Sir, don't be too bad

"...I didn't say anything." Si Nuanqian slowly turned her head.

"It's time for the family members." Mu Cangkong smiled and looked at several family members: "Who will come first?"

"I'll come first." Xia Yiwan took a deep breath and walked forward.

Die early and be born early, otherwise she will die of nervousness.

"Relax, don't be nervous." Simo looked at her tense body, and immediately stepped forward to wrap her arms around her: "It's a big deal, I'll just cook for them."

"Really?" Xia Yiwan looked up at him and said with a smile, "What if they don't eat?"

"I'll eat." Si Mo said cheerfully.

When Xia Yiwan heard this, she couldn't help but bend her eyes, and then picked up the gun.

Simo did not let her go, but wrapped her waist from behind, supported her arms with his hands, and helped her find the best balance and angle.

"Okay, hold on, adjust your breathing." Si Mo said softly, while taking a step back.

Xia Yiwan took a few deep breaths, then held her breath and pulled the trigger.

The family members shot at fixed targets, only one target, and shot three times in total.

"Fifth ring, sixth ring, fifth ring."

A total of sixteen rings.

Hearing this result, Xia Yiwan was a little discouraged.

But before she could speak, Si Mo had already pulled her into his arms.

"You've made progress." Simo whispered, and kissed her on the forehead.

Xia Yiwan couldn't help laughing: "You really know how to comfort people."

"Oh, brother, can you two not be so tired and crooked? Consider our feelings, okay?" Tang Jin looked at them speechlessly and said.

"When you were tired, you didn't consider our feelings." Xia Yiwan shot back with a smile.

Tang Jin was about to refute, but was pushed by Si Nuanqian: "Brother Xiao Jin, hurry up, stop talking nonsense!"

"Okay, let me show you what the new generation of sharpshooters look like!" Tang Jin brushed his hair confidently, then picked up the gun.

After three gunshots, a mechanical voice sounded: "Four rings, four rings, four rings."

"Pfft!" Lin Mi laughed lowly.

Si Nuanqian laughed out of shame: "Haha, this is the sharpshooter of the new generation? I'm dying of laughter!"

"I'm acting out of order." Tang Jin defended himself calmly.

Bai Bing glanced at him speechlessly, stretched out his hand and pulled him over.

While speaking, Lin Mi had already fired three shots under Mu Qianxun's guidance.

"Eight rings, six rings, seven rings."

There are 21 rings in total.

"To be a little fairer, I'll use my left hand." Shangguan Jiu'er flicked her long hair, picked up the gun gracefully, and fired three shots in a row.

No surprises, three ten rings.

"It's your turn, Nuan Nuan, don't let us down!" Tang Jin gritted his teeth and reminded, apparently not forgetting Si Nuanqian's ridicule to him just now.

"No matter how bad I am, I will definitely surpass the twelve rings, so don't worry." Si Nuanqian said confidently

As soon as she finished speaking, Shangguan Ling Qi's cold voice sounded: "Don't be shy, hit hard."

"Of course I will fight hard." Si Nuanqian picked up the gun, stood firm and began to aim.

Shangguan Lingqi put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood behind her: "Raise your hands higher, yes...that's it..."

Si Nuanqian pulled the trigger, shot a shot and then stopped, pricking up his ears.

"Nine rings."

When Si Nuanqian heard this voice, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned around abruptly, stretched out his arms in surprise, and hugged Shangguan Lingqi: "Shangguan Lingqi, did you hear that I hit the nine rings?" !"