When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

The nineteen rounds of the pistol on the shooting range were empty. Although only two rounds hit the red heart, the others did not miss the target. Yongye was still very satisfied with his accuracy in this venting shooting, after all 50 meters target.

Just when Yong Ye let out a long sigh, when he was venting a little bit of depression... There was someone next door, and "Bang bang bang bang ---!" Almost all hit the most central red dot on the chest and the central red dot on the head.

Looking at his messy landing spot, and then looking at the next door... Yong Ye felt that he had finally recovered some of his mood, and suddenly it became worse.

The soldier next door didn't know about that soldier, but he knew his marksmanship was average, but did he deliberately provoke him?

"Hey, the soldier next door, your marksmanship is good, but the light marksmanship is not good enough. In order to keep you from being partial to subjects, I will personally guide you in your combat training... Training... right?"

With a strong resentment, Yong Ye planned to rely on melee combat to teach him a lesson because his marksmanship was completely abused. I don't know why he appeared at this time, like a soldier who deliberately provoked him.

However, when he walked out of the shooting position and saw the person in the other shooting position blocked by the partition, he was stunned.

"Fighting practice?"

The girl who pointed the pistol in the direction of Yong Ye turned her head slightly, showing her confusion.

"Do you want to teach me how to fight at night?"

"...No, nothing..."

"Did I hear it wrong?"

"...that kind of thing is fine, I just want to know why you're here?"

"Because I heard that Ye is here, so..."

"So you're coming?"

"Ok."

Nodding lightly, Qi then looked at the shooting target of Yongye in the distance.

"Ye, poor marksmanship?"

"...This is an ordinary level, you are too powerful..."

"Then, do you want me to teach night shooting? Can you teach me?"

"...The first sentence is still normal, but why did you suddenly want to teach me to shoot?"

"I want to do something for the night, which happens to be a bad marksman."

"I've convinced you. You can teach it if you want. Anyway... Please don't talk about my poor marksmanship."

Sighing as if giving up, Yong Ye accepted Qi's proposal and asked Qi to teach himself to shoot.

The first step is to demonstrate...Although Yong Ye himself knows a lot about shooting, but now he is only temporarily getting rid of distractions in his mind and the pressure caused by daath. There is nothing wrong with watching the shooting, so I just took this opportunity to learn about it. This kid probably won't have this chance in the future.

Qi's shooting was unexpectedly decisive. The rate of fire of the pistol was similar to that of an automatic rifle. It was surprisingly fast, and the accuracy was so high that Yong Ye was hit again.

"How about it?"

Putting down the pistol, Qi looked at Yongye.

"When I'm focused...it's unexpectedly beautiful."

"Ugh... pretty? Me?"

"The shooting is very powerful, as expected of prayer."

"…thanks?"

Suddenly being praised by touching his head, Qi was a little confused, but he lowered his head shyly, and let Yong Ye touch himself obediently.

"Well, it suddenly occurred to me that shooting is not very important to me, so let's forget it. It's just about lunch time. What do you want to eat?"

"Rice balls."

"OK, let's go to the restaurant for dinner."

...In this way, because someone else came, in order to avoid people seeing the scene where he was taught by his "sister", Yong Ye easily pulled the topic away from the shooting and went to dinner with Qi.

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Eating in the restaurant, looking at the girl across from me eating ordinary rice balls, and looking really cute, Yong Ye almost forgot her troubles for a while, and just focused on the beautiful and delicious girl in front of her, there was an inexplicable one A feeling of being healed?

"...Just this kind of ordinary, or even the cheapest food, are you satisfied?"

"Ok……"

Swallowing the food in his mouth, Qi raised his head and looked at him with Yong Ye's eyes intertwined, showing a faint smile as if he was enjoying the current situation.

"Because it was after a long time that the church was destroyed, and I finally had dinner with Ye Ye, so this is enough, and the rice **** are delicious, right? Try Ye Ye?"

"No, I just..."

Instinctively, he wanted to wave his hand to refuse, but looking at Shang Qi's hopeful eyes, Yong Ye still couldn't bear to refuse this small request and took over the rice ball in Qi's hand.

But... After taking it, he looked at the rice ball full of half-moon small gaps, and he realized that this is not the remaining half of the meal? Feeling, this child directly gave him what he was eating just now?

When Yong Ye hesitantly looked at the rice ball in his hand like a hot potato, he picked up the new rice ball on the plate again, but after noticing his hesitation, he looked at him with urging eyes and asked.

"That's it? Don't you want to try it?"

"Well, what I just wanted to say is... I just, it's better to be respectful than to obey..."

Helpless, the other party's eyes were too compelling, and it was really difficult to refuse, Yong Ye could only choose to hesitate and put the remaining half of the rice ball into his mouth.

"How about it?"

Before he could finish eating, Qi asked nervously. What he didn't know was that this rice ball was not made by an aunt with a senior chef license in the cadre's cafeteria, but by her.

Although there are generally no rice **** here, but due to the special status of Qi in the White Bone Christmas Tree, the chefs recruited from the local area happen to be Japanese, and they naturally know something as simple as rice balls, so now Qi can eat rice **** here.

"It's delicious, it melts in your mouth, and it's the best in the world."

"How can the rice ball melt in your mouth, and Ye is lying to me again."

Ling Qi glared at Yong Ye dissatisfied with the obvious perfunctory words, but Yong Ye had no plans to reflect at all, and just continued to eat the spaghetti noodles on his plate, because it was difficult to describe, so he could only respond casually.

"That's right... There's probably no way to melt it in your mouth, right?"

"Not an approximate question."

"This kind of thing doesn't matter, right?"

"...Well, can I have a taste of the night too?"