On the side, the electronic scoring screen of Luo Jun's shooting lane automatically displayed the number of rings - 8 rings.
Leng Zirui raised his chin towards the scoreboard, with pride in his tone, "Did you see that our Leng family members are all born with gun sense!"
Xu Xia curled her lips, she still didn't believe it, was she worse than a child?!
Raising the pistol, she squinted one eye, took aim, and then pulled the trigger.
The pistol was more powerful than she imagined. Her hand shook and she almost dropped the pistol.
Xu Xia raised her gaze expectantly and looked at the electronic score screen.
On the screen, the red "0" did not move at all.
"What's going on?!" Xu Xia looked at Leng Zirui in confusion.
"Obviously, you didn't hit the target!" Leng Zirui said with a smile.
She didn't even hit the target, how bad is she?!
Xu Xia was unwilling to give in, picked up the gun again, and shot again.
Bang bang bang!
Three shots were fired in a row, but the scorer stubbornly showed 0 and did not move.
She just pursed her lips in anger, glanced at Leng Zirui, and was too embarrassed to ask him for help.
Leng Zirui raised the corner of his lips, walked behind her, raised his hand to hold her right arm, "Keep your arm flat, raise your left hand, hold the gun in both hands, feet apart, toes slightly outward, in line with the shoulder
Equal width, in this way, can protect the stability of the body, now, we learn to aim!"
He stretched out his hands from behind her, held her palms and the gun together, and put his face against the side of hers, "Relax your breathing, now, follow my command, breathe... breathe... breathe...
suck……"
His chest was pressed against her back. Through the thin clothes, you could clearly feel his solid chest and his slightly cool cheek against her face. Xu Xia was just flustered and how could she remain calm.
"Don't you singers pay attention to breath?" Leng Zirui took back his right hand and gently placed it on her lower abdomen, "You need to breathe abdominally, just like when you sing..."
Xu Xia bit her mouth and tried to calm herself down. Then she followed his instructions, breathed, and concentrated her energy.
"Very good..." Leng Zirui held her hands again and moved the pistol gently, "Not only must you use your eyes, but you must also look with your heart. Look carefully at the target. If there is a red heart there, treat it as yours.
Audience, don't be nervous...that's it...shoot..."
Xu Xia pulled the trigger and the bullet shot out of the gun.
The number on the scorer finally jumped, changing from 0 to 6.
"Not bad!" Leng Zirui glanced at the scorer, "Let's do it again!"
Finally hitting, Xu Xia's confidence greatly increased, and she immediately followed his instructions and aimed again.
Leng Zirui held her arm, watched her movements, and gently praised her in her ear, "Yes, that's it. If you think you're aiming, just shoot."
Xu Xia shot again.
The number on the scorer suddenly became 9.
"Nine rings!" Xu Xia turned around excitedly, "Leng Zirui, did you see that I got nine rings!"
"Very good." Leng Zirui was not stingy with his praise.
"Come again!"
Xu Xia raised her gun again, and Leng Zirui raised her arm to help her adjust her movements. After two shots, she had already found some feeling, and her movements seemed very standardized, so he basically didn't need to adjust.
When Xu Xia took aim, Leng Zirui naturally looked at her face.
The two of them were so close, he could clearly see the faint golden fluff on her face that was dimmed by the light. Her expression was very focused, just like the way she looked when she was playing the piano, beautiful and calm, her lips were slightly parted, and her lips were slightly apart.
Shining slightly, the slightly thick lips are particularly sexy and attractive.
