On the sixth day of filming "Military Star Class", the male guests finally got the shooting training they had been longing for - this was the only day during the filming process where they could touch live ammunition guns. Although the guns were loaded with blanks and each person only had the opportunity to fire ten rounds, everyone was still very excited.
However, before touching live ammunition, there are still shooting theory classes and dry gun aiming training.
The live-fire shooting that the star class will experience this time includes two types: prone rifle shooting and standing pistol shooting. After the theoretical class, the guests were taken to the shooting range to practice aiming the 100-meter rifle with an empty gun.
The arm strength required for prone shooting is not as high as that for standing shooting, but you still need to hold the gun handle firmly and press the buttstock tightly against your shoulder.
"The recoil of a rifle is very strong. If you don't hold the butt firmly, you may get hurt when shooting." The shooting instructor explained the theory while giving instructions one by one. "So, when aiming, your arm cannot be relaxed, and the fingers holding the handle must be strong... No, the index finger pulling the trigger must be relaxed, and the hand holding the gun must be strong... Tsk, don't relax it completely!"
Jiang Qiulin's face was full of helplessness: "I can't separate them. If I use force, all my fingers will exert force. If I relax my index finger, all of them will relax..."
The instructor was also quite speechless: "You can't hold the gun steadily like this, you can't shoot accurately and run away."
But Jiang Qiulin was not the only one who held the gun in an incorrect manner, and he certainly could not hold artists to the same standards as soldiers.
After lying down for a while and correcting their gun-holding posture a few times, the instructor asked the guests to stand up and wait at the back.
The instructor stepped forward and loaded a magazine into a rifle, then called the guests forward in order to conduct live-fire shooting practice.
Chu Yinlong stepped forward and lay down behind the bunker, holding the rifle tightly. Beside him, an instructor was squatting on the right, and a shooting instructor was standing behind him on the left, guarding closely and not leaving any chance for the guests to create any accidents.
Of course, this was also a special request from the program team for safety reasons.
Chu Yinlong held his breath, aimed at the bull's eye in the distance, and slowly pulled the trigger.
Bang!
There was a loud noise in the shooting range, which scared several guests waiting at the back so much that they covered their ears.
"Oh my God! The gunshot was so loud?!" Yi Bailu almost shrank behind Sun Qi.
"This sound is much louder than firecrackers..." Cheng Zhiyi also sighed.
"...It's over. I'm suddenly a little scared." Zhang Xiaoyuan's face suddenly fell.
After firing five bullets from the rifle, Chu Yinlong still felt unsatisfied. He stood up reluctantly and rubbed his ears with his hand.
The young soldier who reported the target ran to the target, changed the target paper, then ran back quickly and handed Chu Yinlong's target paper to him.
Chu Yinlong took a look and coughed lightly in embarrassment.
Jiang Dao was not afraid of offending him, and asked with a smile: "How is it, Teacher Chu? How many rings did you get?"
Chu Yinlong did not hide anything and reluctantly showed the target paper in front of the camera and guests. The bullet holes on the human-shaped target paper were almost all distributed in the corners, and the five bullets had only 36 rings in total.
"That's pretty good," the instructor said. "It's your first time using live ammunition, and you didn't miss the target."
"Well, I've only practiced holding a gun when filming movies before." Chu Yinlong said as he folded the target paper and put it in his pocket.
Afterwards, Jiang Qiulin came on stage and very "cooperatively" explained why the instructor said "it's good as long as you don't miss the target" - there were only three bullet holes on his target paper, and the other two bullets were nowhere to be found.
Cheng Zhiyi's situation was similar. Since he didn't hold the gun strong enough, he couldn't control the recoil. In the end, only two bullets hit the target. The butt of the gun hurt his shoulder, and he rubbed it for a long time with a grimace in his face.
Next it was Jiang Dao's turn. He lay on the ground that was a little warm from the sun, holding the rifle, habitually resting the butt of the gun on his shoulder and leaning his cheek against the hand holding the gun.
His eyes passed through the gap, the crosshairs, and the bull's eye. He hesitated for a moment and did not fire. Instead, he looked back at Chu Yinlong.
Chu Yinlong stood behind him and waved his fist at him: "Come on!"
So... do you want to show your true strength?
Or will he continue to secretly let the opponent win like he did last time when he played darts on the show?
Being good at darts can be attributed to daily practice, but how do you explain getting a good result on your “first” shot?
Considering it rationally, Jiang Dao certainly understood that he should hide his shortcomings and at most achieve a result similar to Chu Yinlong's.
But he was somewhat expectant in his heart, wanting to show a more complete and dazzling self in front of Chu Yinlong. Even if it would arouse curiosity and suspicion, he didn't want to hide his true self where others couldn't see him.
"Don't be afraid." The instructor next to him thought Jiang Dao was afraid of the gunshot, so he whispered to encourage him, "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Jiang Dao curled his lips and smiled at the instructor: "Thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his gaze back, his eyes sharp, pointed straight at the target along the notch of the crosshairs, slightly retracted his index finger, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, Jiangdao's face remained calm, and he fired the remaining four bullets in succession.
Soon, the young soldier who reported the target came back with Jiang Dao's target in his arms, looking shocked.
Jiang Dao picked up the target paper and proudly showed it to Chu Yinlong - two shots hit the ten rings on the head, two shots hit the ten rings on the chest, and one shot was slightly off, hitting the nine rings on the left chest.
"Oh, 49 rings, this is a very good result even in the army!" The shooting instructor couldn't help but exclaimed.
The instructor looked around the five bullet holes on the target paper, then looked at Jiang Dao, and finally praised him lightly: "Very good."
"Fuck! Xiaodao!" Cheng Zhiyi came over to look at the target paper and was immediately shocked, "How did you hit it?!"
"I said I was just guessing, do you believe it?" Jiang Dao asked with a smile.
"Then I definitely don't believe it!" Cheng Zhiyi curled his lips, "Have you ever practiced shooting in the club?"
"Guess?" Jiang Dao didn't give a direct answer.
Not far away, Sun Qi's gaze moved away from the target paper and fell on Jiang Dao, and the heat in his eyes seemed to rise a little more.
She was about to go forward and say something, but she saw Jiang Dao folding the target paper casually, turning his head and smiling brightly at Chu Yinlong: "Teacher Chu, how is it? Are you surprised?"
Chu Yinlong smiled helplessly, as if he wanted to reach out and rub Jiang Dao's head, but in the end he patted his shoulder instead: "Is this a surprise or a shock? When did you learn to shoot?"
Jiang Dao laughed and winked at Chu Yinlong: "Guess?"
Sun Qi paused, remained silent for a moment, and looked at Wu Rui.
Wu Rui shrugged and spread his hands, giving her a look that said "what did I say?"
Soon, the male guests finished shooting and it was the female guests' turn.
This is even more fun - Zhang Xiaoyuan was afraid of the sound of gunfire, so he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger the whole time. After firing five bullets, he turned around and ran away. As a result, there was not a single bullet hole on the target paper; Sun Qi was not afraid, and fired five bullets with a standard posture and a cold face. When he looked at the target paper, there was still no bullet hole; Yi Bailu was weak and could not withstand the rifle. When he was finished, he pulled open his collar with a sad face and found that his shoulders were red...
Fortunately, Wu Rui saved some face for the female guests and performed well. Four bullets hit the target and she scored a total of 29 rings, ranking third.
After the rifle and gun target shooting, the morning training was also over.
On the way to the cafeteria, the shooting instructor was still chatting with the instructor about what happened before: "I have to say, Jiang Dao's hands are really steady. It's rare for someone to be able to shoot like this on their first try..."
"The first time? I'm afraid not." The instructor shook his head. "Do you still remember his target paper? The only shot that deviated to the left should have been a test shot. The west wind was blowing quite hard today, so his first shot deviated a little bit. The remaining four shots were in the ten rings of the head and chest respectively. In other words, in the subsequent four shots, he adjusted his aim at least once and did not make any mistakes."
The instructor laughed again and said, "Good marksmanship is almost always developed through bullets, unless he is truly a shooting genius. But seeing that he was not surprised at all when he got the target paper, I am more inclined to believe that he has practiced shooting."
Hearing this, the instructor nodded: "That's right, there are many rich people in the entertainment industry, and there are shooting clubs outside now, so it's not surprising that he has practiced.
In the afternoon, standing pistol shooting training has higher requirements on physical fitness and strength. The empty gun used for training gun holding posture weighs almost two kilograms. It must be held horizontally in the hand without shaking. In addition, there will be recoil when firing, which is a test of arm strength and grip strength.
Fortunately, the star class was shooting at a ten-meter target, which was close and the target paper was still in the shape of a human. Everyone's results were generally better than in the morning, and Jiang Dao even got a perfect score of fifty rings with five bullets.
According to the instructor, if such an achievement were placed in a recruit company, the student would be awarded a certificate and commended.
"Hey, how about we hold a commendation meeting for you?" Cheng Zhiyi put his arm around Jiang Dao's shoulder and said with a smile, "After dinner, let's organize something in the open space of the camp? I'll draw a certificate for you?"
"Forget it!" Jiang Dao slapped him away in disdain and said with a smile, "I won't lose this person."
After all, with the number of times he had "practiced" shooting, let alone compared with the people in the star class, even if he was thrown into the recruit company, it would still be a bully - he had only shot at "moving targets" on the battlefield before. Some mutant beasts had thick and tough shells, and he had to hit the same position with every shot, and it often took several shots to kill them.
In comparison, standing still and shooting at fixed targets in a comfortable environment is not a challenge for him. He would feel embarrassed if he were to be commended.
Next, it was time for the entertainment competition that everyone was looking forward to.
Today's competition is of course also related to shooting, of course, not with live ammunition guns, but with water guns.
The program team set up two three-meter-high boards in the open space of the shooting range, and hung calligraphy practice blankets that changed color when exposed to water as "target paper" on the boards. There is a line five meters away from the target paper, in front of the line there is a chair, and behind the chair there is a fixed water gun.
When the entertainment game begins, members of each team take turns sitting on chairs. The members at the back hold water guns and write words on the target paper according to the text cards given by the "host" instructor, until the member on the chair in the front guesses the word and the next person takes over.
The team that takes the least time to guess all ten words wins.
In the previous two days, one day the entertainment competition was replaced by camping and cooking, and one day not all members could participate in the fighting game. On this day, there was finally an interesting enough entertainment competition. The members of the star class were also very excited and were eager to win again from the warrior class.
The competition started soon, and Chu Yinlong was the first to guess the word.
Jiang Qiulin stood behind him, looking at the word "国" clearly written on the card, with a confident look on his face - how could he not write such a simple word well?
As it turned out, he really wasn't good at writing.
"Oh my god! This water gun doesn't have enough range! Are you asking me to write with a parabola?"
Jiang Qiulin was yelling, and suddenly he touched some button. The water flow from the water gun, which was originally weak and powerless, suddenly gushed out violently, leaving a large wet mark on the target paper opposite.
The situation of the soldiers next to them was not much better. The sharpshooters who were originally able to shoot wherever they pointed were unable to deal with the strange water guns. A group of young soldiers were so anxious that they beat their chests and stamped their feet:
"Hey, move up a little! The water will fall in an arc!"
"If you push harder on the trigger, it will go further! Push harder!"
"It's a mess! What can you guess?!"
After all, the star class has participated in more variety shows and seen more scenes. Jiang Qiulin quickly mastered the use of the water gun. He drew a crooked square on the target paper and then filled it with things.
As soon as he drew a horizontal line in the frame, Chu Yinlong immediately started to guess: "Country?"
"That's right!" Jiang Qiulin put down the water gun and clapped his hands.
Then Chu Yinlong gave up his seat, Jiang Qiulin sat down on the chair and waited for Cheng Zhiyi to write.
Cheng Zhiyi's grunting left water marks all over the wall.
Finally, when the warrior team finally guessed the first word, Jiang Qiulin blurted out: "Body?"
Cheng Zhiyi almost jumped up: "That's right! Next one!"
Jiang Dao stepped forward, holding the water gun, and tried the water flow at the corner first. Sure enough, the intensity of the water was very strange, but there was no good way, so he could only go on.
He turned over the card and saw the word "Gu" written on it. He immediately felt a headache - this character was too troublesome. It had no structural characteristics and the strokes were very concentrated. If the water gun was not controlled well, it would become a mess.
Cheng Zhiyi was not idle either. From the moment Jiang Dao "wrote" the first stroke, he started to make random guesses. Not only did he make Jiang Dao want to slap him on the head, but even the squad of soldiers next to him were affected and started to learn to shout.
Amid the chaos, Jiang Dao finally drew a rough shape on the target paper. Cheng Zhiyi guessed three times in a row and actually guessed the word "Gu". He was immediately overjoyed.
After that, Jiang Dao quickly guessed the word "Li" written by Lin Chu, and then the star class won one victory after another, ending this "shooting" entertainment game with a speed three words ahead of the warrior class.
Seeing the soldiers in the squad looking dejected, Sun Qi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Protecting the country, standing tall and proud... our words and theirs seem to be able to form an idiom?"
After he said this, everyone finally reacted and immediately recalled what they had written and began to compare it with the soldiers' class.
"Really?! What are you fighting for?"
Yuwen Feiyang simply picked up the card with the words on it and asked the warrior class to piece it together.
Finally, everyone arranged the cards to form five idioms - defending the country, being loyal and steadfast, marching forward courageously, risking one's life, and standing tall and upright.
Looking at the five idioms placed side by side on the table, the star class didn't feel anything, but in the warrior class, some more emotional children already had tears in their eyes.
"You deserve these five idioms." Chu Yinlong said with a smile, "We can play games so easily here because you are silently guarding us. The win or loss of this game is not important, because I believe that you will win every battle in places where you are needed more!"
"Victory in every battle!" Jiang Dao shouted.
Immediately, everyone in the star class laughed and shouted, "Win every battle!"
In the soldier class, some naughty little soldiers also shouted along: "Victory in every battle!"
In the end, everyone smiled at each other and no longer cared about the outcome of the entertainment competition.
…
The sixth day of filming was completed, and the formal training of "Military Star Class" was also over.
A very simple graduation ceremony is scheduled for the morning of the seventh day, plus the half afternoon when just arriving at the military camp, and the real military camp life of the soldiers filmed by Group B. These contents will be edited into 12 episodes, just enough for one season.
At noon, the celebrity class and the program crew officially evacuated the military camp. The guests gathered in a nearby city for lunch, took a group photo, and then left with their agents or assistants.
Sitting in Chu Yinlong's business car, Jiang Dao immediately relaxed, nestled in the seat like a boneless person, and asked with a smile: "Then can we go and adopt a big dog?"
Chu Yinlong looked at him sitting in an awkward position and said helplessly: "Why did you sit so straight in the military camp? Why do you sit like this when you get in my car?"
Jiang Dao smiled and said, "That's a military camp, not here. How can it be the same?"
As he spoke, he looked around the car, reached out to pull up the partition between the back seat and the driver's seat, and closed the curtains.
Then he leaned close to Chu Yinlong's ear and lowered his voice: "Do you want something exciting?"
Chu Yinlong felt his heart suddenly tremble and his breath suddenly became hot.
Jiang Dao kissed him while unbuckling his belt, then slowly crouched down...
After all, they helped each other and had some fun in the car. After it was over, Chu Yinlong regained his senses and felt that he had gone a little too far.
He was originally a very restrained person, especially in that aspect, and he had never indulged himself before he met Jiang Dao. But now, he even dared to do something wrong in the car, Jiang Dao really could not escape the blame.
Chu Yinlong rubbed Jiang Dao's head with a helpless look, helped them tidy up their clothes, and opened the car window a little.
Jiang Dao leaned on Chu Yinlong's legs contentedly, got into a comfortable position, and hummed, "I'm tired, I'll take a nap."
Chu Yinlong gently combed his hair with his fingers and said softly, "Go to sleep."
The car drove smoothly on the highway. It wasn't bumpy, but there was still some shaking.
As Jiang Dao's cell phone was shaking, it slowly slipped out of his pocket and was about to fall into the gap between the car seats. Chu Yinlong simply reached out and took it out, preparing to put it in the groove of the door handle.
As luck would have it, Jiang Dao's phone suddenly vibrated and a WeChat push notification popped up.
The message came from Sun Qi: "Jiang Dao, I am looking forward to being with you in the future..."
The following text has been omitted due to the length of the push.
Chu Yinlong stared at the half message for a while, until the screen dimmed, then he gently placed the phone into the car door groove.
After sleeping for about forty minutes, Jiang Dao woke up, stretched out his hand and pulled the fingers on his chest, his voice slightly hoarse: "I was wondering why I dreamed that I was pressed in the water by a big rock, why were you pressing your hand on my chest..."
Chu Yinlong turned over his palm and interlocked his fingers with Jiang Dao. With his other hand, he picked up Jiang Dao's cell phone and handed it to him.
"Huh?" Jiang Dao took the phone, confused.
"It almost slipped out of your pocket, so I kept it for you." Chu Yinlong said casually.
Jiang Daoman didn't care. Seeing the new message reminder, he didn't guard against Chu Yinlong. He still leaned on his legs, unlocked the screen casually, and clicked on the message sent by Sun Qi——
"Ejima, I look forward to working with you again in the future. You are a very good artist."
Jiang Dao read the message silently, did not reply, exited WeChat directly and locked the screen.
Chu Yinlong asked: "Why don't you reply to the message?"
Jiang Dao just laughed: "I can't help it. There's a jealous person at home. I can't just reply to other people's messages casually... Hey, have you seen it a long time ago? Are you waiting for me here?"
Seeing that Chu Yinlong didn't answer, Jiang Dao sat up and leaned close to the man's ear to ask, "Are you so insecure about me? Are you afraid that I'm popular with both men and women?"
Chu Yinlong smiled bitterly: "Yes, I'm afraid that you will use the means you used to seduce me on others..."
Jiang Dao blinked, sat up straight, faced Chu Yinlong, and asked, "Do you still think that I slept with you too easily, so you are afraid that I will also slept with others casually like that?"
After a moment of silence, Chu Yinlong raised his hand and stroked Jiang Dao's cheek, smiling helplessly: "I know rationally that you won't, but I still can't help but think too much. Your attitude towards sleeping with others...does make me feel a little insecure. Of course, I am willing to believe you, but..."
"...It's just," Jiang Dao grabbed Chu Yinlong's hand, smiling, and said softly, "You are too afraid of losing me, I know."
After all, love is a collision and adjustment between two different individuals. It is inevitable to have various emotions when getting along with each other. If these emotions are kept in the heart for a long time, they may cause an irreversible explosion one day. It is better to be honest with each other and express your emotions. It will be easier to find the most balanced point between the two of you.
Jiang Dao hugged Chu Yinlong's neck and whispered in his ear, like a succubus seducing people to fall: "Teacher Chu is so afraid of losing me, here is a better way than jealousy, such as... making me have no energy to seduce others? Hmm?"
Chu Yinlong grabbed Jiang Dao's waist and said, "You really are——"
"——You don't know what's good for you!" they said in unison.
…
In the evening, the business car returned to Yan City.
After giving bonuses and two days of vacation to the two assistants who had followed the filming of the program throughout, Chu Yinlong sent them away, closed the door, turned around, grabbed Jiang Dao's wrist, and took him all the way to the bedroom on the second floor.
This night was clearly not going to be peaceful.
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