Chapter 35 (1/2)

Shooting training room.

A heavy muffled sound came out and disappeared on the surrounding sound insulation baffle.

Rong qianxia's body stood straight, holding the gun with both hands, staring at the target in front, aiming and shooting at one go.

”Three rings!”

”Seven rings!”

”Zero ring!”

……

The mechanical electronic sound accurately reported Rong qianxia's shooting results, but the two people present frowned at the same time.

Rong qianxia put down the gun, shook her arm, rubbed the sour muscles on her arm, and walked towards the target in front.

On the target paper, her achievements were clearly displayed, but Rong qianxia frowned.

Such a result is too unstable to be promoted to the seventh Ring Road in two days.

Pick up the gun that still emits residual temperature on the table, and let shallow Xia wonder why her performance fluctuates so much when she hits the target.

After a short rest, Rong qianxia changed a magazine again and fired again.

Song lengge stood beside him, his black eyes carefully staring at Rong qianxia's shooting action, subtle to any small point.

Song lengge also has some doubts. A person's shooting talent is often born. No matter how good or bad, after a period of training, the shooting level will be in a relatively stable range.

It's rare for people like Rong qianxia to shoot at good times and at bad times, and with such a big gap.

For a moment, even song lengge could not see the specific problem.

After shooting again, Rong qianxia put down her gun and moved her fingers in front of song lengge. This time, her performance was even more outrageous. The best was the eighth ring, and the worst was still miss the target.

”Song lengge, do you know why?”

There was really no way. Rong qianxia stared at Song lengge, hoping that he could solve his doubts.

Her biggest problem now is how to stabilize her performance. Looking at the Miss target and the eight rings for a while, Rong qianxia felt uneasy in her heart.

Song lengge frowned, with a touch of doubt on his cold face. He stretched out his hand and pulled Rong qianxia's palm and looked at it carefully.

”Hey! What are you doing?”

The right hand was suddenly held by a man. Rong qianxia frowned and spoke coldly.

However, when seeing song lengge's serious expression, he stopped resisting and let the man move.

A moment later, song lengge picked up the pistol and put it in Rong qianxia's palm. Looking at Rong qianxia's action of holding the gun, he finally raised his eyebrows, as if he had solved his doubts.

”What's the matter?”

Looking at the man standing in front of him, he obviously understood but didn't open his mouth. Rong qianxia was a little worried.

It can't be your own hand. There's really a problem!

”No problem, I'll teach you to shoot.” song lengge's cold face and low voice instantly dispelled Rong qianxia's uneasiness.

Rong qianxia asked no more questions, went to the shooting position, picked up the gun and put on a standard posture.

Song lengge strode behind him, with his broad chest on Rong qianxia's back, clenched her palm with both hands, and adjusted Rong qianxia's position of holding the gun bit by bit.

”Shoot!”

Loosen his palm, song lengge slightly lowers his head, looks at Rong qianxia's small hair and opens his mouth in a deep voice.

Like a conditioned reflex, at the moment the man spoke, Rong qianxia pulled the trigger.

After the gunshot, listening to the number of rings reported by the mechanical electronic sound, Rong qianxia was a little stunned.