Sheng Yuan looked at Yan Qingyue, without any intention of embarrassing her. It was as if they were simply discussing a very simple matter. Her eyes were even sincere, and her voice was clear and calm:

"If you want him to listen to you and stay here for the evening class, that's fine. No problem. You can transfer the three hundred thousand back to me for him. Oh no, today is over."

"Then just deduct twenty-five thousand based on the average. You can give me two hundred and seventy-five thousand, and I can find someone else to play with me."

“…”

Yan Qingyue stayed where she was. Where could she get 280,000 yuan?

"If that doesn't work," seeing Yan Qingyue didn't move, Sheng Yuan smiled politely and apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I have to take him away now."

The girl in front of him was wearing a British school uniform. She had a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes with clear pupils. Her smooth face was flawless, like a piece of fine cold jade. Her straight satin hair was draped over her shoulders. Her every move and gesture exuded the kind of noble and relaxed feeling that only comes from a life of luxury.

Just like when she said three hundred thousand, she could say it as easily as thirty dollars.

"..." Yan Qingyue's face was hot, and she couldn't even look Sheng Yuan in the eye. She bit her lip and looked at Shi Yan for help: "Shi Yan, you can't skip class."

Shi Yan's cold face was expressionless as he put the packed schoolbag on his shoulder.

Yan Qingyue looked incredulous: "Shi Yan?"

The boy, wearing a short-sleeved white and navy blue school uniform, had slightly sharp eyes at the end of his eyes and thin eyelids lifted. He spoke in a cold voice, "I will handle my own affairs."

Yan Qingyue stood in the empty classroom, looking distraught as Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan disappeared from her sight.

* Shooting range.

Yesterday’s thrilling performance of hitting the target every time made the staff remember Sheng Yuan, and they handed over the protective gear with a respectful attitude.

"Ms. Sheng Yuan, didn't Master Fu Jie come with you today? What was he busy with?" One of the staff members approached Sheng Yuan with a smile. He glanced at the unfamiliar and handsome figure of the young man beside Sheng Yuan.

Sheng Yuan had already changed into casual clothes, a light pink cotton breathable short-sleeved top with white stripes, and leggings of a similar light color on the bottom. She was wearing sneakers and her hair was combed into a lively high ponytail, revealing her clean neck.

Hearing what the staff member said, she lowered her thin white eyelids and looked at him expressionlessly: "How should I know what he does?"

The staff member's face froze and he stepped back awkwardly, not daring to get close to the man anymore.

Sheng Yuan handed a pair of fully transparent goggles to Shi Yan, "Put them on first to prevent your eyes from getting hurt later."

In fact, if you really think about what Sheng Yuan said in the classroom just now, it was a bit hurtful. From the inside out, it sounded like Sheng Yuan didn't take Shi Yan seriously, and Shi Yan was just a playmate that Sheng Yuan spent 300,000 to buy to pass the time, a playmate that she could replace anytime and anywhere at will.

But Sheng Yuan had no intention of explaining or clarifying to Shi Yan, for example, just going through the motions and telling Shi Yan that she didn't mean that, but she didn't.

The two of them didn't say a word on the way here. Sheng Yuan was playing with his cell phone while Shi Yan was sitting quietly.

The atmosphere in the car was very silent.

Shi Yan took the goggles from Sheng Yuan and put them on. He had a high nose bridge, and the bottom edge of the goggles just sat at the bridge of his nose, making his dark eyes look cold.

The staff brought two plates and placed them on the empty table in front of Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan.

On the plate were the scattered parts of two identical shooting range pistols.

Sheng Yuan stepped forward, picked up the magazine from one of the trays, and inserted the magazine into the slot with a crisp "click". He then took the barrel and inserted it into the clip slot. Then he installed the grip, tightly connecting the grip to the barrel and magazine. He took the bullets and pressed them into the magazine one by one, followed by the trigger and safety.

The girl's movements were smooth and flowing. In just a few blinks of an eye, a pistol was assembled.

The on-site staff's impression of Sheng Yuan was refreshed once again.

It turns out that not only is the gun good, but the assembly is also so easy.

Without warning, she taught him how to assemble a pistol.

Shi Yan looked at Sheng Yuan for a while, pursed his lips, and looked down at the plate.

Sheng Yuan said: "Magazine first."

Shi Yan picked up the magazine as he was told.

"There's a card slot, just put the card in."

Shi Yan did as he was told.

"And then the barrel of the gun."

Shi Yan did it again.

"Handle."

Shi Yan just did whatever Sheng Yuan said, but it was Shi Yan's first time to come into contact with these things, and he got stuck at the step of grasping the handle.

But Sheng Yuan was very patient and explained Shi Yan step by step without blaming him for his lack of proficiency. Since Shi Yan was not proficient, she asked him to try again a second time. Shi Yan was smart and learned quickly. By the fourth time, he was able to assemble a pistol smoothly without Sheng Yuan's instructions.

Sheng Yuan began to explain to Shi Yan the range, characteristics, posture and techniques of pistol shooting.

The girl's clear voice spoke clearly.

Then, she held the pistol with both hands and pointed the muzzle at a target outside the field.

Bang!

The bullet hit the big red bull's eye.

In the eyes of the students of Qingfeng No. 1 Middle School, this exchange student from Tengya named Sheng Yuan is a sleepy girl on weekdays. She is always lazy and careless, as if she doesn't care about anything she does.

But at this moment, every time the girl said a word, made a move, or touched the gun, there was a seriousness and calmness in her almond-shaped eyes that was completely different from carelessness.

Wearing a wireless noise-cancelling headset, Sheng Yuan couldn't hear anyone talking, so she signaled Shi Yan to pick up another pistol and go shoot targets.

After a pause, Shi Yan followed the shooting techniques that Sheng Yuan had told him, standing at the shooting point with his feet shoulder-width apart. He intentionally shifted the center of gravity of his body behind his feet, stretched out his arms, and then aimed.

Bang--

Shi Yan's first shot missed the target, and the recoil from the gun made him take a half step back.

He subconsciously looked at Sheng Yuan.

Sheng Yuan stood next to Shi Yan and fired another shot in a teaching manner. Shi Yan followed suit and learned to shoot.

Gradually, Shi Yan figured out the trick himself, and the bullet went from glancing at the target to hitting the outer ring of the target.

Taking off the headset, Sheng Yuan looked at Shi Yan and curled her lips: "Very impressive."

She was back to her carefree self again.

The physical exertion from concentrating so hard made Shi Yan's forehead a little moist. Hearing her praise, he looked at her for a while, his eyelashes moved slightly, he pursed his lips, and then looked away.