"Come, I'll teach you."
Wells stood behind Shen Hanwen, handed the gun to Shen Hanwen's right hand, and taught him how to hold the gun, how to exert force, and how to pull the trigger...
Wells was tall, and he lowered his head to explain the key points to Shen Hanwen's ear. After listening, Shen Hanwen couldn't help but ask, "Is this really just a simulation toy?"
Why does it feel so heavy?
And it's cold.
Wells smiled and said, "Of course it's a toy. I told you, it's a highly realistic toy gun."
Shen Hanwen was skeptical.
"Come."
"Give it a try."
Wells deliberately raised his head and shouted to the staff in the middle of the shooting range, "Everyone, please move to a safe place. Our Mr. Xiao Shen is about to fire his first bullet in his life!"
“…”
The men all gave Shen Hanwen playful smiles.
A hint of anger surfaced on Shen Hanwen's youthful and handsome face. He looked up and glared at Wells, scolding him, "Stop being so sarcastic! I'm 19, not a kid!"
What is the first bullet in life...
It's so imaginative.
Wells laughed.
“Get out of the way!”
"I want to cum myself!"
After Shen Hanwen said this, he caused another round of laughter.
Wells laughed even more wildly.
Song Jingcheng gave Wells a warning look, "Wells, stop teasing him."
Wells raised his hands and said, "Okay, I won't bother Mr. Shen anymore."
Wells stood beside Shen Hanwen and pointed at the target at the end of the shooting range, "Mr. Shen, shoot by yourself."
"...Just do it yourself!"
Shen Hanwen followed the details taught by Wells, aimed at the target, straightened his posture, took a deep breath, and pressed the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet flew out, and Shen Hanwen was also knocked back by the recoil of the gun.
Wells strode behind Shen Hanwen and successfully stopped him.
"Be careful." Wells pressed Shen Hanwen's shoulder and asked him, "Is your hand okay?"
not good.
I was numb from the shock.
Shen Hanwen's right hand was shaking in pain.
But men need to save face, especially a 19-year-old young man who has just reached adulthood and is strong-willed.
“It doesn’t hurt!”
Shen Hanwen handed the gun to Ma Kai angrily, "Uncle Ma, put the gun away, I don't want to play anymore."
Ma Kai smiled and told him, "Go to your brother Zhou and ask them to rub your hands with medicinal wine. Your hands are made for holding a brush, unlike our rough hands."
Upon hearing this, Shen Hanwen did not act stubbornly, but quickly ran to Captain Zhou to ask them for a massage.
Yin Tao brought Shen Hanwen’s target.
Song Jingcheng and Wells looked at the target.
very good.
The target was clean, without a single bullet hole.
Wells couldn't help but chuckle, "Looks like it missed."
Song Jingcheng was also laughing. He explained to Wells, "Hanwen is still a child. He's engaged in literary creation and has never touched these cold things."
"Artist? No wonder." Wells wasn't surprised that the little guy was an artist. "He looks like a piece of fine blue and white porcelain, delicate and beautiful, but easily broken."
"Don't let him hear this." Song Jingcheng said, "Although the child is small, the little tiger still has fangs."
"That's true."
"San'er." Jun Erge's call of "San'er" drew everyone's attention to Jun Lin.
Jun Lin's face flushed red as he scolded his brother: "Can you please stop calling me San'er!"
These days, "San'er" is not a good word.
Jun Er said innocently, "When you were born, San'er meant the third child, and it wasn't a word used to describe a vixen."
Jun Lin was still angry, "Please call me by my name."
"Okay, Lin'er." Jun Er changed his words good-temperedly.
Jun Lin was still angry, "Can you please call me properly without the baby tone?"
Jun Er was more innocent. After thinking about it, he simply called out, "Brother."
It's normal this time.
But Junlin felt even more disgusted.
Growing up, he has always been called San'er or the youngest by his two older brothers.
It was the first time that Jun Lin was properly called "brother", and he felt as uncomfortable as if his underwear had been stripped off.
"By the way, San'er, do you have something to talk to me about?"
Jun Lin rolled his eyes, too lazy to correct his brother's way of calling him, "Brother, come with me, let's talk about something."
"good."
Jun Er said to Song Jingcheng and the others, "Excuse me, you guys go ahead and play first."
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