After practicing shooting for the whole morning, Jiang Fan's grades were too bad, so he continued to practice shooting in the afternoon. Zhao Bingqian said to Jiang Fan with a serious face: "If you practice shooting with your attitude, you will not be able to achieve results even if you practice for a hundred years!"
Jiang Fan smiled and said, "If I practice, will you be rewarded? For example, kiss one, or kiss one!"
Zhao Bingqian said angrily: "As long as you hit the bull's eye, I'll let you kiss me!" Zhao Bingqian was almost mad. This guy was not a good thing to play with guns at all! With Jiang Fan's current shooting level, he wouldn't even have a year of practice.
What a great progress.
Jiang Fan's eyes immediately shone and said, "Really! Keep your word!"
"Absolutely count! I'm afraid you don't have that ability!" Zhao Bingqian said with her hands on her hips, with a look of disdain on her face. She felt that Jiang Fan could not reach this level in a short period of time.
"Okay, I'll shoot it for you!" Jiang Fan immediately raised his gun and shot wildly, changing the magazine three times in a row. Finally, Jiang Fan shouted excitedly: "I shot, I shot!"
When Zhao Bingqian saw the target being shot, her nose was almost skewed, "You shot a fart! You asked you to shoot the target number one, but you shot the target number two. Is this counting?"
Jiang Fan blew into the steaming barrel and said, "You don't keep your word. You just said you were going to hit the bullseye, but you didn't say you were going to hit the bullseye!"
Zhao Bingqian was so angry that she trembled all over and said, "You, you are so confused and don't bother with you! Today's shooting training ends here!" Zhao Bingqian shook her hands and left angrily.
Jiang Fan shook his head helplessly, "Hey! This white tiger is really a tigress!"
Someone next to him immediately responded: "Zhao Bingqian is the most difficult person in the Dragon Group. She is gentle enough to you!" When Zhao Bingqian was angry, she entangled people and threw them on the ground, just like throwing sandbags.
No one dares to mess with Zhao Bingqian.
After leaving the Long Group headquarters, Jiang Fan found that there were no traffic vehicles around and immediately used the Maoshan Thousand Mile Express Technique. In a flash, he arrived at the door of Sun Menglan's house.
After knocking on the door, Sun Menglan saw that it was Jiang Fan, and excitedly pulled him and said coquettishly: "Hmph, you are here now. We have been waiting for you for a long time. We want to punish you. How do you think you should punish?"
After Jiang Fan entered the room, he found Gao Yaqian, Wang Yumei and Zhang Yanfen were all sitting in the living room, with joy on his face. Jiang Fan grabbed his scalp and said, "Uh, how do you think we should punish me?"
Gao Yaqian stood up, took a bottle of red wine and put it in front of Jiang Fan and said, "I will punish you to drink all this bottle of red wine!"
Damn! I want to get me drunk! No way! Jiang Fan turned his eyes, grabbed Gao Yaqian's hand with one hand, and snatched the bottle of red wine in Gao Yaqian's hand with the other hand, and bit the bottle of cork with his teeth.
This mouth starts to drink.
In the blink of an eye, the bottle of red wine drank to the sky. Jiang Fan held the bottle and smiled and said, "I've finished drinking it all!"
"Oh, why do I feel a little dizzy?" Gao Yaqian touched her forehead with her hands, her face a little red, as if she had drunk wine.
"Oh, Yaqian, why is your face red!" Sun Menglan said in surprise.
"I don't know, I feel a little dizzy, just like I've drunk red wine." Gao Yaqian said in confusion.
Jiang Fan, who was standing beside him, laughed secretly, and Sun Menglan immediately understood that it was Jiang Fan who was damned. "Jiang Fan, what have you done? Did you transfer the wine to Yaqian's body?"
Jiang Fan shook his head and said, "No, how could it be!"
"Hmph, you're so bad. Transfer a bottle of red wine to Yaqian!" Sun Menglan pounded Jiang Fan's shoulder with her hands.
Jiang Fan laughed and said, "Then transfer the red wine to you!" Jiang Fan grabbed Gao Yaqian's hand with one hand and Sun Menglan's hand with the other, silently reciting the Maoshan transfer spell.
Gao Yaqian immediately felt that her head was not dizzy, "Hey, she was not dizzy!"
Sun Menglan touched her forehead and said, "Oh, I'm dizzy! Jiang Fan, you bad guy!" She reached out and wanted to hit Jiang Fan, but Jiang Fan hugged her in her arms.
"Oh, what are you going to do!" Sun Menglan exclaimed, she was not used to being intimate in front of the sisters.
Jiang Fan laughed and said, "What are you doing? I want to punish you!" Jiang Fan picked up Sun Menglan and rushed into the bedroom. Gao Yaqian, Wang Yumei, Zhang Yanfen and others who were left in the living room immediately understood how Jiang Fan punished Sun Menglan, and each face was
It immediately became red.
A moment later, Sun Menglan's cry came from the bedroom: "Gao Yaqian! Wang Yumei! Zhang Yanfen! Come and save me!"
Gao Yaqian, Zhang Yanfen and Wang Yumei looked at each other and their faces became even more red, "Are we going in?" Gao Yaqian whispered.
"I, I don't know!" Zhang Yanfen lowered her head shyly.
"I, I don't know either!" Wang Yumei rubbed her clothes nervously.
Time flies very fast. Jiang Fan has been practicing shooting for seven days, but the shooting still has not made any progress. The shooting is almost the same as the first day. At the end of the day, thousands of bullets were shot, either off-target or hit other targets.
Good results will hit the brink of the target.
On the morning of the eighth day, Jiang Fan went to the sixth floor of the Long Group headquarters to continue practicing shooting. Zhao Bingqian's face was very bad, as if she hadn't slept at night.
"Instructor, what's wrong with you today? Didn't sleep well at night?" Jiang Fan said.
"What does it have to do with you! Less nonsense, practice more!" Zhao Bingqian said coldly.
Jiang Fan laughed and said, "Didn't you think I didn't sleep well all night?"
"Hmph, I don't know how thick you are. I will miss you! You dream!" Zhao Bingqian said disdainfully.
Jiang Fan didn't say anything and picked up the gun and started practicing shooting again. I don't know what happened. Jiang Fan practiced for several hours. Except for a few shots hit the edge of the target, the rest were off the target.
Zhao Bingqian beside him was speechless. When he saw Jiang Fan's indifferent look on his face, he felt angry when he dreamed that he bullied him last night, which made him not sleep well all night.
"What are you shooting? This kind of shooting method can never be shot at the bull's eye even if you practice for another thousand years! Shooting requires full concentration and practice of unity of body and mind. Look at your eyes, you are so lustful. How can you do it?
Cum!" Zhao Bingqian said angrily.
Jiang Fan laughed and said, "Sister instructor, don't worry. I have only practiced for seven days, so it's good to be able to hit the target. Do you think it's shooting that one!"
Zhao Bingqian's face turned slightly red and she glared: "I really don't understand why Team Leader Xu chose you to complete the task. You are full of dirty things! Now there are three days left before the ten-day deadline. If you shoot at the bull's heart
, I'll deal with it!"
Zhao Bingqian was very confident at first and thought that Jiang Fan was a craftable material, but these seven days of training completely disappointed her. Most people will gradually improve after seven days of practice. This guy has made no progress at all. He is not a shooting material at all!