The training room was quiet; the sounds of breathing and heartbeats were heavy and deep, as if they were footnotes to the air.
Shang Yechu felt hot and his eyes hurt. After announcing Shi Shan's defeat, he wanted to pull his hand back and return Coach Kang's aunt to him.
Shi Shan subconsciously reached out and grabbed Shang Ye Chu's hand, which was trying to pull away.
Shang Yechu's hand and the gun were pressed against Shi Shan's chest. The other man was very strong, and it hurt Shang Yechu a little.
Is this because they're still not convinced they lost?
Shang Yechu felt dizzy and lightheaded, and just wanted to sit down and rest. Her unfocused gaze strained to focus on Shi Shan's face as she emphasized, "You've been killed."
Shi Shan paused slightly, loosening his grip. Shang Yechu pulled her hand away, but the Kaclon pistol remained in Shi Shan's hand.
"Aww!"
Coach Kang's howl shattered the silence between the two. The old man rushed up and jumped up and down in front of Shang Yechu and Shi Shan, shouting, "Firing blanks will cause metal fatigue! We're doomed, my little Aunt Ka! I'm going to kill you two brats!"
Shang Yechu put down her hand that was rubbing her forehead and tried to muster her strength to apologize: "I'm sorry, Coach Kang. I'll make up for it."
"You don't know anything!" Coach Kang spat out a string of profanities in a mix of Chinese and Russian. "You people always think you can buy everything with money. Every gun has a life! I'll break your leg bones and give each of you a hundred million. Would you be extremely happy?"
Shang Yechu was bombarded with a barrage of Chinese phrases by Coach Kang, leaving her feeling overwhelmed. For the first time, she regretted that the Bluetooth earcups only filtered out gunshots and not human voices.
"I really wish I hadn't used up all my bullets! That way I could have taken out the two people I hate most in the world in one go!"
If an ordinary person had hurled such rude insults, Shang Yechu would have already lost her temper. But just now, Shang Yechu had witnessed Coach Kang's series of gun-wielding movements—movements that were smoother, faster, more precise, and more graceful than any gun-wielding scene in any movie or TV series Shang Yechu had ever seen, possessing a chillingly beautiful quality. Shang Yechu was instantly captivated.
Shang Yechu always showed more patience towards those with genuine talent. Therefore, although Coach Kang's ear-piercing voice was extremely torturous, Shang Yechu still politely apologized, saying, "I'm very sorry, what should we do?"
"Alright, Lao Kang." Shi Shan rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath, and said in Russian, "If guns had lives, the lives you've wasted when you were young could fill a nursing home. Don't be like that."
103 translated Shi Shan's words to Shang Yechu without missing a single one, and Shang Yechu's expression changed slightly.
Coach Kang grumbled in dissatisfaction, but Shi Shan waved his hand and said, "I'll compensate you with a new Kaclon and give you a case of wine. Stop talking, you're making my head explode."
Coach Kang immediately beamed, two streams of saliva spurting from his mouth: "Shi, I'm starting to like you. What do you think of my youngest son? Is he suitable..."
“I don’t want your son. In a little while, you put this Kaclon in my private training room—” Shi Shan paused, “She’ll be mine.”
With a new aunt, Coach Kang immediately forgot about the old one: "No problem."
After the two finished communicating in Russian, Coach Kang turned to Shang Yechu and said, "Hmph. I'll barely forgive you this time. But if you do this again in training..."
Shang Yechu snapped out of her shock and quickly said, "I'm sorry, Coach. How can I make amends?"
"You don't need to pay for it." Shi Shan rubbed his temples and laughed. "Firing a blank shot once won't cause any harm. It's only harmful if you fire it many times in a row. I promised Coach Kang that I would explain it to my uncle, and Coach Kang is no longer angry."
Shang Yechu narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to make out Shi Shan's expression through her blurry vision: "So that's what you just told him."
"Hmm." Shi Shan's expression remained unchanged as he tucked the Kaclon pistol into his vest pocket. "Coach Kang may look fierce, but he's actually very reasonable."
The reasonable Coach Kang waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away beggars, and said, "You two go home and find your mothers. You're not fit to practice shooting for the next two days, so don't bother me here again."
"Take a rest and have some water," Shi Shan suggested with a wry smile. "I'm feeling a little dizzy."
"I'm so sorry," Shang Yechu said with an apologetic smile, "I'll go with you to the hospital later?"
Shi Shan staggered to the rest area and poured a glass of water for Shang Yechu and himself. "Why would you need to apologize? I'm the one who should be saying sorry, for not following the script..."
As they chatted, they took off their Bluetooth earcups. They had already removed their goggles earlier to see each other's micro-expressions during their rehearsals, so this saved them some trouble.
Shang Yechu sat down on a bar stool, propped her head up with her hand, took a sip of water, and then felt much better.
Shi Shan glanced at Coach Kang, who pursed his lips, took an ice pack out of the freezer, and handed it to Shi Shan.
Shi Shan handed the ice pack to Shang Yechu. Their fingers touched as they passed it. Shang Yechu's fingertips were burning hot, while Shi Shan's hands were icy cold.
Coach Kang had no choice but to pull out another ice pack and throw it to Shi Shan.
There were brand new towels in the locker. Shi Shan got up, took out two, handed one to Shang Yechu, and took the other for himself. He wrapped it around an ice pack and pressed it to his forehead.
With an ice pack placed on his forehead, the cool, moist sensation dispelled the heat and dizziness, and Shang Yechu let out a soft, comfortable moan in his heart.
With her mind clearer, Shang Yechu finally asked the most important question: "By the way, why didn't you follow the script just now?"
Shi Shan took a breath and took the ice pack off.
"Given the circumstances at the time, it seems illogical to die so easily."
Shang Yechu leaned forward slightly: "Where is it illogical?"
Shi Shan made a gesture, pointing to the back of his head, "When you made that gesture, I could clearly feel the gun moving. Never mind, let me demonstrate it for you."
Some feelings are indeed hard to put into words. Shang Yechu nodded: "Okay."
Shi Shan drew his Kaclon pistol, pressed the still-warm barrel against Shang Yechu's sweat-drenched nape, paused slightly, and then moved the barrel upwards...
Shang Yechu snapped to attention. "I understand."
The so-called downward angle shooting is a purely theoretical design. Unless the opponent is firmly bound or unconscious, it is difficult to execute accurately.
In Zheng Bohan's script, after the spy was stopped at gunpoint by Li Yiming at the entrance of a secluded mansion, he was not bound and remained highly mobile. Li Yiming's attempt to kill him in this position was truly audacious.
Standing behind Shang Yechu, Shi Shan explained, "If it were just an ordinary spy, I think it wouldn't be a problem. But the script says that Qiao Si is Lu Huaizhang's confidant. I think Lu Huaizhang wouldn't let a useless person be his confidant."
"I understand." Shang Yechu turned around and smiled gratefully at Shi Shan. "Thank you. Your handling of the situation was fine."
"So there's a problem with Zheng's script?" Shi Shan understood. "Zheng hasn't written spy dramas before, so it's normal that he lacks knowledge about firearms. Should I ask Director Xu to talk to him about it?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
