President Qi, I don't despise you

更新时间：2019-11-1120:55:57

On the training ground the next day, Qi Muye was wearing a black windbreaker and a light gray scarf and was sitting on the sofa outside the glass of the training ground.

The indoor is a sandy training ground, and two people in camouflage are practicing fighting.

Qi Muye stared closely at the two people on the training ground inside the glass, frowning slightly, with a hint of unbearable expression.

There is no other reason, Song Yi has been thrown by Shen Yan over the shoulder, sideways and other tricks 18 times, Qi Muye couldn't bear to watch it.

"Get up, as I said, keep your legs tensed, your limp ones are not strong enough for someone to kick."

Shen Yan looked at the person crawling on the ground again and said that Song Yi gritted his teeth and got up on the ground, showing a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat. He had also practiced fighting before, and he had no problem fighting an ordinary person, but with Shen Yan He didn't know the difference until he played against someone like Yan, and his practice was not much better than putting on airs.

Shen Yan saw that his strength and speed had improved a bit, and he insisted on holding on to three more moves in his hands before nodding.

"These two shots are not bad, but the goal of protecting Cangye is still far away. Let's take a rest and practice shooting for a while."

After speaking, Shen Yan left the training room, swept away the serious expression just now, and extended his arms to the person on the sofa for a warm hug.

"Xiaoyan, did you strike too hard? Was he able to bear this at the beginning?"

Qi Muye also raised his arms to hug the young man, and couldn't help but tell him, Song Yi and his good friend for many years really couldn't bear to look at him like this.

"It's okay, I'm sure, he is more resistant to beating than you think."

Shen Yan kissed his temples.

"It's okay, if he goes back with such a wound, maybe Cangye will soften his heart."

Qi Muye leaned on the young man and said calmly, he understood Cangye's thoughts, or they are essentially the same person.

"Well, so, I'm helping him, and if he really stays with Cangye in the future, it won't hurt to be better at it."

After all, there are more dangers around Cang Ye than him. He returned to life and quit the original circle, and he was in the country. Not to mention that there are not many people who know his identity, but there are those drug lords who have hatred against him He didn't even dare to come to the mainland of Z to make trouble for him.

"Xiaoyan, teach me something too."

Qi Muye knows that Shen Yan's side is not without danger, at least he will not become his weakness one day and let him be controlled by others.

"A Ye, I will protect you well, your body won't be able to withstand his torture."

If Qi Muye was in good health, he naturally wouldn't mind practicing with him, after all, he could rest assured that his skills were in him.

But his heart is the biggest problem, and he can't do strenuous exercise at all.

"I'll do what I can. If you feel uncomfortable, stop immediately? Don't worry, I'm not that serious."

It is true that he has a bad heart, but it is far from being restricted in his movements. As long as the activities are not too strenuous, there is no problem.

"Okay, I'll teach you some skills, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately, don't hold on."

"Okay, listen to the instructor."

Qi Muye rubbed his face with a smile and said that Shen Yan pulled Qi Muye out and helped him change into the training clothes. This man was already thin, but when he put on the camouflage, he had a slender waist. handsome.

Shen Yan pulled the man to look and look, finally Qi Muye patted his head speechlessly, and then he stopped his fiery gaze.

Treating the person he held in his palm, Coach Shen Da seemed to be a different person, as if he wasn't the one who didn't give up until he knocked the person unconscious.

Every movement explained in detail the essentials of the movement, how to exert strength, how to find the opponent's weakness, and then demonstrated it over and over again, even Qi Muye felt that he was long-winded.

In the end, Shen Yan was his partner, and it had to be said that Qi Muye's comprehension was very high, because considering his body, what Shen Yan taught him was not some moves to win with strength, but rather quick and surprising technical moves.

The key to winning this kind of move is to accurately judge the opponent's weakness, and Qi Muye's vision is indeed very poisonous. If it weren't for his physical limitations, Song Yi might not be his opponent if he kept practicing.

Seeing that there was thin sweat on his forehead, Shen Yan pulled him out to rest.

The blood energy after exercise made the person who was always pale look much healthier. If his body can accept it, it would be good to exercise properly in the future.

The two people here are tender and affectionate, but Song Yi's side is too tragic, because the shooting task Shen Yan gave him is from now to four o'clock, he must shoot 1000 rounds of bullets, no accuracy is required, and he is not even required to hit the target. It is only required that the bullets be fired within the specified time.

"Why do you insist on letting him finish the bullet?"

Qi Muye sat on the sofa, poured two cups of tea, handed a cup to Shen Yan and asked, "A master with a gun must be familiar with the feeling of bullets shooting out of the barrel of a gun. A sharpshooter is made of bullets, which is the same as that of 'Shu Du Bai'." It’s a truth to see what’s right, and the more times you do it, the more you’ll feel the gun.”

Shen Yan took the teacup and sat beside him, smiled again and said, "But only Master Qiao, who has a great career and enough guns and ammunition, can let him use such a simple and rough training just after touching a gun. Way."

"I don't think there are other training methods, but you are trying to trick him again."

Looking at his smile, Qi Muye knew that he had bad intentions. He admitted that what he said was reasonable, but even if he didn't understand guns, he knew that there might be a more scientific method for this marksmanship training. He did it on purpose It made Song Yi suffer, so he couldn't help nodding his head with his hand.

Shen Yan raised his hand to hold the man's hand, "Boss Qi is indeed smart, so are you going to tell him?"

As he said that, First Young Master Shen winked at him cheekily and innocently.

"You."

The man sighed helplessly, he knew he wouldn't say it.

The recoil is no joke. When Song Yi finished firing those 1000 bullets, he felt that his right arm was so numb that he almost lost consciousness.

"Go to the infirmary and get the medicine."

Qi Muye carefully helped him unbutton his shoulders and looked at his shoulders, it was already dark purple, very scary.

He hurriedly pulled people to go to the infirmary, but Shen Yan looked at it without saying anything, and led the way to the infirmary.

Qi Muye took out the safflower oil to help him rub the bruise away, but was blocked by Song Yi's hand.

"Change to a tasteless medicine, this taste is too strong."

It was too obvious to go home after painting this. Although he knew that Ao Ye would know when he came here to train, but he didn't want that person to know that he was injured, and he didn't want to make him worry anymore.

[The author has something to say:] Make up for Friday's copy, saying that I seem to owe a lot of monthly tickets, how about adding more crying chapters?No one cares about Song Gouzi, and he is still eating dog food at the same time, and he has to go back without telling his boss and diligently take care of Mr. Cang's body