Teach you step by step
Dawn came quietly, and at six o'clock the next morning, Lu Yu went out quietly again.
This time, he not only brought back a cup of warm milk and a vegetable bun, but also a small bottle of purified water and a small pack of soda crackers.
He still placed breakfast on the public table, and placed the bottle of water and biscuits next to the breakfast.
After doing all this, Lu Yu went to wash up.
When he came back, the breakfast, water and biscuits on the table were gone.
The side pocket of Shi Guang's backpack was bulging with a bottle of water and a pack of biscuits.
Lu Yu's mood brightened instantly, like the sky after rain. He didn't show any unusual reaction, but simply whistled, packed up his things, and prepared for another day of training.
He felt that his Plan B was quietly taking effect in the way he had hoped. This kind of caring, like hearing thunder in silence, not only avoided direct conflict, but also accurately delivered his kindness to the extremely vigilant feline.
Although, the feline has not given him any positive feedback so far.
In the dormitory, Fat Jiang let out his first painful groan, like a stranded whale, his bones shattering with every turn. "My legs... my waist... I feel like I've been beaten all night by ten strong men..."
"Exaggerated." Sun Rui, already dressed and doing a standard set of stretching exercises, pushed up his glasses and calmly analyzed, "According to lactate threshold theory, your soreness will peak in 48 hours. I recommend supplementing your potassium today, such as eating bananas."
Lu Yu had already packed up. He looked at Fatty Jiang's miserable state and sneered mercilessly, "Who told you not to apply the plaster last night?"
As he spoke, his eyes seemingly casually glanced at Shi Guang's desk. He was quietly tidying up his things. Although his movements were a little slower than usual, they didn't seem as exaggerated as those of Fatty Jiang. Lu Yu's inner elation flared up like a small flame, but he quickly suppressed it.
Today's training project is the live-fire shooting that all the boys are secretly looking forward to.
The bus took the freshmen to a semi-open shooting range on the outskirts of the city. The yellow earth, the camouflage netting, the air thick with the faint scent of gun oil and gun smoke, the solemn atmosphere causing everyone to put aside their usual playfulness.
The instructors' expressions were more serious than usual. After explaining in detail the essentials of holding the gun, aiming, and firing, as well as the safety rules that must not be violated, the students began to practice shooting in groups.
When it was the turn of the first platoon of the seventh company, most people were a little nervous.
Lu Yu was the first. He performed with ease, from testing the gun to lying down, holding the gun, and aiming. The entire set of movements was smooth and flowing, full of power and a trustworthy calmness.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang and a slight recoil, the bullet hit the bull's eye area accurately.
"9 rings! Not bad!" The instructor in charge of recording the results announced the results.
Lu Yu stood up and dusted himself off. When he returned to the team, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Shi Guang.
He saw Shi Guang looking intently at the shooting range, and a hint of curiosity seemed to be revealed in his calm eyes.
Next, the students came forward one after another, with some doing well and some not. Fatty Jiang, due to his shaking hands, nearly hit the target next to him, earning him a scolding from instructor Zhou Hai.
Finally, it's time.
He walked forward and lay down like the others, but he was too thin, and his prone position looked a little frail, and the rifle, which seemed a bit heavy to him, made his slender wrists look a little strained.
"Aim! Three points in a straight line!" Zhou Hai shouted instructions from the side.
Shi Guang tried to adjust his breathing and aligned his sights with the target, but he had obviously underestimated the recoil of the gun.
"Bang!"
The loud noise and the force of the rifle butt hitting his shoulder jolted him back, sending a tingling pain through his shoulder. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the target was empty—he had missed it.
A very light but harmless laugh rang out in the team.
Shi Guang's cheeks felt a little hot for a moment. He pursed his lips, said nothing, and prepared to shoot for the second time.
"Stop!" Zhou Hai walked over with a frown. "You! Your posture is wrong. Your shoulders aren't holding the fire, and your wrists are loose! If you keep fighting like this, even ten more bullets would be wasted!"
He glanced at the team, his eyes set on Lu Yu. "Lu Yu! Come here! Teach your classmates the proper gun-holding posture!"
Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat.
Under everyone's gaze, he walked forward and came to Shi Guang's side.
"Instructor, how do we teach?" Lu Yu asked deliberately.
"Teach me step by step!" Zhou Hai said unhappily.
Lu Yu tried hard to suppress the strange emotions in his heart. He took a deep breath and squatted behind Shi Guang.
In order to adjust his posture, he had to get very close, his chest almost touching Shi Guang's back, his arms wrapped around Shi Guang's body, one hand covering his hand holding the butt of the gun, and the other hand to adjust his elbow supporting the gun.
This is a position that is almost like a half hug.
Shi Guang's body instantly stiffened like a stone. He could clearly feel the warmth of another person behind him, and the sound of Lu Yu's steady, powerful breathing filled his ears. Besides the smell of gunpowder, his nostrils also carried the refreshing scent of lemon, Lu Yu's unique character.
"Push your shoulders forward and use the muscle below your collarbone to support the butt of the gun. Don't be afraid of the pain." Lu Yu's voice was low, with a steady magnetism, ringing in his ears, "Lock your wrists tightly, don't shake."
Lu Yu's palm was large and powerful, completely covering Shi Guang's hand. He could feel the sweat in Shi Guang's palm and the slight trembling.
"Relax," Lu Yu lowered his voice again, "Trust me. Look at the crosshairs, and shoot when I tell you to."
I don’t know if it was because Lu Yu’s tone was too convincing, but Shi Guang’s tense body miraculously relaxed a little.
He refocused his gaze on the target in the distance.
"Okay... now, exhale and shoot!"
"Bang!"
This time, when the gunshot rang out, Lu Yu's arm firmly borne most of the recoil.
"6 rings!" the recorder announced the result.
Although the results are average, it is undoubtedly a huge improvement.
"Did you feel it?" Lu Yu let go of his hand, stood up and kept his distance.
"...Yeah." Shi Guang got up from the ground and lowered his head so that no one could see his hot ears.
After the shooting training, it was time to rest on the spot.
This time, Lu Yu didn't patrol. He sat at his desk, drinking water, his eyes drifting to Shi Guang from time to time. He saw Shi Guang lowering his head, his right hand unconsciously rubbing his left shoulder, which was red from the impact of the rifle butt.
Lu Yu put down the kettle, stood up and walked to the side of instructor Zhou Hai.
"Report to the instructor."
"What's going on?"
"I want to apply for some medical alcohol and cotton swabs. Several classmates were scratched by the butt of a gun just now. They need to be disinfected to prevent infection." Lu Yu's reason was very reasonable.
Zhou Hai glanced at him and without thinking much, took something from the first aid kit next to him and gave it to him.
Lu Yu took the alcohol and cotton swabs, but did not go directly to Shi Guang. Instead, he distributed some to several boys who were also hurt by the recoil. Finally, he walked up to Shi Guang and placed a small bottle of alcohol and a pack of clean cotton swabs on the grass next to him.
"Wipe it on yourself, don't let it get inflamed."
He still spoke in that businesslike, calm tone.
Shi Guang looked at the object on the ground, then at his reddened shoulder. He was silent for a long time before finally picking it up. The cotton swab dipped in alcohol sent a tingling sensation when it touched his skin, yet strangely, it calmed his heart, which had been pounding wildly from the intimate contact just now.
That night, dormitory 602.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
Jiang Xiaopang's earth-shaking scream once again broke the silence of the dormitory.
"Brother Lu! Brother Sun! Come and see! Something big has happened!" He rushed over to Lu Yu, phone in hand, as if he had discovered a new world. "You two... are on the confession wall again! And this time, it's not blurry secretly taken photos, but ultra-high-definition close-up stills from a movie!"
Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat and he took the phone.
On the screen, a photo, taken by an unknown "war correspondent," appeared. The composition was impeccable, the background a blurred shooting range and distant mountains, the focus clearly on the firing position. In the photo, Lu Yu's towering figure loomed over Shi Guang from behind, his head lowered, his lips almost touching Shi Guang's ear, his expression focused and gentle. Shi Guang, on the other hand, was completely enclosed in his arms, his profile tense, his eyes a hint of confusion and bewilderment.
The sunlight shines from the side, giving the outlines of the two people a golden edge. The whole picture is full of a sense of story and an indescribable tension.
The title is even more popular: [#YuguangCP# Intimate Tutorial at the Shooting Range! This position, this look, I'm gone! Please get married right here!]
The comment section has exploded.
"Ahhhhhhhh, is this something I can watch for free?! This is so horny, so horny!"
"Lu Yu's possessiveness is practically overflowing the screen! Look at his hands! That gesture!"
"Shi Guang's expression is amazing! That feeling of being forced to accept but not being able to resist, the broken feeling, made me stand up right where I was!"
"Stop talking, I've already written 10,000 words of my fanfiction!"
Lu Yu looked at these lewd words and for a moment he didn't know what to say. He subconsciously looked at Shi Guang, wanting to see his reaction.
Shi Guang also saw the photo.
He just glanced at it quickly, then averted his gaze as if burned by something. He quickly stood up from the chair, picked up his washbasin, and walked into the bathroom without saying a word.
But in the blink of an eye, the tips of his ears seemed to turn red.
The bathroom door clicked shut, isolating herself from the outside world.
Lu Yu was still frozen in place, his head still bent over his phone. He stared at the closed door, his mind replaying the blush that had spread across Shi Guang's face.
[Not angry... but shy? ]
【Just because of that photo? 】
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