Jiang Yuman was doing serious work in a formal occasion. She was only uncomfortable for a moment, and then she focused all her attention on the position that Fu Jingchen aimed for her.
She stared at the bull's eye with extremely focused eyes. Her pretty profile was mostly hidden because of the angle, and there was an indescribable coldness and sharpness in her whole body.
Fu Jingchen's voice came from behind him slowly, "This is the position. Keep your breathing steady when you pull the trigger."
He guided her finger to the trigger.
Jiang Yuman moved her fingers along with his force and heard a "ding" sound, like the sound produced by the friction between machines, but it was not loud.
"So this is an empty gun?" She turned around and looked at Fu Jingchen, with excitement still in her eyes.
Even if there is nothing inside, this novel feeling is still intoxicating.
"Um."
Fu Jingchen lowered his eyes and looked at her. "The cultural group has been training with empty guns these days. Starting tomorrow, they will use special blank bullets."
Seeing her curiosity, he explained again, "We are not."
The training items for the Shenfeng Battalion are of high difficulty. It is impossible to get feedback just by aiming, and blank ammunition needs to be used in every link.
Jiang Yuman nodded. Even though the gun was empty, it did not affect her interest. She tried it several times without getting tired of it.
When she was aiming, Fu Jingchen was watching beside her. If she was not aiming correctly, he would reach out to help her adjust it.
The two of them stared at the bull's-eye with the same serious expression, and only when they occasionally looked at each other would they show a little tenderness.
Where had the people in the Shenfeng Camp ever seen such a scene?
Everyone looked at each other, and finally focused their attention on them.
"The battalion commander's sister was very accurate in her aim just now. The battalion commander is trying to lead my sister-in-law in the direction of hitting the target every time."
Fan Qiang said: "Is the battalion commander real? He can hit the ten rings every time he shoots while moving. He is a god. He can hit the ten rings on a fixed target like this with his eyes closed, right?"
Ma Lao understood what he meant in a second, "Exactly, you are still so unsure about helping your sister-in-law adjust. Tsk tsk tsk, it takes our battalion commander to pretend!"
"Speaking of which," someone didn't react, shaking his head and sighing, "When we practiced before, we couldn't aim well, so why didn't we get this treatment?"
"You are dreaming. Dreams contain all kinds of things."
During the break, several people gathered together to discuss, with smirks on their faces from time to time.
Liu Yucheng was sitting on the side listening. When he saw something, he coughed several times.
"Liu Dazui, why are you coughing in such hot weather? Don't tell me you are so weak." Fan Qiang looked at him with a teasing look.
Everyone else laughed.
"You are the weak one." Liu Yucheng was almost mad at him.
Listen to what these people are saying?
He gave them a cold look before motioning them to look in Fu Jingchen's direction.
Everyone followed his gaze and met Fu Jingchen's deep gaze.
“…….” Both parties looked at each other without saying anything.
After they realized what was happening, they were like ducks with their necks clamped. They couldn't hold back their words, and quickly scratched their heads and dispersed tactfully.
As if trying to cover up something, they all wandered around to see how the other female soldiers were doing.
The practice is going well. If there is something wrong, I will go forward and give detailed guidance.
The physical fitness of the art soldiers is trained by the division itself. The art troupe has been in the 10th Division for so long. If they come last in the military district competition, wouldn't it be a loss of face for the 10th Division?
As the main force of the 10th Division, their Shenfeng Battalion has a strong sense of collective honor and is willing to do small things within their capacity.
Of course, another reason is that teaching female soldiers is one of the few times when everyone can relax.
…
Fu Jingchen watched them disperse before turning around and continuing to control the aiming direction for Jiang Yuman.
"Do you think I aimed well this time?" Jiang Yuman asked again 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 bit."
He reached out to help her adjust it while continuing to whisper to her.
From the perspective of others, they would think he was talking about how to improve accuracy. Only Jiang Yuman heard clearly what he said, "Doesn't your knee hurt?"
"Hmm?" The topic was a bit far-fetched. Jiang Yuman paused before saying, "It doesn't hurt to walk today."
"Thanks for rubbing safflower oil on me."
Fu Jingchen didn't answer immediately, perhaps because he was thinking about how the effect of safflower oil could be so good.
"Okay, help me look a few more times to see if I can aim accurately." Jiang Yuman's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Fu Jingchen came back to his senses instantly and watched 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 little sister just now, he found that she had a very high level of understanding in aiming at the center of the target, and it was already extremely rare to be able to do so.
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 difficulty lies in the actual practice. After all, shooting is affected by many factors.
But this is only the first step to success, which will lay the foundation for the shooting performance to be high.
Fu Jingchen stayed with her for a while, and occasionally when she deviated, he would help adjust.
During this period, he also said that he had figured out many skills by himself.
Jiang Yuman listened very carefully, and they separated only when the Shenfeng Camp's training time came.
Zhuang Wanbai, who was waiting on the side, came up to greet her and said in a funny tone, "Teacher Yuman, I believe you have learned a lot this time."
The most powerful sharpshooter in the entire military region taught me step by step, so I must have benefited a lot.
"Captain Zhuang, please don't tease me."
Jiang Yuman was about to ask the female soldiers when they would go back when she noticed the sky getting darker.
Later, he remembered that Fu Siyi was still sleeping in the office, and hurriedly said, "I'll go back first. We'll talk about anything in person."
"Okay." Zhuang Wanbai nodded with a smile.
Jiang Yuman took the script and hurried back to the cultural 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 has already noticed her.
"Is that the screenwriter teacher from the literary group? Why is she at the shooting range?" Ji Fangshu asked the guard.
They had just come out of Commander Zheng's office. Since 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 because the cultural group is 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 returned to the leadership reception, Wen Xin asked, "How long is it until the extra-large military district parade? Why are they practicing shooting?"
"What else could it be? Since they couldn't choose a lead dancer, they've completely given up and switched to training their military skills."
Thinking of what he heard from Jiang Wanxia, Ji Fangshu raised his head with a slight smile on the corners of his lips.
Su Wenzheng, ah, Su Wenzheng, it seems that you and your Wen Troupe are going to be trampled under the feet of the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe again.
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