Ling Mobei seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, there was suddenly a heavy downpour. He had nowhere to hide. He was instantly wet. He was annoyed when he suddenly felt that the water was a little warm. He reached out and touched it. The heavy rain
Pour it down again.
After pouring it, he woke up.
Opening his somewhat heavy eyelids, he saw Xu Chuanyang holding a showerhead in his hand and spraying it on his body. He was sitting in a large bathtub wearing only a pair of shorts.
"Ah!" Ling Mobei was shocked. Xu Chuanyang didn't expect that he would jump up suddenly. The shower in his hand shook hard, and Ling Mobei's head hit it firmly. He covered his head in pain and squatted down.
In the bathtub, the wine was completely sober.
"Do you still want to hit your head again?" Xu Chuanyang threw the shower aside.
Ling Mobei said nothing and covered his head, thinking that he should leave quickly. He was embarrassed because he was wearing so little.
"Wash yourself when you wake up and smell your body, it stinks like hell."
"Got it." He was still squatting there, looking at him secretly along the gap between his arms, and saw him turn around and leave, closing the door behind him.
Ling Mobei breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his arm and smelled it. Sure enough, it smelled like vomiting. He frowned in disgust, picked up the shower on the side and started washing.
"Xu Chuanyang, I don't have any clothes to change." He opened the door a crack and stuck his head out.
Soon, a set of clothes flew over and covered his head directly.
He retracted his head and said dullly: "Thank you."
By the time he got dressed and walked out, Xu Chuanyang had already laid down on the sofa. Ling Mobei walked over softly and leaned over to see if he was asleep. As a result, he suddenly met two deep eyes, like
After hitting the electrode, he immediately bounced back, "Are you still awake?"
"Yeah." He put his hands behind his head, put his two slender legs on the armrests of the sofa, and looked not far away, as if he was thinking about something.
"Then I'm going to sleep."
"Um."
His tone was still light.
Ling Mobei had already turned around, but then fell back and put his head above him, "I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Don't be wordy." Xu Chuanyang closed his eyes impatiently and waved his hands.
"Xu Chuanyang, can you teach me how to shoot?"
"Why do you want to learn this?"
"Because it's cool."
"We'll talk tomorrow. You go to bed first."
He didn't refuse, so he was very happy. In fact, learning to shoot was just a pretense. Now that he was cured, there was no reason to stay here anymore. Therefore, he had to find something to do for himself. He didn't want to do it so soon.
After leaving him, their relationship was obviously just getting better, and he thought that if he worked harder, it might work this time.
Xu Chuanyang agreed to his request for the first time, and the location was at a nearby shooting gallery.
It was the first time that Ling Mobei actually touched a gun. It was heavier than he thought and felt heavy in his hand.
He was wearing earmuffs, but Xu Chuanyang was wearing nothing. He pointed to his ears, "You don't need to wear these?"
"No need." Xu Chuanyang handed him the loaded gun, "Stand up in the posture I just taught you."
Ling Mobei was an obedient student, and he immediately put on a straight posture, "Is this right?"
"Lower your shoulders." Xu Chuanyang stood behind him and patted his shoulder, "And your arms, don't be so stiff."
"Is that so?" He was so close to him. He was a little nervous after all, and he couldn't find a pose that satisfied him.
"Ling Mobei, you are so stupid. I have never taught such a stupid student like you." Xu Chuanyang had no choice but to hold his arm from behind and straighten his posture. His chest was pressed against his body.
On his back, he could even feel his steady heartbeat. When he spoke, the good smell surrounded his ears, which made him feel uneasy. Not to mention the steady shooting, even standing like this
It was a bit forced to wear it.
Xu Chuanyang's hand held his, keeping his balance, "Shoot."
Ling Mobei reacted for a moment, then hurriedly pressed the trigger. The huge recoil forced him to take a step back. Fortunately, Xu Chuanyang stood behind him and quickly held his waist with one hand.
"You don't have any brains. Didn't I tell you that this gun has great recoil? What are you thinking?"
Ling Mobei knew that he was in the wrong, but he didn't dare to choke. He asked him what he was thinking. It was strange that he could calm down with him in such a half-hug and half-hug posture.
"Again."
Facing such a stern coach, Ling Mobei did not dare to take it lightly, but he could not help but curse in his heart. He was usually willing to put on a bad face and had a bad temper. How could his soldiers endure it?
"Forget it, you are not a shooting material at all." Xu Chuanyang put the gun aside, "You should learn something else."
Ling Mobei was anxious. If he didn't teach him how to shoot, he would have no reason to stay here.
"You can shoot since you were born, don't you have to work hard the day after tomorrow?"
Xu Chuanyang walked to the rest area and sat down, lit a cigarette, and looked at him mockingly, "When I was five years old, I used a slingshot to shoot birds, and I almost missed every shot. When I was seventeen, I had already used a slingshot to shoot birds."
I became the champion of the National Shooting Competition, and when I was twenty years old, I was crowned a special forces sharpshooter. There are some things that you just can’t do if you can’t do them. Only by really working hard can you know how important talent is.”
His proud and arrogant tone, although it sounded very unpleasant, left Ling Mobei unable to argue.
"You are a genius, I will not compare you with geniuses."
Xu Chuanyang smiled and said, "Come here."
Ling Mobei walked over and sat on the chair next to him, with a dark face.
"You can play football. You are more talented at playing football than shooting."
Ling Mobei immediately became happy, "You finally admit that I am a better football player than you."
Xu Chuanyang did not comment, took a puff of cigarette and said, "I'm going to play football tonight."
"Then... no more practice?"
"It's better not to waste bullets."
Ling Mobei snorted, and Xu Chuanyang couldn't help but rub his head. He immediately ran away with a look of disgust on his face, "Why are you touching my head? I'm not a puppy."
"Puppy, I'm hungry. Go home and eat." He emphasized, "You cook for me."
"There is no food at home."
They took the word "family" as a matter of course, and no one felt there was anything wrong with it.
The car stopped at the entrance of the supermarket, and Xu Chuanyang sent Ling Mobei away, "Go buy groceries."
"Then what do you do?"
"smokes."
"No, I don't have money."
"Will the second young master of the Ling family have no money?"
"Really." Ling Mobei was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he took out his deflated wallet and opened the inner layer to show him, "When I came to China, I didn't bring much money with me. These cards are from Switzerland.
Can’t brush it.”
Xu Chuanyang handed him his wallet, "You can take as much as you want."
"No, you go with me, I can't understand Chinese."
Although he can speak Chinese, he knows only a handful of Chinese characters.
Xu Chuanyang glanced at him helplessly and pointed his finger on his forehead, "Stupid."
"It hurts." Ling Mobei complained and took his hand away, "It hurts a lot."
Xu Chuanyang smiled, opened the door and got out of the car, "Let's go, Doctor Ling."
Ling Mobei suddenly became very happy, "Don't forget to bring your wallet."
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