It's just past nine o'clock and the sky is already dark, but there are still many people walking on the street.

Bo Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Ruan Mian, who was standing in front of him with his arms spread out, as if he was about to take off in the next second.

Ruan Mian's gray hair was blown away by the wind, and a very cute circle was raised on the top of her head.

After watching for two seconds, Bo Yan reached out and smoothed his hair, repeating in a low voice, "Is it really okay to go anywhere?"

The straight boy Ruan Mian didn't know what Bo Yan was thinking. He nodded frankly and added, "If, if we can do something exciting, it would be even better!"

He needed to vent now, he needed something stimulating to fill his heart and brain and drive away all the unhappy emotions.

Bo Yan's eyes suddenly darkened. After a moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at the Yunhai Hotel which was nearby. He put the tip of his tongue on his back teeth and licked it silently.

There is a difference between stimulation and excitement. For Ruan Mian now, this kind of stimulation would probably scare him to tears.

The image of Ruan Mian sitting on the soft big bed, wearing his big T-shirt, with red eyes, emerged in his mind unconsciously.

Bo Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and he felt like a real beast.

Seeing that he remained silent, Ruan Mian reached out and tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Bo Yan came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and glanced at Ruan Mian's slender and white fingers, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Nothing, I was just thinking, thinking about where to take you."

Ruan Mian raised his little head and blinked his big eyes, "So have you thought about it now?"

"I've thought about it."

Bo Yan responded, then suddenly reached out and gently pinched Ruan Mian's fingers, then unlocked his phone and called a taxi.

Ruan Mian's fingers seemed to be burned, and he quickly retracted them and subconsciously hid them behind his back.

After two seconds, he tilted his head and coughed lightly, then asked with a stern face, "Where... where are we going?"

"Keep it secret for now," Bo Yan chuckled, "You'll know when you get there."

Ruan Mian was not dissatisfied with Bo Yan's keeping the secret. On the contrary, he actually enjoyed this unknown.

The unknown can bring excitement and surprises.

And it turned out that the place Bo Yan took him to was indeed a surprise.

It was a two-story building hidden in the suburbs of Haicheng, but its architectural style was very unique, Gothic. A sign was hung crookedly on the spire, with three large artistic characters on it - Shooting Gallery.

Ruan Mian's eyes widened. He turned his head and looked at Bo Yan, "You...you have been here before?"

Bo Yan said calmly, "Hmm," and said concisely, "I used to come here often before college."

Ruan Mian couldn't help but curl his lips.

Why is Bo Yan like this? Why are his hobbies so cool!

But as if he had guessed what he was thinking, Bo Yan pursed his lips and explained, "It's not a hobby, but just like what you are doing now, it's a very good way to vent your emotions."

Ruan Mian paused.

He really needed to vent his emotions now because there were too many things on his mind this evening that he found difficult to get rid of.

The inkstone can be thin...

Bo Yan said that he used to come here often to vent his emotions. So how much emotion did he want to vent?

In other words, how many sad times did he have to go through?

Bo Yan's words, "Neither my parents are good people," echoed in her ears unconsciously. Ruan Mian's eyes moved down and landed on the position above Bo Yan's belly button.

That's the pain of a thin inkstone piercing into the skin and flesh, agony.

"Let's go," Bo Yan gently patted Ruan Mian's shoulder, "Let's go in."

Ruan Mian came back to his senses, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but in the end he just responded with "OK".

There's no need to rush; they still have a lot of time to get to know each other slowly.

Entering the lobby on the first floor, Bo Yan took out a black card from his wallet and skillfully swiped it on the machine at the entrance.

Ruan Mian hurriedly followed him in.

The time displayed on the machine was 21:28.

Ruan Mian suddenly remembered something, "Is this place open at night?"

"Yes," Bo Yan nodded, "Open until two in the morning."

Ruan Mian was like a curious baby who went to an amusement park for the first time. He turned his big eyes around and couldn't help asking, "Is shooting really exciting?"

Bo Yan tilted his head to look at him and smiled. "You will know whether it is irritating or not after you feel it yourself."

Ruan Mian followed Bo Yan through a very long corridor and came to a heavy iron door.

Bo Yan stretched out his hand and knocked twice. A rough male voice soon came out from inside, "Wrong place, turn right if you want to play shooting. This room is not open to the public."

Bo Yan did not move, but said coldly: "It's me."

There was no sound from inside. A minute later, the heavy iron door was opened and a man with tattoos on his arms who looked very fierce walked out.

"Oh my god," the flower-armed elder brother looked at Bo Yan, "What kind of evil wind blew you here?"

Bo Yan's expression was still very calm. He tilted his head to look at Ruan Mian and said simply, "Bring your friends over to play."

The flower-armed elder brother seemed to have just noticed Ruan Mian. He fixed his eyes on Ruan Mian for a second and said "tsk tsk" repeatedly, "You are really good, you kidnapped such a good kid."

Ruan Mian: “…”

His little face puffed up and he wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to refute. Should he say that he was not obedient?

That sounds too weird.

Bo Yan squinted at the flower-armed elder brother, with a hint of warning in his eyes, "I didn't kidnap you. Watch your words."

"Besides," Bo Yan added for Ruan Mian, "he is not a good kid, but a cool boy."

Ruan Mian: “!”

Although what Bo Yan said made him very satisfied, but facing the big brother with tattooed arms in front of him, Ruan Mian really felt that he couldn't be cool!

How to put it, it's like a kitten pretending to be fierce in front of a big tiger!

The flower-armed brother was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, "Okay, okay, cool boy, have fun!"

As he said this, he wanted to raise his hand and punch Ruan Mian.

Ruan Mian was stunned for a second, then raised his hand with excitement in his eyes.

What a cool way to say hello!

But before his fist touched the fist of the brother with tattoos, it was suddenly covered by the big hand that Bo Yan stretched out.

"He has a bad aim," Bo Yan said without hesitation, "bad luck is contagious."

Brother with flower arms: “?”

I just completed ten consecutive hits, and you say my aim is not accurate?

But Ruan Mian actually believed it. Although he was also very curious as to why the owner of the shooting range could not hit the target accurately, he was still very polite and did not ask any more questions. He obediently let Bo Yan wrap his hands and apologized to the brother with tattoos with a very sincere smile.

This is his first time here, and he wants to show off his skills, so he can’t afford to have bad luck!

Brother with the tattooed arms was completely speechless. He just felt sad, very sad.

I haven't seen this kid Bo Yan for over a month, and he's even more vicious than before!

The flower-armed elder brother was too lazy to watch Bo Gou coax the child, so he walked out sideways. After two steps, he remembered something and asked casually, "Why didn't Xiao Han get up?"

Bo Yan paused for a moment before saying casually, "He's been busy chasing a girl lately, so he doesn't have time."

The man with the flowery arms gave Bo Yan a thumbs up and said, "When he catches up, remember to tell him to bring him along to play together." Then he strode away without stopping.

Ruan Mian followed Bo Yan into the venue. He watched Bo Yan bolt the door and felt that he had a lot of questions to ask. So after hesitating for a second, he raised his hand to rub his forehead and asked in order: "Do you know the brother with the tattooed arms just now?"

"Not bad," Bo Yan answered simply as he checked his equipment, "I helped him with a small favor before, and then we gradually became familiar with each other."

Ruan Mian thought of the appearance of Brother Flower-Armed, and the bandit-like aura he exuded when he spoke. His head automatically imagined a big drama, about how he helped in a fight, saved Brother Flower-Armed at the critical moment of life and death, and how they formed a deep brotherhood afterwards!

Seeing his expression change, Bo Yan laughed quietly, "Have you watched too many gangster movies? It's not what you think. There was a shooting competition before, and a contestant here suddenly canceled it. I happened to be there, so I took over and won the competition."

Of course, what Bo Yan didn’t say was that the truth was not much different from what Ruan Mian had imagined.

The existence of that match itself was because the tattooed man had a grudge against the other side, and the player who cancelled the match was also bribed by the other side. In this kind of match, no matter you win or lose, there will be trouble in the end.

But Bo Yan faced it anyway even though he knew there would be trouble, and he won beautifully. Of course, he got into trouble in the end, but he didn't suffer any loss.

Ruan Mian's attention was indeed diverted. He looked up at Bo Yan with sparkling eyes, and unconsciously had a hint of admiration in his eyes, "So are you good at shooting?"

No one can stand being stared at with such passionate eyes by the person you like.

What's more, Bo Yan considers himself a beast.

He suddenly looked away, reached out to take out a bottle of ice water from the freezer next to him, unscrewed the cap with one hand, tilted his head back and drank most of it in one gulp.

Before Ruan Mian could wait for Bo Yan's answer, she subconsciously watched him drink water.

I saw drops of water slowly sliding down his sharp jawline, rolling over his Adam's apple, and disappearing into his collar...

Ruan Mian didn't know what was wrong with him, and he subconsciously followed suit and made a swallowing motion.

So Bo Yan put down the ice water and found that Ruan Mian was looking at him more eagerly than before...

Bo Yan closed his eyes and said "fuck" in his heart. He opened his mouth to say something when he saw Ruan Mian lick his lips and said unconsciously: "Bo Yan, I'm thirsty too."

Ruan Mian's instant licking of her lips was endlessly stretched out and replayed in Bo Yan's mind, especially the pink tip of Ruan Mian's tongue...

The string that was tense in Bo Yan's head suddenly broke.

He did not get another bottle of water for Ruan Mian, but handed the bottle that he had drunk most of but still had the cap on to Ruan Mian.

Ruan Mian's brain was completely confused now, but he didn't lose his temper. He didn't even hesitate. He just reached out, took the bottle of water and brought it to his mouth.

The moment the ice water entered his throat, Ruan Mian finally came to his senses, and his movements suddenly froze.

Damn, isn’t this the water that Bo Yan drank?

Why did Bo Yan give it to him!

Why did he still drink?

He, he, he, is this considered an indirect kiss with Bo Yan?

Seeing that Ruan Mian was still, Bo Yan finally regained his composure. He showed a rare bit of unnaturalness on his face and whispered, "Sorry, I was distracted. I'll get you another bottle."

But after hearing what Bo Yan said, Ruan Mian's cool image returned. He didn't pause, but drank the rest of the water in one gulp. He threw the plastic bottle into the trash can. Ruan Mian raised his hand to wipe his mouth casually, pretending to be nonchalant, "No... No need! We are all boys, there's nothing wrong with drinking a bottle of water!"

What's more, they had shared a spoon before!

A faint smile appeared in Bo Yan's eyes. He handed the pair of goggles he had picked out to Ruan Mian, and then went to check the noise-cancelling headphones.

Ruan Mian put on goggles and watched Bo Yan's movements. He couldn't help but change the subject, "So, Han Yi, Han Yi has a partner?"

"Not yet," Bo Yan smiled, "He's still chasing."

I'm following too.

Ruan Mian said "Oh" and asked casually, "Is it beautiful?"

After all, Han Yi is very handsome, and he probably likes pretty girls.

Bo Yan paused for a moment before saying, "It's a boy."

Now it was Ruan Mian's turn to be stunned.

Han Yi...Han Yi actually likes boys too?

Remembering what Wen Tang had said before, Han Yi asked him to sketch together these two days, the straight boy Ruan Mian was rarely smart, and couldn't help but have a guess...

But he didn't ask directly. Instead, he decided to ask first when he got back - to ask Wen Tang first.

Seeing that he was silent, Bo Yan suddenly called out his name again: "Ruan Mian."

Ruan Mian tilted her head to look at him, "What?"

"Ruan Mian," Bo Yan called again and asked in a low voice, "What do you think about homosexuality?"

I don’t know why, but Ruan Mian inexplicably felt that Bo Yan asked this question not only because Han Yi was gay.

But as for the other reasons, Ruan Mian still couldn't figure it out for the time being. He just clenched his fingers subconsciously and said the truth: "No... I don't have any opinion. Love is equal."

Bo Yan raised his eyebrows, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, and said calmly, "That's good."

Ruan Mian was stunned. He was about to ask what he meant by "That's good", but before he could ask, Bo Yan waved at him and said, "Come here and try this headset."

Ruan Mian's attention was diverted again. He walked over obediently and stood beside Bo Yan, letting Bo Yan put on the noise-cancelling headphones for him. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Ruan Mian couldn't quite hear what Bo Yan said, so he subconsciously turned on one of his headphones and asked, "What did you say?"

Bo Yan repeated it again, and Ruan Mian shook his head and answered loudly: "I'm not feeling uncomfortable!"

Bo Yan felt relieved, walked to the side, and put on goggles and noise-canceling headphones himself.

The earphones are connected, so the two people can communicate normally.

Bo Yan pressed the red button at hand, and a disc popped out in front of him, facing Ruan Mian's position.

"For your first time," Bo Yan explained softly, "start practicing with this kind of fixed target."

Ruan Mian nodded and looked at the gun at hand, but he didn't know where to start.

As if seeing his dilemma, Bo Yan simply walked over and stood behind him.

Bo Yan stretched his legs forward and nudged Ruan Mian's feet with his feet. "Spread your feet apart, basically shoulder width apart."

Ruan Mian immediately did as he was told, and listened to Bo Yan's instructions: "Stand up straight and keep your center of gravity steady."

"Okay," Bo Yan confirmed that Ruan Mian's standing posture was basically fine before continuing, "You can hold the gun now."

Ruan Mian hurriedly raised the gun and stretched out his arm, but he didn't know if this was right.

Just as he was about to ask Bo Yan again, Ruan Mian suddenly felt a warm sensation on his shoulder.

Bo Yan was behind him, leaning over slightly, and stretched out his arm to hold Ruan Mian's hand holding the gun. He whispered in his ear: "Keep your shoulders inward, so it's easier to keep your arms stable."

Perhaps because the two of them were too close, Ruan Mian could hear both of Bo Yan's voices.

—Heavy is Bo Yan’s original sound, and the other —heavy comes through the headphones.

There is a strange sense of subtlety.

Ruan Mian's back was pressed against Bo Yan's chest, and Ruan Mian even felt that he could clearly feel Bo Yan's heartbeat.

At this moment, his heart couldn't help but become active, as if it had a hundred rabbits in its chest.

Bo Yan led Ruan Mian to pull the trigger. The moment the gunshot rang out, Ruan Mian heard two voices in her ears and felt that Bo Yan was like a mermaid who could bewitch people.

"Ruan Mian, how about it, do you find it exciting?"

The warm touch on the back became more and more distinct, and on the side of the face, there seemed to be a lingering stream of warm air sprayed out by Bo Yan's breathing, causing a fine and dense itchy feeling.

The hand held by Bo Yan felt as if it was burned, hot and burning.

Feeling his heart beating more and more, Ruan Mian closed his eyes, his voice trembling, "It's exciting, too exciting."

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