Chapter 74 Transformation
Nuhra's words were direct, yet each one was true and heartfelt, truly for Kris's own good. Kris, standing before him, lowered his hands, clenched his fists, and whispered, "...I know."
Seeing him like this, Nuhra was a little worried that her harsh tone would undermine Corris's confidence. Just as she was considering how to start a new conversation, Corris raised his head straight and said seriously, "Admiral, you must teach me what to do!"
There was no frustration on Chris's face, and his eyes were bright. He truly understood his shortcomings and intended to correct them.
After confirming that Kris was truly fine, Nuhra felt a strange sense of relief, akin to the strange feeling of "my child has truly grown up." He softened his expression, patted Kris's shoulder, and soothed, "I'll teach you. Just practice hard, and you'll see results."
"Hmm!" Kris nodded firmly, pondering Nuhra's assessment. Nuhra sighed, then walked over to Kris's side, picked up the other gun, and prepared to demonstrate it to him.
The next moment, the holographic targets reappeared, but now scattered. Without hesitation, Nuhra raised her gun and fired several shots, knocking down all of them, all hitting them uniformly in the left chest.
Nuhra was already an experienced and ruthless warrior. His hands were as steady as a rock when he shot, and he aimed at a position that would basically kill the target with one shot... This was obviously the result of years of training.
In the next few events, Nuhra continued to perform stably, and his overall score was among the best in the entire Seventh Army, which amazed Chris.
"That's amazing..." Chris exclaimed in amazement. He compared his performance with his own and couldn't bear to watch it. The motivation and pressure to catch up in his heart increased.
Nuhra understood the principle of overdoing it. After collecting her gun, she said nothing more and instead encouraged Kris: "Achieving this level of performance isn't difficult. Many soldiers in the Seventh Army only mastered their marksmanship skills after officially joining the army... Kris, as long as you practice diligently every day and correct your bad shooting habits, you'll see significant improvement within a month."
After listening to Nuhra's words, Corris calmed down and took the initiative to change the topic to the training itself. He stretched out his hand and assumed a shooting stance, asking Nuhra, "Am I doing this correctly?"
Nuhra circled around Kris, reached out to adjust his posture, then looked again and found that it was not to his liking, so he chose to stick to Kris's side and hold his gun hand to aim.
"That's it." Kris's back was pressed against Nuhra's chest. When Nuhra's low voice sounded in his ears, Kris also felt the vibration in his chest.
Corris was a little distracted, his throat rolled slightly for a moment, and he forced the messy thoughts out of his head. His body swayed slightly for a moment, and he subconsciously adjusted his posture.
"Don't move." Nuhra noticed his movements keenly, frowned, and reminded him.
Kris quickly regained his composure and stood straight, not wanting to let his thoughts wander any further. Nuhra withdrew just in time, stood aside with his arms folded, staring at Kris, and gave him an order: "Stay still until the humanoid target appears."
Kris answered loudly, then focused his gaze intently on the spot where the laser gun barrel was pointing. He stood there for an unknown amount of time, his arms growing sore and heavy that he lost all feeling. Nuhra never let go of the target.
The assembly bell for the end of lunch break has rung, and soldiers lined up on the training ground one after another to come for training. Nuhra and Corris's presence is very conspicuous here, but everyone remembers the military discipline and does not look where they are.
Despite this, the curiosity of others still made Chris feel embarrassed. The physical fatigue and mental tension made his mind blank, and he just mechanically maintained the gun holding posture.
Nuhra was used to it and remained unfazed, maintaining her cold instructor's attitude to the end: "Keep going, and don't let other people's opinions affect you!"
The temperature inside the training ground remained consistently cool year-round. Kris felt a burning sensation throughout his body. Sweat streamed from his forehead into his eyes, blurring his vision. His training uniform was also matted together by the sweat, sticking to the skin on his back, making it extremely uncomfortable. Kris was still gritting his teeth, holding on, when Nuhra's voice suddenly rang out: "Start shooting!"
At his command, the previously motionless holographic targets all appeared before his eyes. At this moment, only one thought remained in Kris's mind: "Hit it, hit it..."
The first laser shot out and hit the center of the bull's eye steadily... There were four other targets left. Chris maintained his posture and only adjusted the direction of the muzzle. He pulled the trigger again, successfully completing the task in the first round... The second round began. With the experience of the first round, Chris became calmer. He felt that the gun and his palm had become one. The accuracy of his shooting was more stable than the last time at the same stage, and he could see some progress.
Although the laser gun is a lightweight weapon with almost zero recoil, one can still feel the vibration in the palm of the hand every time he shoots. In addition, since Corris has maintained the same posture for a long time, his physical strength has declined, and his performance in the next few rounds of shooting is neither good nor bad.
After the shooting training ended and the targets disappeared, Nuhra finally gave the go-ahead, allowing Corris to put down his gun. "You're doing well, but you need to practice diligently, step by step, from one-handed to two-handed, and then to different types of firearms... It's a long process, but as long as you put in the effort, you will continue to improve."
Chris gently lowered the gun with a trembling hand, but his entire hand was in so much pain that he could hardly lift it. Nuhra took the initiative to relax his muscles and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the physical therapy center to rest."
Nuhra took Chris back to her own treatment room. Chris followed the instructions and lay down on the massage bed. She said softly, "Brother, do you often teach others like this?"
Nuhra didn't quite understand what Corris was asking, but remained calm. "What do you mean? I'm always willing to offer some advice to my colleagues and fellow soldiers."
Because he was lying prone on the bed, Corris's vision was severely obstructed. He tilted his head and could only see Nuhra pull up a chair and sit down beside him... He curled his lips, a hint of sourness in his words that he himself didn't even register. "I mean, the kind where you cling to someone... like you just taught me."
Nuhra was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud as if amused. He leaned over, pinched Corris's face, and said gently, "I don't have time to teach everyone this way. You're the only one who deserves this treatment. Are you satisfied?"
After hearing what Nuhra said, Chris also realized that he was inexplicably jealous. He was annoyed that shooting training would inevitably involve physical contact. What was he struggling with?
Nuhra smiled and reached out to brush away Chris's wet hair, chatting with him casually: "I hope you can improve faster so that you can protect yourself...but am I being a little too hasty?"
Coris naturally understood Nuhra's painstaking efforts, nodded obediently, and said nothing, enjoying the time with Nuhra by his side.
The massage robot used moderate force to stretch his shoulders, neck, waist and back to relax his muscles... After a while, the exhausted Chris slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Nuhra laughed silently, dimmed the lights in the room, went to the bathroom in the therapy room to take a shower, and then came out to deal with work while waiting for Chris to wake up.
Chris slept soundly, oblivious to the passage of time. He opened his eyes dazedly and discovered he was now sleeping on his back, not prone. Nuhra sat on a sofa not far away, working on tasks on her terminal by the light of a reading lamp.
"What time is it..." Chris's voice was hoarse and his eyes were still unclear.
Seeing him wake up, Nuhra put away her terminal and walked over to Corris. "It's almost dinner time. Do you want to eat in the cafeteria or order some food to be delivered here?"
Chris was thirsty and got up to find some water. He found that he couldn't lift his right hand, which was holding the gun, steadily. The slightest movement caused it to tremble. He had no choice but to use his left hand to receive the water. After guzzling a glass of water, he answered Nuhra's question: "Just eat something here..."
He sniffed himself. There wasn't anything strange about him. However, he had just worked up a sweat and slept for so long, so he thought it was time for a shower... Chris returned to the nursing bed with a cup of water, blinked, and said to Nuhra, "Brother, I want to take a shower..."
Nuhra pointed him in the direction of the bathroom, and Chris stumbled over. Inside, there were towels, underwear, and bathrobes. He only needed to let the intelligent system wash and dry his clothes and then change into them again.
While Chris was taking a shower inside, Nuhra ordered a few of Chris's favorite dishes on the terminal and had them delivered to the treatment room.
Chris stayed in the bathroom for a long time this time. Even when the dishes ordered by Nuhra arrived, Chris came out of the bathroom slowly with a bunch of black hair still dripping with water.
Nuhra's eyebrows twitched, guessing that Chris was sore all over that he couldn't raise his hands to wipe his hair, and it was uncomfortable for him to walk... He felt sorry for him, took the towel and walked forward, asked Chris to sit down first, and then carefully wiped the water off his hair.
When Chris saw that Nuhra seemed to be concerned about him, he immediately moved closer to Nuhra and stretched out his one usable hand to hug his waist.
Nuhra took a cooperative step forward, getting closer to Kris. He lowered his head and could only see Kris's hair whorl. Seeing Kris's completely depressed appearance, he suddenly felt pity for him. "Well, thank you for your hard work today. I will definitely take good care of your food, drink, defecation and urination... Okay, Master?"
Coris lowered his head and smiled secretly, feeling very happy... Since Nuhra has spoken, he will enjoy it!
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