Perhaps Tan Xu had the urge to kiss him countless times, but Yu Yanchuan could always see his restraint and forbearance in his lust, and then he would bow his head and take a bite, wherever he wanted.

"One parking space per household?" Tan Xu asked.

Yu Yanchuan snorted through his nose.

Tan Xu looked at him through the rearview mirror: "My brother is here."

Yu Yanchuan had two big heads on top of one head. He climbed up the car door and saw Tan Ming's weird 886 parked in his parking space.

"It's not turned off, the person is still in the car." Yu Yanchuan said, "Hand the horn to tell him to get out."

He sweeps the spectacular pile of toilet paper on the backseat to the floor.

After getting closer, Tan Xu lowered the window and honked the horn.

Sure enough, Tan Ming was in the car, and he walked over with a small plastic bag in his shiny black leather shoes.

He handed the plastic bag to Tan Xu: "Passing by."

Inside were cotton swabs and a tube of chafing ointment.

Only then did Yu Yanchuan turn on his phone and check the time. The two of them spent more than half an hour helping each other in the car, enough to spread the word about the shooting range.

But Tan Ming's appearance is too much like a weasel giving New Year's greetings to a chicken. He still wears those gold-rimmed glasses, and his detached and indifferent face is calm and calm.

"Give it to me?" Tan Xu was taken aback.

Tan Ming looked to the back row, and exchanged glances with Yu Yanchuan who was leaning back arrogantly.

"Mr. Yu," Tan Ming said, "I have something to say to you someday when I have time."

Yu Yanchuan straightened his collar and said unhurriedly, "Next week."

Tan Ming nodded, turned around, stepped back into the car with long legs, and left neatly.

The plastic bag containing the medicine was still in Tan Xu's hand. He opened it and searched carefully for a while. Indeed, there were only eighty cents a pack of cotton swabs and unopened ointment for abrasions.

"What is he going to tell me?" Yu Yanchuan asked.

"I don't know." Tan Xu put the plastic bag aside suspiciously, turned the steering wheel and entered the parking space, "Why did he suddenly start caring about you?"

The more Yu Yanchuan thought about it, the more absurd he became, excluding the outrageous possibility that Tan Ming took a fancy to him, etc., he couldn't think of a reason why.

Tan Xu seemed to be even more puzzled than him. He turned on his phone and wanted to send a message to ask a few questions, only to find that the mailbox reminded him that he had received an email half an hour ago.

He put Tan Ming behind him for the time being, and clicked on the email.

In the email was Lin Yu's detailed resume, which was what Yu Yanchuan's dear brother Yu Changyu asked him to look up that day when he asked him to meet.

Yu Changyu spoke vaguely, and only told him not to use his family connections to investigate. It happened that he was Lin Yu's class monitor, and it was easiest to search for student files.

What Yu Changyu asked him to check was Lin Yu's birthplace.

One of the resumes was marked red. Lin Yu transferred to domestic high school only in his sophomore year of high school. He spent the first 17 years abroad.

His birthplace is not in China, but in Manchester, the place where Yu Changyu returned from a business trip a week ago.