"What did you come last week? Relieve the pressure on the exam?"

Zhou Ziheng looked at him, lowered his head and set up the sniper rifle, and said in a muffled voice, "You said that's right."

What is the answer? Xia Xiqing shrugged indifferently. Seeing that he was about to shoot, he quickly put on the muffled earmuffs. Zhou Ziheng sniped a shot, his head was quite powerful, and he seemed to have practiced a lot. He now understands why so many fans in the fan circle begged him to play the police and killer. This face, this figure, and a gun were like hormones.

Zhou Ziheng got hot and got up and started teaching mode. He took a vest and put it on Xia Xiqing, and began to explain some precautions for the first shot.

"Can you not wear this?"

"If you don't wear it, your shoulders will hurt tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng put his glasses on him, picked up the aug on the table and skillfully put them in Xia Xiqing's hands.

"Don't you take me to practice?" Xia Xiqing was still a little immersed in the beauty of the moment he loaded it.

"Take." Zhou Ziheng walked around Xia Xiqing's back, held his hands and raised them high.

"Relax your shoulders, look straight at your targets, and focus on your attention." Zhou Ziheng surrounded Xia Xiqing, "Don't be afraid, I'll have some recoil later, I will keep holding you."

I was still making jokes just now, but now I have to start practicing with real swords and guns. Xia Xiqing is really nervous. His eyes were looking at the target in the distance, and he always felt that his sight could not be concentrated.

"Take a deep breath." Zhou Ziheng's voice was right in his ears. In order to make him with the earmuffs clear and clear, he was very close. The lips that always make people feel affectionate should be pressed on Xia Xiqing's ears. "Every time your heart beats, it will cause a slight tremor in your body, affecting accuracy, so try to slow down your heartbeat."

But Xia Xiqing felt that his heart was beating faster and faster.

"Let's try it casually, don't be nervous." His hands were still holding Xia Xiqing's gun-holding hands tightly, and his thumb rubbed Xia Xiqing's fingers with a soothing meaning.

"three……"

"two……"

"one."

The moment he pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out, and the powerful recoil made him back hard and pressed against Zhou Ziheng's chest. That kind of power seemed to force himself into Zhou Ziheng's body, like a wooden wedge nailed into the heart.

In the short time that was almost impossible to grasp, everything that could be called troubles was exploded by this shot. After a loud bang, there were only two people left in the world, including Zhou Ziheng, who had never let go of his hand for a moment.

"How is it? Isn't it very decompressed?" Zhou Ziheng took off his earmuffs and looked at the target, "You are very talented, much better than my first time."

Xia Xiqing fell in love with shooting completely. He was born with a boldness and almost didn't need Zhou Ziheng to assist him. He quickly got it alone and almost scored the ten rings in several strokes.

This was the first time Zhou Ziheng saw Xia Xiqing, who had always been lazy, so passionate about something, and he couldn't help but taste something. Although he brought him by himself, it was not his original intention to be completely left aside. I really couldn't stand it, Zhou Ziheng got up and walked to Xia Xiqing, "Is it so fun?"

Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "It's fun. It's more fun than you."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't help laughing, "Where is more fun than me."

He learned the previous posture of Zhou Ziheng loading, "It lets me get on, you won't."

It's here again. Zhou Ziheng chuckled, "You can count a little."

Xia Xiqing pointed his gun at Zhou Ziheng's chest, looking scoundrel, "Do you want to let me go."

"You bully is very hard-core." Zhou Ziheng was too lazy to raise his hand, "I won't follow."

Xia Xiqing pushed the gun at his chest muscles, "You'd better know more, otherwise I'll kill first and then rape him."

"I have never known each other."

"Do you have any last words at the end of your life?" Xia Xiqing curled the corners of her mouth, like a professional killer.

"Last words..." Zhou Ziheng put his hands in his pockets lazily, looked up at his eyes, looking seriously thinking, "Half of my inheritance was donated to build Hope Primary School, and half of it was taken to build roads in the mountains, and the rest..." He suddenly leaned over and bowed his head to the gun and came over. The warm breath slowly sprayed on the bridge of the gun-holder's nose.

"Buy all the paintings Xia Xiqing painted for me and use them for me to bury them."

After saying that, he kissed Xia Xiqing who was slightly stunned.
Chapter completed!