Chapter 122: 90: A Family of Springs Chapter 122 Shooting, Making Fun of the Beauty

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Protagonist:

Lin Xiyu

"No wonder you, Elder Brother, would show up at the shooting range at a time like this?"

Fu Zheng laughed in anger: "I thought you came for my sake, but it turns out you came to accompany a beauty."

"You got that wrong."

Yang Yong gave an awkward laugh: "I did come for a beauty, but not the one you're talking about. You're the one the Squad Leader favors as a son-in-law; I know my place and dare not get in his way."

"Hmph, you've got quite the roving eye, don't you?"

Fu Zheng treated a certain Squad Leader's daughter as if she were air, chatting to himself: "Honestly confess, which beauty caught your eye? Deliberately skipping training to stand around here."

"Didn't you say there was a particularly interesting young girl among those coming today?"

Yang Yong steeled himself, pretended not to see Zhu Li's murderous gaze, and continued standing there as her oversized lightbulb: "The one who cried as soon as she saw you during the documentary filming..."

"I'm warning you, she's my younger brother's girlfriend."

Fu Zheng's eyes turned cold: "Don't pull any tricks when she arrives later. If you scare the little girl into tears, I won't let you off."

"Saying that takes all the fun out of it."

Yang Yong thick-skinnedly defended himself, not at all embarrassed at having his thoughts exposed: "The little girl is delicate and tender; why would I scare her? At most, when shooting..."

"Brother Zheng, we're here."

He hadn't finished speaking before he was interrupted by the cheers of the boys and girls.

Wang Fan rode his bicycle in the lead, Li Liang followed closely behind, and Wu Meng and Lin Xiyu, a pair of beautiful young girls, stood out among them.

"Hey, now it's interesting—not just one beauty."

Li Yong's eyes lit up, and he grinned happily.

Fu Zheng gave him a thump on the head: "Put away your lovestruck look, don't disgrace the Company."

Li Yong immediately stopped smiling, straightened his back, and stood at attention.

"Just like that, stand still and don't move."

Fu Zheng laughed teasingly, raised his arm, and waved at the boys and girls.

"Who are they?"

Zhu Li glared at him displeasedly, her gaze toward Lin Xiyu and Wu Meng full of vigilance.

"You should leave."

Fu Zheng rudely chased her away: "Don't use such petty tricks again. I don't like being watched. Don't think that just because the Squad Leader backs you, you can do as you please."

"Fu Zheng, you think too highly of yourself."

Zhu Li's pretty face turned red: "You think I had someone watch you and deliberately followed you here?"

"Isn't that the case?"

Fu Zheng asked impatiently: "I just finished training and drove here from the airfield. You just happened to show up here—do you even believe that's a coincidence?"

"Believe it or not, it's just a coincidence."

Zhu Li swallowed her anger and walked toward the firing position.

"Hey, little miss, she's actually going to shoot?"

Li Yong was terrified and secretly signaled to a soldier he had brought along.

The soldier received the order and hurriedly ran over, squatting in front of the firing position.

An automatic rifle prepared for shooting was placed on the firing position.

Zhu Li lay prone on the ground, loading bullets.

She was a signal corps soldier, and her daily physical training included shooting. Although she hadn't shot many times, she knew the basic operations.

The soldier saw her movements were fairly skilled and didn't interfere further.

Zhu Li finished loading the bullets, aimed, and fired.

"Bang bang bang."

After five sharp gunshots, the soldier responsible for checking the targets crawled out of the bullet pit, waved the flag in his hand, and signaled across.

"All five hit."

Li Yong secretly sighed in relief and shamelessly flattered: "The Squad Leader's daughter is indeed different. This marksmanship can be called that of a Marksman."

The soldier squatting in front of the firing position twitched the corner of his mouth.

Hitting all five was decent, but none of the five bullet holes were in the exact center; it could only be considered not missing the target.

Calling her a Marksman was really too much boasting.

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Zhu Li didn't know the soldier's petty thoughts, climbed up from the ground, and provocatively raised her chin at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng was a Pilot with 2.0 vision; how could he not see where the bullet holes were?

He snorted disdainfully and looked away.

Seeing him still ignore her, Zhu Li had nowhere to vent her anger and dumped it all on Li Yong: "Company Commander Li, is the Military Region's important area a place anyone can just enter? Guns have no eyes; be careful the bullet doesn't hit your own people."

"Cough cough."

Li Yong was innocently hit again, his resentful little gaze constantly looking toward Fu Zheng.

"Ignore her."

Fu Zheng pretended not to see and waved to the boys and girls: "You all come over, each person test fires three bullets."

"Yeah, finally our turn."

The boys and girls cheered enthusiastically, rushing over one after another.

"Wait..."

Li Yong instantly slipped into character, straightened his back, and struck an instructor's pose: "Before shooting, do some warm-ups. Drop to the ground and crawl forward."

"Ah, why do we have to drop down?"

"Crawl across the ground?"

The boys and girls stopped in their tracks, looking a bit dumbfounded.

"That's right."

Li Yong stifled a smile, deliberately messing with them: "Training at the military camp means following our rules here. Warm-ups are required before shooting, and crawling forward is a must."

"Why didn't she crawl just now?"

Wu Meng looked at Zhu Li unhappily.

"Can you compare with me?"

Zhu Li saw through Li Yong's intent, thinking he was venting his own frustration, and raised her eyebrow smugly.

"Enough, stop talking."

Li Liang didn't want trouble and gave Wu Meng a calm-down look: "It's just crawling forward, right? Not much distance, just crawl over."

"I'll go first."

Wang Fan didn't want to lose face in front of the beauty, so he deliberately showed off.

He usually exercised, often swimming and playing basketball. Though a bit carefree and not very reliable, his physical quality was excellent, and his limb coordination was very good.

From the standing position to the target position was only three meters.

He didn't mind the dirt, dropping directly to the ground and crawling forward imitating soldiers' training movements, reaching the target position in no time.

"Brother Fan, awesome."

Xu Yi's little eyes sparkled, showing little stars of worship.

"Next."

Li Yong touched his chin and nodded, fairly satisfied.

"Me."

Li Liang's competitive spirit was stirred by Wang Fan, unwilling to let him steal the spotlight.

He had aspired to be a soldier since childhood and focused even more on physical training. Three meters was child's play to him, not worth worrying about.

"This kid is pretty tall."

Li Yong straightened his back, but was still more than a head shorter than him.

As a Guangxi native serving in Shandong, it was truly heartbreaking.

"Not bad."

Li Liang didn't think much and spoke the truth: "I'm not the tallest in my class; there are several who are 1.9 meters."

Li Yong: "..."

Felt like another stab to the heart.

"Stop the nonsense, hurry up."

Wang Fan was eager to shoot and urged him on.

Li Liang said no more, dropped to the ground, and crawled over nimbly.

"Next is me."

Guben had trained with his elder brother since childhood, and crawling through mud and dirt was routine.

His crawling posture was not only standard but also smooth, looking especially pleasing to the eye.

"Not bad, not bad."

Even though Li Yong was deliberately teasing them, he had to admit this kid was born to be a soldier.

"Do we have to crawl too?"

Seeing the three boys had gone and left them behind, Wu Meng's eyes were full of resentment.

"Of course."

The main event was coming; Li Yong was gleefully waiting to see the jokes.

"Xiao Yi..."

Lin Xiyu looked at her younger brother with concern: "Did you learn the crawling posture?"

"Should be, okay."

Xu Yi touched his nose, not very confident.

"Or, let Sister go first."

Lin Xiyu asked tentatively: "Want to watch once more?"

"No."

Wu Meng didn't wait for Xu Yi to answer and cut in: "You've all gone, leaving me alone here; I'm even more nervous."

"Let me go first."

Xu Yi puffed out his waist like an adult: "Sister stays, to accompany Sister Meng."

"Such a good boy."

Lin Xiyu patted his little head dotingly and made an encouraging gesture: "Go for it, Sister believes in you, you can definitely do it."

"Hehe."

Xu Yi was quick-witted, squatted down nimbly, and crawled forward using both hands and feet.

He was small and agile; though his movements weren't standard, he was very fast.

Slithering along, sticking out his little butt, he crawled over in no time.

"Hahaha."

The watching soldiers were all amused by the little fairy's bizarre posture.

Wu Meng blushed and her heart raced, as if she saw herself making a fool of herself.

"Mengmeng, don't be nervous."

Lin Xiyu quietly gave her an idea: "If you really can't crawl over, forget it; just stand up and run over—can they stop you?"

"What if they really stop us?"

Wu Meng glanced at a certain company commander baring his teeth, smiling happily, feeling uneasy: "I think he's deliberately messing with us, intentionally watching us make fools of ourselves."

"I think so too..."

Lin Xiyu had seen through it long ago, but with Du Zheng present, she didn't feel comfortable refuting: "But Zheng-ge didn't say anything, tacitly allowing them to do this, so we can only force ourselves and push ourselves to give it our all."

"This is all men's bad taste, using women for their amusement."

Wu Meng glared at the instigator in annoyance, her little gaze chilly, carrying a hint of hard-to-dispel killing intent.

"Achoo."

Li Yong suddenly felt a chill on his back, covering his nose as he sneezed.

"Are you two okay?"

Fu Zheng found it amusing and finally spoke up, helping the two best friends save face: "If you can't, forget it; girls lying on the ground will get their clothes dirty, which doesn't look good."

"Zheng-ge, you're so great."

Wu Meng felt relieved, happily losing herself, she ran over and hugged Fu Zheng, spinning half a circle.

Zhu Li's face turned black in an instant, her gaze toward Wu Meng full of resentment.

"You two hurry over, Xiao Bin and the others are waiting anxiously."

Fu Zheng knew she meant no harm and had no flirtatious feelings at all.

"Mm-hmm."

"Thank you, Zheng-ge."

Wu Meng and Lin Xiyu answered in unison, happily running toward the firing positions.

"Hey, hey, just let them go over like that."

Li Yong didn't get to see the show, and regretfully smacked his lips a few times.

"What else?"

Fu Zheng smiled and advised him: "You really dare to make them cry, my younger brother would dare to make you cry; Xiao Bin's temper isn't something to trifle with—without lifting a hand, just using his brain, he could make you suffer terribly."

"Cough cough."

Li Yong guiltily averted his gaze.

"Alright, begin."

Fu Zheng gave the order for him: "Three bullets each; everyone must stay in place and not get up until everyone has finished shooting."

"Yes."

The boys and girls answered in unison.

The soldiers responsible for teaching them shooting came to the firing positions in turn and loaded bullets for them.

Lin Xiyu was very excited, staring wide-eyed at the soldiers' movements.

"Afraid?"

The soldier responsible for teaching her felt a little smug, happily chatting with the beauty.

"Not afraid."

Lin Xiyu was eager to try.

"The rifle has strong recoil; when shooting, don't press your shoulder too tightly."

The soldier patiently explained and demonstrated for her: "Otherwise, after three shots, a delicate little girl's shoulder will very likely hurt."

"I know."

Lin Xiyu nodded very humbly, though in her heart she didn't admit she was delicate.

"Bang."

A sharp gunshot rang in her ears; Guben was ready and fired the first bullet.

"Hiss, so loud."

Lin Xiyu's eardrums hurt from the shock.

Wu Meng stood beside her and also subconsciously covered her ears.

"Hehe."

The soldier loading bullets for the two found it amusing, grinning and chuckling.

"Bang bang bang..."

Wang Fan and Li Liang also fired their bullets one after another.

Xu Yi didn't want to be left behind and fired his first shot.

"It's our turn."

Lin Xiyu excitedly extended her finger and hooked the trigger.

"When aiming, don't aim with one eye; that easily causes deviation. The correct method is to aim with both eyes. For the first shot, don't pursue accuracy; as long as you don't miss the target and hit the target, it's fine..."

The soldier crouching beside her was quite satisfied with his nominal apprentice and patiently taught her.

"Mm-hmm."

Lin Xiyu was also very capable, widening her eyes to aim at the target and pulling the trigger.

"Bang."

With a sharp gunshot, the bullet whistled out and penetrated the target.

"Very good, just like that..."

The Soldier watched with delight, sparing no praise.

At the same time, the Soldier instructing Wu Meng was not in such a good mood.

He also wanted to teach seriously, but the Beauty was too tense.

His fingers trembled, weakly hooked on the trigger, and his Small heart quivered along with it, jumping nonstop.

"Bang bang bang."

Another round of gunshots rang out; the boys had finished three shots, but his apprentice had not fired the first shot yet.

The Soldier couldn't bear to watch and helplessly covered his face with his hand.

"Let me teach her."

Fu Zheng came forward and patted his Shoulder.

"Yes."

The Soldier had no objection and quickly made way.

"Brother Zheng?"

Wu Meng saw it was him, and her Cheek turned red.

Not from shyness, but from embarrassment.

"I don't know why either; my Finger just keeps Trembling, and I can't control it."

She sheepishly wanted to give an Explanation, but for a moment she was inattentive; her wrist turned, and the muzzle suddenly veered off in a direction.

"Careful."

Exclamations rose all around.

Fu Zheng was Quick and pressed her hand, pushing the muzzle back.

"Whew."

The Soldier patted his own frightened Small heart, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said: "Little Miss, don't lose focus when speaking; on the Shooting Range, a muzzle veering off is no small matter—it can really kill people."