"Shall we begin?"
Jing Min had his back to him, his voice cold.
In truth, given Jingmin's marksmanship, the outcome was a foregone conclusion. However, even if the result was already decided, the guests needed to experience the process, and Chu Wuyang, as the host, had to accompany them.
Seeing that Chu Wuyang and Jian Zhou were still standing there without moving, Mo Sangyu chuckled and tried to smooth things over.
"Don't be too discouraged. Ah Min's marksmanship is indeed amazing, but my teammate is a real liability and will only drag us down."
How could that be?
Jingmin walked back, bent down and took her hand, his voice softening slightly.
Mo Sangyu replied with a gentle smile,
"Then don't complain about my poor skills."
Mo Sangyu smiled gently:
"No, I'm here,"
Jing Min, with his arm around her, walked past Chu Wuyang and Jian Zhou, his tone intimate and his actions full of affection.
"Let's go, let's go over there too."
Naturally, the girls' group went first.
Chu Wuyang smiled modestly and stepped aside to let him pass.
"Miss Mo, please go first,"
Mo Sangyu smiled and nodded, then stepped forward, but his fear was immediately apparent when he gripped the gun.
His hand gestures were unsteady and his shoulders were stiff; he was clearly a novice.
She looked at Jingmin for help.
Without hesitation, Jing Min took a few steps behind her, naturally took her arm, and leaned down slightly.
"Don't be too nervous, calm down and regulate your breathing."
Their actions were just the right amount of intimacy, as if they had long been accustomed to each other's distance.
He was about to adjust her posture further when he turned his head to look at Chu Wuyang with a half-smile.
"Miss Chu, you don't mind, do you?"
Chu Wuyang smiled calmly and said, "Please go ahead."
This is a competition for entertainment purposes, so naturally they won't care about these trivial details.
But Jingmin didn't laugh after hearing this; his eyelashes drooped slightly, and a small shadow fell under his eyes.
"Hmm, like this..."
His voice lowered, and he pulled Mo Sangyu's hands closer together.
"Keep your center of gravity steady and don't sway."
"Don't shrug your shoulders, don't be afraid, I'm here to help with the recoil..."
He instructed her word by word, his tone patient, his movements close, and his gestures precise, correcting her posture.
The two were a perfect match in terms of physique. The man had a dignified air and a tall, upright figure. Standing behind Mo Sangyu, he was like a steady and broad barrier.
Mo Sangyu was held in his arms, and from behind, only one side of her blushing cheek was visible. At first glance, they looked like a couple deeply in love.
This scene is so visually striking that it's impossible to ignore.
Chu Wuyang stood to the side, her expression calm and composed, except that the fingertips hanging at her sides tightened slightly without her noticing.
Mo Sangyu aimed for a moment, then pulled the trigger—
"Bang--"
The bullet marks on the target were off-center, resulting in a less than ideal score.
She frowned slightly, glancing at the man beside her with a hint of resentment, her eyes carrying a subtle, coquettish undertone.
It's as if it's asking, "What do we do? We're doomed to lose."
Jing Min looked down at her, his expression as aloof as ever, but his tone softened slightly, a rare occurrence.
"It's okay, you did very well the first time. I'm here for you too."
Chu Wuyang stood to the side, glancing at the results on the screen—they were indeed not very good.
It's astonishing that someone as perfectionistic and demanding as Jing Min could utter such blatantly insincere words without batting an eye.
It seems the filter is truly made just for his wife.
Mo Sangyu was appeased by Jing Min, then turned to look at Chu Wuyang not far away, speaking in a generous tone.
"Please excuse my poor appearance, Miss Chu, please."
Chu Wuyang nodded slightly, her expression calm, and walked slowly toward the shooting platform.
She didn't pose deliberately or test the waters; she raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one smooth motion.
"Bang!"
The shot hit the bullseye perfectly, with a clean and precise movement. A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted in the stadium, and many staff members sighed in admiration, their eyes filled with amazement.
Mo Sangyu also praised him generously.
"I really can't believe it. Miss Chu is so outstanding in every way that it's enviable. I'm truly ashamed."
Chu Wuyang turned around, about to reply calmly, "It's nothing," when a male voice suddenly interrupted from beside her.
"Miss Chu is indeed exceptionally talented in shooting."
Jingmin's tone was indifferent, but there was no hint of joking in it.
Jingmin didn't wait for the staff to announce the turn, nor did he look at the others, and went straight onto the stage.
His gun-wielding movements were swift and decisive, even the aiming process carried a subtle sharpness.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out, the bullseye was in the perfect line, almost a perfect score.
But his expression was colder than before, even carrying a hint of ferocity.
Jian Zhou calmly walked to the shooting position, his demeanor composed. He nodded politely in greeting, raised his gun, and aimed in one smooth motion.
"Bang."
The bullet hole landed on the edge of the target paper.
When the results were announced, everyone's expressions varied, but they all remained composed.
Winning or losing wasn't that important to begin with, and the scene was normal, until—
Mo Sangyu seemed to suddenly relax, laughing as she ran a few steps, jumped up, and hugged Jing Min's arm, her voice filled with joy.
"We won!"
Her movements were abrupt and passionate, a stark contrast to her previous gentle and dignified demeanor.
Jing Min paused slightly, neither pushing him away nor responding to his enthusiasm, but simply murmured an "Mmm".
Chu Wuyang stepped forward, his expression unchanged, and smiled.
"Congratulations, Mr. Jing and his wife are indeed a perfect match."
Her tone was poised and appropriate, as calm as ever.
After an informal, recreational match, Chu Wuyang intended to leave directly.
I don't want to suffer by watching people show off their love.
But Jian Zhou quickly caught up with him.
"Sister Yangyang, could you... give me some pointers on how to shoot?"
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