Lu Wanwan did as he said. After returning, he found teachers for Yisong and Xinrui.
Dance teachers and painting teachers are easy to find. Searching for "private tutors" online brings up a lot of them, and they all graduated from prestigious schools, but firearms teachers are not so easy to find.
Considering that the teaching subjects were all children, Lu Wanwan had to choose carefully.
Sitting in front of the computer, she suddenly recalled the shooting gallery she went to back then. There were professional shooting teachers there! Even Fang Tong, who is now a big star, once went there to practice marksmanship in order to film a police drama.
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Thinking of this, Lu Wanwan went to the shooting gallery in person while An An went back to his room to take a nap.
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Inside the shooting gallery.
Today is the weekend, there are many people practicing shooting in the venue, and the sound of gunshots can be heard all the time.
Lu Wanwan avoided the crowd, came to the front desk, and asked politely: "Excuse me, is your boss here?"
Two strong men with shaved heads were sitting at the front desk, with their arms folded and their eyes wide open, staring at the place.
Hearing this, one of them looked at Lu Wanwan and asked roughly: "Our boss is out, beauty, do you want to practice shooting?"
Lu Wanwan shook his head and said, "No, I want to hire a personal trainer."
"Private training?" The strong man looked Lu Wanwan up and down: "The tuition for private training is much higher than coming here to practice with a coach."
Lu Wanwan thought that if she brought Yisong here alone to practice shooting, it would be too partial and unfair to the other children in the treatment center. As a manager, she should be even-handed.
"Excuse me, how much does a private tutoring session cost?"
The strong man replied: "One class costs 3,000 yuan, and there are 4 classes a month. But don't worry, we provide teaching and skills here. As long as you are not too stupid, you can basically master how to shoot in a month. But can you?"
Shooting accurately is another matter."
After finishing speaking, the strong man lowered his head and found a form from the table, placed it in front of Lu Wanwan, and said: "If you want, just fill in the information here, and we will arrange a teacher for you to come to teach."
Lu Wanwan picked up the pen, but did not rush to fill in: "Do you teach a 10-year-old child?"
The strong man was stunned: "What did you say?"
Lu Wanwan asked again: "Can a 10-year-old child learn to shoot?"
After hearing this, the strong man waved his hand and said no.
"It's possible for adults to accidentally misfire, let alone children."
"Children practice guns? Never heard of it. Only those of us who are 18 years old can hold guns."
Lu Wanwan argued: "You are talking about holding a gun, and what I want is to learn how to use a gun. Isn't this a conflict?"
Yisong wanted to learn, so she provided him with the opportunity to learn. As for carrying a gun, Lu Wanwan had not lost his mind, so of course he knew better than to mess around.
The strong man sneered: "I said beauty, who are you? Why should we change the rules here for you?"
Even though she says she is Fu Shuo's ex-wife, she is just a free person now.
Lu Wanwan pursed her lips and said, "Okay, excuse me."
When Lu Wanwan turned around and passed a shooting range, he found a little boy holding a semi-automatic pistol and aiming sideways at a target ten meters away.
The coach behind him adjusted his posture and said, "Kid, you can shoot now."
The little boy fired ten shots in a row, then took off his goggles and said excitedly: "Coach, quickly move the target over and show me!"
After the coach moved the target over, the little boy pointed to the only small black dot on it, turned around and said happily: "Dad, Mom, I hit it!"
The parents of the little boy sitting on the chair said cheerfully: "My son is great. For your birthday this year, would you like your father to buy you a gun?"
Lu Wanwan took a look and saw that out of ten shots in total, only one was on the target.
But this does not prevent the coach from complimenting them: "Mr. Du, your son is only 9 years old this year and can hit the target. Soon, he will definitely become a sharpshooter!"