Chapter 42 How about my talent?(2/2)
Although the firearms class in the evening was not tiring, it pressed his self-esteem to the ground again and again...
He really has no talent with guns.
After this night's training, when Lin Qiye walked out of the training room, he clearly felt that Leng Xuan was more tired than him. The most important thing was that the light in his eyes... was gone.
In the end, Leng Xuan comforted him, saying that it was not too outrageous for a newbie to do this, and asked him to work hard in the future.
But as he spoke, Lin Qiye comforted him.
"Don't worry, I think my lack of talent now is temporary. I just need to practice more and it will be fine."
"You have to have confidence in me and yourself. Your marksmanship is so good, there's no reason why you can't teach me, right?"
"Time, the most important thing is time...be patient..."
"Be optimistic. At least within twenty meters, I can still hit the target. I can still be saved!"
"…"
Just when Lin Qiye was feeling sad, a beautiful figure walked quietly in front of him.
"Brother Qiye, are you very tired?" Hongying was wearing plush pajamas, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and handed it to Lin Qiye with a smile.
Lin Qiye forced a smile and took the tea, "Thank you."
"Actually, it's okay. Although I'm tired, I'm very fulfilled." Lin Qiye took a sip of tea and looked around, "Where's Xiaonan?"
"She seems a little angry that you took her position as the group favorite, so she went back to the house to stay."
"No wonder, when she just treated me, she always pinched my flesh. I thought it was a normal procedure." Lin Qiye touched the bruises on his arms and suddenly realized.
Hongying burst into laughter.
"Actually, the captain is so strict with everyone. When I first came here, even if I was a girl, he didn't hold back at all and beat me to tears." Hongying looked up and looked out the window, seeming to recall
What, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"A bit cruel."
"Not cruel, not cruel at all." Hongying shook her head, "The decrease in the death frequency of the night watchmen in Cangnan City is basically the result of the captain. One is because of his own strength, and the other is... his treatment of other team members.
Responsible enough.
The harder he hits you, the more you will remember the pain and grow faster.
He would rather his teammates hate him than die on the battlefield because of lack of strength... Do you understand?"
Lin Qiye was silent for a long time, seeming to recall Chen Muye's sharp gaze in the morning, and nodded slowly.
"I know."
Hongying raised the corners of her mouth slightly, touched Lin Qiye's hair like a big sister, and said softly: "Okay, if you are tired, go and rest early. Good night."
"Good night."
Lin Qiye said goodbye to Hongying and returned to his room. He lay on the bed with his tired body and stared at the empty ceiling in a daze.
After a while, he slowly got up from the bed again...
Pull out the straight knife from its sheath,
Holding the knife in one hand and the scabbard in the other,
He closed his eyes and recalled every sword technique that Chen Muye used today.
Under the dim moonlight,
Chapter completed!