"Do you think I aimed correctly this time?" Jiang Yuman asked in a low voice, not knowing what he had just done.
Fu Jingchen stood behind her and glanced at the bull's eye.
“You can go up a little further.”
While he reached out to help her adjust it, he continued to whisper beside her.
From the perspective of others, they would think he was talking about how to improve accuracy. Only Jiang Yuman heard what he said clearly, "Does your knee no longer hurt?"
"Hmm?" The topic was a bit far-fetched. Jiang Yuman paused before saying, "It doesn't hurt to walk anymore."
"Thanks to you for rubbing safflower oil on me."
Fu Jingchen did not answer immediately, perhaps because he was wondering how the effect of safflower oil could be so great.
"Oh, please help me look a few more times to see if my aim is accurate." Jiang Yuman's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Fu Jingchen was instantly distracted and started watching from the side.
You don’t know until you see it. After watching it several times in a row, I felt a little complicated.
When he was teaching his younger sister just now, he found that she had an extremely high level of understanding in aiming at the center of the target, which was already extremely rare.
I didn't expect my wife's aim could be so accurate.
In fact, aiming at the center of the bull's eye is not difficult, but the difficult part is the actual practice. After all, shooting will be affected by many factors.
But this is only the first step in the process of becoming a master, and it also lays the foundation for the lower limit of shooting performance to be not low.
Fu Jingchen accompanied her for a while, and occasionally when she deviated, he would help adjust.
During the period, he also talked about a lot of techniques he had figured out.
Jiang Yuman listened very carefully, and the two of them separated only when the training time of the Shenfeng Camp came.
Zhuang Wanbai, who was waiting on the side, came forward and said jokingly, "Teacher Yuman, I believe you have learned a lot this time."
The most powerful sharpshooter in the entire military region must have benefited a lot from his hands-on teaching for so long.
"Captain Zhuang, please stop teasing me."
Jiang Yuman was about to ask the female soldiers when they would leave when she noticed the sky outside.
After realizing it, he remembered Fu Siyi who was still sleeping in the office, and quickly said, "I'll go first, we'll talk about anything later."
"Yes." Zhuang Wanbai smiled and nodded.
Jiang Yuman took the script and hurried to the art troupe.
She was walking in a hurry, so naturally she didn't see Ji Fangshu and Wen Xin walking towards her from the other side.
But the other party had already noticed her.
"Is that the screenwriter teacher of the art troupe? Why is she at the shooting range?" Ji Fangshu asked the guard.
They had just come out of Commander Zheng's office. Because they didn't know the way, the commander's guard followed them.
How would the guard know?
He took a look at the female soldiers in the training ground and roughly guessed, "It should be the Qiwei Art Troupe training in there."
Wen Xin and Ji Fangshu looked at each other in surprise.
Considering the presence of the guards, they didn't say much.
When they arrived at the reception area for the leaders, Wen Xin asked, "How long is it until the extra-large military region parade? Why are they practicing shooting?"
"Why else could it be Qi? Since he couldn't choose a lead dancer, he has completely given up and switched to military training."
Thinking of what he heard from Jiang Wanxia, Ji Fangshu raised his head and a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
Su Wenzheng, ah, Su Wenzheng, it seems that you and your art troupe are going to be trampled under the feet of the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe again.
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