Don't call me milk dumpling!

As a standard cool guy, Ruan Mian really has two points of talent in shooting, an activity that sounds cool at first sight.

After Bo Yan shot Ruan Mian with his hand, Ruan Mian started to try it himself. After a shuttle of bullets was fired, he was able to hit the innermost ring.

While changing bullets, Ruan Mian couldn't help turning her head to look at Bo Yan, her eyes sparkling, "Bo Yan, I'm not that good!"

Before Bo Yan started to hit himself, he just stood aside and watched Ruan Mian hit him. Seeing that his shots were more accurate than the other shots, he also raised the corners of his lips and praised without hesitation, "It's very powerful and cool."

Ruan Mian bent his eyes in satisfaction, he thought of something, and suddenly said: "Bo Yan, I want to see you fight."

Bo Yan has participated in a shooting competition. Although it is not a professional competition, it must be very good!

Bo Yan raised his eyebrows, "OK."

After saying that, he quickly put on the goggles, and pressed the red button on the side twice, as if he was adjusting something.

Afterwards, putting up bullets and setting up a gun in a standing posture, Bo Yan completed a series of movements with ease.

Seeing the tall and straight boy standing in front of him with a long-gun in his hand, Ruan Mian was dazed for a moment.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that Bo Yan and Shooting are really a perfect match, and it's hard to say which of the two is born for whom——

The aura of the ice-cold gun and the thin inkstone are completely integrated, it's really cool!

Ruan Mian was jolted back to his senses by a gunshot.

Accompanied by the gunshot, there was the sound of glass bottles shattering and falling to the ground.

Ruan Mian suddenly turned her head to look, and was surprised to find that Bo Yan was hitting a moving target!

It's not an ordinary moving target, but a rapidly rotating beer bottle!

But Bo Yan never misses.

Each of his shots can be said to be fast, accurate and ruthless, every shot is sure to hit, and no bullet is wasted!

After a round of bullets was fired, the front was empty, not a single wine bottle was spared, and the ground was covered with shattered glass.

Ruan Mian's eyes were wide open, and her mouth was slightly opened. She looked a little silly, but she was cute.

Bo Yan put down the gun and turned around. Seeing his expression, he couldn't hold back his smile, and deliberately said modestly: "Brother Ku, how is it? Is my spear-handling okay?"

Ruan Mian came back to her senses, and said in a rough and exaggerated tone with his baby-sounding voice, "Is this not only okay? This is too good! Bo Yan, you are so professional!"

Bo Yan used to come to this shooting gallery often, and he has heard many similar compliments, or even better compliments.

But he has never been so happy as he is now.

With a smile in his eyes, Bo Yan lowered his eyes to look at Ruan Mian, and suddenly said, "I can do this, do you want to get lucky again?"

Ruan Mian paused for a while, before she understood what Bo Yan meant, she saw Bo Yan suddenly stretched out her hand towards him, and spread her palm open.

In an instant, her mind was dragged back to the moment when she was held by Bo Yan and shot, Ruan Mian's eyelashes trembled, and she hesitated for some reason.

But Bo Yan seemed to be unaware, still stretched out his hand, patiently waiting for Ruan Mian's response.

Ruan Mian closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and stretched out a hand to rest on Bo Yan's palm.

It's just...it's just a boy's hand, isn't it normal?

Brother Cool can't lose face on this kind of thing!

But who knew, Ruan Mian barely made a mental preparation for herself, but Bo Yan suddenly closed her fingers.

Bo Yan's hands are much bigger than Ruan Mian's, and his fingers are still very long, so once he retracted them, he completely hugged Ruan Mian's hands.

Ruan Mian's unreliable psychological construction collapsed in an instant, and she felt her heart beating so fast, as if it could pop out of her mouth in the next second!

But Bo Yan didn't give up yet, his slender index finger slid gently on the back of Ruan Mian's hand again.

There was a tingling sensation in an instant.

Ruan Mian's hand trembled, as if he had been electrocuted, he suddenly broke free from Bo Yan's hand, raised his head and raised his eyebrows, and said fiercely: "You...what are you doing!"

Bo Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, with an innocent face, "Didn't I say, let me pass on your good luck?"

"Then...then just hold it." Ruan Mian was inexplicably afraid to look into Bo Yan's eyes, and lost his temper against the tips of his red ears, "Why, what are you touching me for!"

Bo Yan rolled his Adam's apple, and his voice was tinged with a faint smile, "I didn't touch you on purpose, didn't I just want to let you get lucky in all directions without dead ends?"

It is very eloquent.

Ruan Mian was speechless now.

He reasonably suspects that Bo Yan is trying to take advantage of him just because of him, but he has no proof!

……

The sport of shooting is really fascinating, it can make people concentrate and get rid of all unnecessary emotions.

Before they knew it, the two had already fought past twelve o'clock in the morning.

Ruan Mian was still happily changing magazines, when Bo Yan suddenly took off his earphones and goggles and walked over, reached out and pulled his arm, and said in a low voice, "I'll be here today, okay? I want to play with you next time." Come."

Ruan Mian stopped her movements, looked up at Bo Yan, and said in a tone full of meaning, "But I haven't played enough, are you tired? Wait for me when you're tired?"

"I'm not tired," Bo Yan smiled helplessly, "but I need to rest, and so do you. If you play for too long, your muscles will become tense."

Ruan Mian paused, then looked down at her arm.

Only then did he realize that he had probably been shooting all the time, and his arms had been kept tense for a long time, and now he was trembling unconsciously.

Ruan Mian sighed lightly, and still took off the goggles and earphones, but her tone was still very reluctant, "Okay then..."

Bo Yan stretched out his hand, and naturally squeezed his arm to relieve him, and said with a smile, "Is that how you like it?"

Ruan Mian nodded immediately, then shook her head again.

It is not so much that I like shooting itself, but rather that I like the short-term feeling of emptying that shooting can bring.

Obviously, Bo Yan can understand him.

Without further questioning, Bo Yan led Ruan Mian out, "Tell me anytime you want to come next time."

Ruan Mian nodded, then remembered something, "Well, I haven't paid yet, how do I charge? By the hour?"

Bo Yan squeezed his arm lightly, "No charge, you count... count..."

But after pondering for a few moments, Bo Yan didn't say the rest.

He actually wanted to say "family members", but now that people haven't caught up with them, he is afraid that it will backfire.

It was Ruan Mian who took the conversation consciously, and asked with a smile, "It's the back door, right?"

It sounds like it's not much different from "family members". Bo Yan curled his lips and said "um", "Yes, it's through the back door."

Both of them walked out of the gate of the shooting gallery, and Ruan Mian suddenly asked, "We don't need to follow anymore, did we say hello to that flower-armed brother?"

"No need," Bo Yan shook his head crisply, "He's very busy at night, so we won't bother him."

But Ruan Mian was really too simple in some respects, he asked stupidly: "What are you busy with? Settle accounts?"

He vaguely remembered that those who opened a store usually had to settle their accounts at night, and it was probably the same for opening a shooting gallery?

Bo Yan's footsteps stopped, and his face was rarely stunned. After a while, he let out a muffled laugh, shook his head and said, "No, busy adults should be busy. Do you still want to listen carefully?"

Ruan Mian finally realized belatedly, his little head shook like a rattle, "No... no!"

Bo Yan didn't tease him anymore, but took out a cigarette from his pocket, consciously put a distance of one meter away from Ruan Mian, but still asked for advice: "I smoke one, okay?"

He wasn't a big smoker, but he hadn't smoked after staying in the shooting range for so long, and he still wanted to smoke one when he came out.

Ruan Mian nodded without hesitation, "Okay, I don't mind."

In fact, he is not particularly resistant to the smell of cigarettes, and it is outdoors, and it is already late, there are no pedestrians on the road, so it is not too much for Bo Yan to smoke a cigarette.

After getting permission, Bo Yan took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, pursing his thin lips lightly, he took out the lighter and lit the cigarette.

Ruan Mian couldn't help standing aside, watching him light his cigarette.

I have to say that Bo Yan looks cool, no matter what he does, he looks cool.

It was getting late, and the flames reflected Bo Yan's side face flickering, inexplicably outlining a gentle but slightly lonely silhouette in the night.

After watching it for two seconds, Ruan Mian didn't know what she was thinking. Anyway, her mouth was faster than her brain, and she suddenly blurted out: "Bo Yan, I...I want to taste it too, what does smoke taste like."

Bo Yan's fingers trembling slightly, looked sideways, "Are you sure? The taste is not very good, it will be bitter, and you may be choked."

In fact, Ruan Mian regretted that sentence when he returned to his senses, but he was aroused by Bo Yan's words, and he said with a sullen face: "I... I am not afraid of suffering, nor afraid of being hurt. choked!"

Bo Yan looked down at him, didn't try to persuade him any more, but took out another cigarette from the case and handed it to Ruan Mian, "Taste one, and give me the rest."

Ruan Mian looked at the cigarette held between Bo Yan's fingers, and then at the one he was holding in his mouth. After a while, he didn't pick it up, but raised his finger to Bo Yan's mouth, and whispered: "I...I It’s just a taste, there’s no need to waste it!”

Anyway, anyway, they have already shared the same spoon and drank the same bottle of water, and now it seems that it is no big deal to smoke the same cigarette together!

Bo Yan's breath stagnated for a moment, he took a deep look at Ruan Mian, paused for two seconds, took back the cigarette that Ruan Mian didn't accept, took the half-lit cigarette from his mouth, and fed it directly to Ruan Mian's mouth, He said in a hoarse voice, "Just suck it in, don't suck too much, it's easy to choke."

Ruan Mian lowered her eyes, stared at the burning cigarette that was close at hand, subconsciously made a swallowing movement, then opened her mouth slightly, squeezed the filter of the cigarette, and took a light puff.

Because of the lack of breathing, Ruan Mian didn't know what it means to be overbreathed, but she didn't get choked.

The smoke just swirled around in his mouth, Ruan Mian opened his mouth and ran out.

"How is it?" Bo Yan looked at his expression carefully, "Is it very bitter?"

Of course the smoke is bitter, so bitter that Ruan Mian couldn't figure out why some people would like this taste.

But what remained on his lips was the one that had been sipped by the thin inkstone, giving a slightly moist filter-tip feel.

After a while, Ruan Mian's ears became hotter. He tilted his head and whispered, "It's okay, it's not that bitter."

Bo Yan suddenly closed his eyes, suppressed the overwhelming desire in his heart, and put the tossed cigarette back to his mouth as if nothing had happened.

When she reached the side of the road, Ruan Mian still felt dizzy.

Bo Yan threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, tilted his head and asked Ruan Mian: "It's getting late, should I take a taxi back to school, or find a hotel nearby?"

As soon as the word "hotel" was mentioned, Ruan Mian immediately thought of what Bo Yan said before.

Busy adults should be busy...

Ruan Mian was shocked, and said righteously, "Take a taxi and go back to school!"

Bo Yan suppressed a smile and took out his phone, clicked on the car-hailing app, and got vaccinated in advance, "But it's so late, we may not be able to get a car."

Bo Yan's words became a prophecy.

The time was late on the one hand, and the location of their school was too remote on the other hand, the two waited in place for a full 10 minutes, no matter whether it was a ride-hailing taxi or an express car, neither one took the order.

Bo Yan still asked Ruan Mian for advice, "Are you still waiting?"

Ruan Mian moved her lips, and was about to say "forget it", when Bo Yan's phone screen lit up, and a new prompt popped up——

A car owner has taken an order!

Ruan Mian was satisfied, "It's not easy, but I've really waited!"

Bo Yan gave a light "tsk", feeling so regretful in his heart.

However, the next second, his cell phone rang, and the owner of the car called.

Bo Yan swiped to answer the call, and turned on the hands-free directly. The driver's apology came out of the phone immediately: "I'm sorry, I'm already lying down, and I forgot to turn off the option to automatically accept orders in the software. I won't answer tonight." Okay, you can cancel it, okay?"

Ruan Mian: "..."

What a roller coaster ride!

Bo Yan answered "OK" lightly, hung up the phone, and clicked "Cancel" neatly.

"Forget it, forget it," Ruan Mian raised her hand and scratched her hair, this time without waiting for Bo Yan to ask again, she said directly, "I won't go back, find a nearby hotel to stay, and come back tomorrow!"

"Okay," Bo Yan put away the phone, raised the corners of his lips, "There is a quick selection next to you."

Ruan Mian: "?"

Is it his illusion?Why does it feel like Bo Yan is suddenly in a good mood!

The "beside" that Bo Yan said is not an exaggeration, it means the building next to it, which is only a 3-minute walk away.

It's no wonder that Brother Huaarm is busy at night, after all, it's so convenient.

The lady at the front desk was all smiles and had a good attitude, "Do you have a reservation?"

Bo Yan shook his head, Ruan Mian hurriedly asked, "Twin rooms are standard rooms, are there any more?"

"Wait a moment," the lady at the front desk looked at the computer screen and clicked the mouse twice, "I'll check it for you."

A minute later, she raised her head and said with a smile, "Just one room left."

Ruan Mian subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't even realize why he was nervous.

She didn't even notice that Bo Yan looked at him with eyes full of smiles.

The room was on the second floor, the corner one. After the two entered, Ruan Mian immediately looked for the remote control of the air conditioner.

Haicheng is located in the south, and the summer is very long. Even though it is almost the end of September, the weather is still very hot.

It's really hot, the kind that you can't sleep at night without air conditioning.

However, Ruan Mian held the remote control and pressed the air conditioner twice, but the air conditioner did not respond.

"What's wrong?" Bo Yan came over, "The air conditioner can't be turned on?"

Ruan Mian nodded, and handed the remote control to Bo Yan, "Try it."

Bo Yan also tried twice, but the air conditioner still didn't respond.

He simply raised his hand, unplugged the air conditioner and plugged it in again, but there was still no change.

It's just that in less than 5 minutes, Ruan Mian could already feel the sweltering heat in the room, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Don't worry," Bo Yan put down the remote control and walked to the phone beside the bed, "I'll call the front desk and ask."

Coincidentally, just as Bo Yan walked to the bed, the phone rang, and it happened to be from the front desk.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the voice of the lady at the front desk came out, "Just now my colleague came to tell me that the air conditioner in the room you live in is broken, and we have an appointment for maintenance tomorrow. Do you want to change to another room?"

Ruan Mian: "..."

Why is it such a roller coaster to stay in a hotel!

Holding the receiver, Bo Yan asked in a low voice, "What kind of room is there? Double bed room?"

Ruan Mian: "!"

"I'm really sorry," the lady at the front desk continued to apologize, "There was only one big bed room left, but it was booked out just now, and now there are only couple suites left..."

Ruan Mian... Ruan Mian was speechless.

What the fuck?

What is the guidance of fate!

The author has something to say: Xiao Bo: Fate favors me.

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