The two stayed at the shooting range for nearly two and a half hours. Sheng Yuan seemed very interested in the process of bringing Shi Yan from a rookie to the entry level. In addition to pistol shooting skills, she also taught Shi Yan to play with shotguns and submachine guns.

Compared to pistols, the recoil of these two types of guns is actually directed at the body. However, after firing a few times, Shi Yan felt obvious pain in his shoulder.

When he finished, he took off his protective vest and unconsciously pressed his shoulders with his palms.

Sheng Yuan came over with something in her hand - an ice cube wrapped in a towel. She raised her hand without warning and put the ice on the shoulder where Shi Yan was holding the butt of the gun.

Shi Yan was caught off guard by the sudden cold feeling and stood there in a daze, but it was not because of the ice.

The girl was standing right in front of him, very close to him.

So close that he could touch her raised slender arm with his chin slightly lowered, so close that he discovered that her eyelashes, which seemed long even at a normal social distance, were not only long but also slightly curled, with each eyelash clearly visible, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were as transparent as gemstones.

The lips are petal-shaped, with a distinct curve in the middle of the plump lower lip, and it seems to be covered with a very moist layer of pink.

“…”

Shi Yan's eyes seemed to be burned instantly. He took a half step back and looked to the side, keeping a distance. He said in a low and depressed voice, "No need."

Sheng Yuan's hand was still in the air. Upon hearing this, she put her hand down. She didn't react much to Shi Yan's avoidance and reminded him in a calm tone.

"Oh, but you'd better apply ice when you get back, otherwise it will hurt for a few days."

Shi Yan still didn't look at Sheng Yuan. He tilted his head, showing a hint of indifference, and said, "I know."

Sheng Yuan had already put the ice cubes back into the tray. After wiping her hands that had played with the gun, she looked at the time and found that it was already seven o'clock and it was getting dark.

She raised her eyes and looked at Shi Yan: "Come on, finish dinner with me and I'll let you go back."

“…”

The shooting range is not only where shooting is practiced, but also has golf, rock climbing, and a horse riding farm. So naturally, there are high-end restaurants around it. Sheng Yuan took Shi Yan to one of them, and they ordered all Chinese food.

Having just exhausted their energy at the shooting range, both of them quietly lowered their heads to eat. After eating, Sheng Yuan sent Shi Yan home.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the street lights on both sides of the street emitted star-like lights. At the entrance of the slightly old-fashioned community, a shiny black sedan stopped, and a handsome young man got out of the car. The door closed automatically again, and then the car drove away.

* Shi Yan stepped onto the old cement stairs with rusty railings. The voice-controlled light above his head lit up. He went up to the fourth floor. He stopped in front of a door, took out the key from his pocket, inserted the lock, turned it, and the door opened.

Before the lights were turned on, a black shadow swooped past Shi Yan and jumped onto the balcony.

Shi Yan paused, but was not surprised. Instead, he calmly took out the key, walked in, closed the door, and then raised his hand to turn on the ceiling light in the entrance hall.

As expected, the cat took advantage of his absence and made trouble again.

The bedroom door, which was clearly closed before leaving home in the morning, was left half open, with a few books that had been pulled down scattered around the door.

Shi Yan changed into slippers, put his shoes on the shoe rack, and walked inside. As he walked, he bent down to pick up the book on the floor and carried it from the bedroom door into the bedroom.

Shi Yan put all the books back to their original positions one by one, and then found that it had not only moved his own books.

The cabinet on the right side under the desk was also opened.

The computer bag inside was pulled out. A layer of white cat hair floated on the black bag, and there were several obvious teeth marks on the plastic zipper. A corner of the gray laptop in the bag was exposed.

It is easy to imagine how arrogantly it stepped on the bag, treated the bag as a toy, and wreaked havoc on it.

The reason why it is so rampant——

Shi Yan glanced at it indifferently, took out the laptop from the computer bag, opened the screen, put it back after confirming that the computer was intact, zipped up the computer bag again, and put everything back in place.

Yes, the reason why it can be so rampant is that every time it makes trouble, Shi Yan will not hold it accountable and will clean up the scene of its destruction in a stable mood.

It seemed to know this and was particularly fearless. Seeing that Shi Yan did not blame it this time, the last bit of guilty conscience it had left disappeared in an instant.

He walked in proudly with his neck held high, swept Shi Yan's legs with his tail as if condescendingly, and then walked out with his neck held high again.

Shi Yan poured cat food for it before going into the bathroom with some clean clothes.

The door is closed.

With a "click".

The bright ceiling light came on, and the light shone down from above Shi Yan's head, illuminating his elegant figure standing in front of the mirror in the sink.

The short-sleeved school uniform of Qingfeng No. 1 Middle School has a shirt-style collar with two white buttons on the top.

Shi Yan moved his arms which had been overused today, then raised his hands and unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar that tightly covered the part below the neck, and took off his school uniform.

The boy's skin, which has not been exposed to the sun for many years, has a sickly pale color. He is thin but not frail. His arms, waist and abdomen have a restrained and vigorous feeling unique to this age group, especially his shoulders and neck, whose smooth lines are slightly sharp.

However, there was a spreading, eye-scorching red patch on the right shoulder, and the middle of the red had begun to turn purple, which looked a little scary.

This is the mark caused by the recoil of the gun three hours ago.

Shi Yan raised his hand and pressed gently, frowning slightly. Feeling pain, he remembered what Sheng Yuan had reminded him - if you don't apply ice properly, it will hurt for several days.

The marks will remain for several days.

* When Shi Yan came out of the bathroom, it was not yet half past eight.

As usual, he returned to his bedroom, took out his exercise book from his schoolbag, and prepared to write until ten o'clock before going to rest.

The pointer pointed to nine o'clock.

The phone on the table vibrated and the screen showed a voice call.

Compared with last night, Shi Yan only paused slightly this time before swiping the green button to connect.

"Soothe me to sleep." The girl used the same voice, the same tone, and the same words.

"..." Shi Yan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is it the same as yesterday?"

Read the exercises in the same way.

Sheng Yuan: "That's fine, anyway, until ten o'clock."

After that, she suddenly asked him: "By the way, did you apply ice?"

Shi Yan's slender and distinct knuckles were holding a black ballpoint pen. Upon hearing this, his dark eyelashes moved slightly, and a silhouette was cast under his cold and narrow eyes.

After a while, he replied, "Yeah."