After breakfast, Lin Qingqing slept for three hours.
If she doesn't sleep, she will be nagged endlessly by the elders at home.
It was already ten o'clock when I woke up from a good sleep.
Song Yiyuan joined the army with Old Man Song and his four children.
Seeing Lin Qingqing getting up, Lin's mother said, "My father-in-law wants to see Lang Lang practice with a gun, so he asked you to get up and go to the army to watch. He said he would start after you get there."
Lin Qingqing remembered the agreement between the old man and Lang Lang a few days ago.
After changing clothes, he joined the army.
Jiang Haixia left her two children at home, and Lin's mother and Liu Daxiu helped take care of them.
When Lin Qingqing arrived at the army's large training ground, she saw that the training ground was busier than usual.
Maybe because they saw Coach Song coming, everyone came to the training ground.
As soon as Lin Qingqing appeared, everyone lined up to salute.
"Hey handsome."
"Hello everyone."
Lin Qingqing waved to everyone.
Head straight to the shooting range.
There were more people gathered there.
There were constant sounds of gunfire at the shooting range, and some people were practicing. Not far away, some people were also practicing with small weapons such as mortars.
Song Yiyuan was busy.
Lin Qingqing came over and found that the two old men Cai Tong were also there.
"grandfather."
"grandfather."
"grandfather."
Lin Qingqing shouted to each of the three people without bias.
Old Master Tong came over immediately and looked Lin Qingqing up and down.
"I haven't seen you for a while, but I feel like my granddaughter Qingqing has become more imposing. I saw you when you came over just now. You really have the demeanor of a big leader."
He didn't lie.
Qingqing came over just now, although she was thin.
But his aura is hard to ignore.
Mr. Cai came over with a smile.
"As the saying goes, one should govern according to one's position. The Qing Dynasty is completely different from the past, and the aura of this person is certainly different."
"What you said is bullshit."
The two old men started fighting again.
Lin Qingqing was used to it.
Smiling, he pulled the two of them forward.
"Lang Lang is going to shoot a gun soon. Don't argue in front of the kids. They might think you're mean and won't want to be around you anymore."
Lin Qingqing's words immediately caught the two of them in a dilemma.
These two old men don't have any grandchildren at home.
They treat Lang Lang and his four little ones as their own grandchildren and love them so much.
The two looked at the four children who were staring at them with some guilt.
His expression immediately changed to a kind smile.
"Lang Lang, Xiao Xiao, baby, Bei Bei, Grandpa loves you the most. Your Grandpa Tong is a bad guy. Don't play with him anymore."
Old Master Tong was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he still maintained a kind smile on his face.
"Don't listen to the bad grandpa. Grandpa Tong is really good. He knows how to fight, shoot, and do everything. Lang Lang, I'll teach you, okay?"
These two old men give the impression of the Big Bad Wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood.
Old Master Song really regretted calling these two people over.
He called two people over to let them see how powerful his grandson was.
Yesterday, Lang Lang practiced shooting with his own small gun and plastic bullets in the yard.
Eight out of ten times, I hit the nine rings, and once I hit the ten rings.
This is simply a genius among geniuses.
He had to show off because these two old guys didn't even have a grandson.
"Hmph~"
He snorted in dissatisfaction.
Those two old guys wanted to kidnap his grandson, but it was impossible.
A grandson must be closest to his great-grandfather.
Old Master Song also showed a kind smile.
He doesn't usually smile, so his sudden smile looks a little stiff.
Lin Qingqing felt a tingling sensation on her back.
The three old men surrounded the four children and tried their best to please them.
The four children smiled at this old man and then at that old man, completely unaware of how much the soldiers next to them envied them.
Since childhood, he has been taught by three old coaches.
One who is good at leading troops and arranging battle formations.
One is good at military strategy.
One is good at shooting and grappling.
An old general like this is full of experience. Even if he imparts a little bit, it will be enough for some soldiers to benefit from it for a lifetime.
Not to mention instilling all of my experience into these children.
Tsk tsk tsk…
Other people's end is their beginning.
Why didn’t they throw it into Shuai’s stomach?
No, it was in General Song’s mother’s belly.
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