Situ Qinglang pinched sweetheart's little bun's face, and felt quite sorry for her two thin little arms. Sweetheart sat on the ground, and he pulled her arm over and rubbed her.

"Are you tired?" he asked while massaging her muscles.

"Oh, don't mention it." Sweetheart said in frustration, "I seem to think of being a soldier too simply. I thought like my last performance, I could get started without training."

"Of course it's impossible. Talent is talent, but talent is very unstable. If you want to be able to practice, you must do the ten rings of guns, of course, you must practice like what I taught you and persist in practicing every day."

Sweetheart nodded and returned the gun to Qinglang. Don’t look at the little pistol as light as that, if you want to lift it steadily, you will have to sweat a lot.

After resting for half an hour, Situ Qinglang decided to give Tangxin two "sweet dates". He fired the gun and loaded the bullet, handed it to her and said, "Try shooting."

Sweetheart took it hesitantly, and Situ Qinglang reminded her: "According to the posture I taught you, the pistol has a little recoil, be careful."

Sweetheart stood up and stood in the "Weaver-style" shooting posture that Qinglang just now, raised his gun to face the target, and his arms were shaking constantly.

Situ Qinglang smiled: "Don't shake it."

"It's not what I want to shake! My hands hurt!" Sweetheart was very depressed.

She closed one eye and aimed at it, thinking that she was worried about him, so she raised her hand in a few "shot" and shot it.

The target was silent.

Sweetheart asked in wonder, "Where is my bullet?"

"Shooting away." Situ Qinglang was about to laugh so hard that his intestines were tied up.

"This is unscientific. I was obviously better than this before. Did I not even hit a single ring?" She couldn't believe her eyes!

"Yes, I didn't get on the target at all." Situ Qinglang held back his laughter, "You can just play it casually and shoot it all out."

Sweetheart was completely depressed, she didn't believe in this evil at all! So she gritted her teeth and hit her one by one. Finally, when the last bullet was fired, something jaw-dropping happened. She actually hit ten rings!

Situ Qinglang said "um" and looked at Tianxin unexpectedly: "You hit it."

"ah?"

"I hit the ten rings." Situ Qinglang took back the gun and looked her up and down with an incredible expression, "You are really talented."

"Is that so? I'll just say it!" Sweetheart jumped three feet high with excitement!

"Yes, I remember when I first shot, I only had the eight rings. I practiced to this level, and you are better than me." Situ Qinglang sincerely praised.

"I told you that I can do it! I'm very suitable for joining the army!" The fatigue of training was immediately replaced by the joy of just hitting the target. Sweetheart hugged Situ Qinglang, so happy that she couldn't extricate herself.

"It's not bad, let's go back. If you want, I can take you to practice frequently in the future." Situ Qinglang hugged her satisfied and walked out of the shooting range.

He restored the equipment to its original state, closed the door, and said to sweetheart: "There are a lot of things to train in the army. It's not just about walking around the military posture every day like your military training. Let's go, I'll take you to visit."

Sweetheart followed Situ Qinglang to another room, with several sandbags hanging inside. Looking through the darkness, it looked like people hanging upside down, a little scary.

"This is the fighting room, and you have to be here when practicing fighting. If you want to learn, I can teach you too."

"Is fighting like karate taekwondo?" Sweetheart poked the sandbag curiously.

"Of course not. Fighting is practical, and those things are not very practical."

Situ Qinglang stood in front of the sandbag, raised his foot, and threw the sandbag to the side, hitting the bridge of sweetheart's nose.

"Ah!" Sweetheart screamed, covering her face and taking two steps back.

Situ Qinglang was speechless: "You can't stand a little further?"

Sweetheart rubbed his nose: "Who knew you were so strong! I thought you were just a demonstration!"

She raised her foot and kicked the sandbag hatefully, but unexpectedly the sandbag hanging on the roof did not move at all.

"Look at your little strength." Situ Qinglang contempts, "If you want to practice, just kick the sandbag here for half an hour. This is how it is done every day. When will you reach the point where you can kick it away? It's almost done."

Sweetheart gritted his teeth and kicked several times, and Situ Qinglang whispered from the side: "Are you tickling the sandbag?"

"Annoying, why do you love to think so much!" Sweetheart was anxious and punched him.

The sandbag was thrown up and headed straight towards the clear and uncensored storefront.

Situ Qinglang bent his hands and said in surprise: "Okay, you don't have strength on your legs, but you have a lot of strength on your hands."

"That's necessary, otherwise how could he bend the iPhone 6 with bare hands!" Sweetheart was proud.

Situ Qinglang was amused and crying, and pulled sweetheart out: "You can just gasp for praise for your fatness. If you want to practice, how could you rely on both hands?"

"Then when did you teach me to fight? I think this seems cool too!" Sweetheart asked with eyes. She was so excited when she thought of the way she kicked the criminal with a gun in her hand!

Situ Qinglang patiently taught her: "Come on one thing, don't think about being fat in one bite. Besides, I just hope you can defend yourself. You should still put your studies first."

"I know, I'm very happy like this! But even if I learn to shoot, I can't carry a gun every day. How can I defend myself?"

Situ Qinglang couldn't help but touch his chin when he heard this: "What I said is, I always feel that it's better to learn slingshots than to learn shooting. Otherwise, I'll teach you to throw a dart."

"..." Sweetheart made up for the way he was holding a slingshot to hit the criminal, and it felt so weak.

It would be better if I didn't want it anymore. It sounded like throwing a dart was a little more powerful. At least that thing didn't look stupid, she thought very worriedly.

Situ Qinglang took Tang Xin out of the army unimpededly. Tang Xin got into the car. Situ Qinglang asked her: "What do you want to eat tonight? Take you out to eat?"

"Is it good to eat hot pot?" Sweetheart angrily into his palm, "It feels so cold."

"Can you go to the store where you took you and your classmates to have dinner last time? We just went home after dinner." Situ Qinglang asked for her opinion.

Sweetheart said there was no problem. Situ Qinglang drove in and the two chose a quiet position by the window to sit down. Situ Qinglang ordered dishes, and Sweetheart held a cup to warm his hands.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she opened her eyes wide and looked at the two people walking towards the hot pot restaurant, watching them sit down not far away.
Chapter completed!