When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

In the pistol on the shooting range, nineteen bullets were fired. Although only two bullets hit the red heart, the others did not miss the target. Yong Ye is still very satisfied with his accuracy in this kind of venting shooting, after all What about the 50-meter target?

Just when Yong Ye took a long breath and let out a little bit of depression... People from the next door also came, and "bang bang bang!" Almost all hit the center red spot on the chest and the center red spot on the head.

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

Didn't the soldier next door know that his marksmanship was average, but he wanted to provoke him on purpose?

"Hey, soldier next door, your marksmanship is good, but good marksmanship alone is not enough. In order to keep you from being biased, I will personally guide you in combat training...practice...right?"

With deep resentment in his heart, Yong Ye planned to rely on close combat to teach his neighbors a lesson because his marksmanship was completely abused. For some reason, there would be soldiers who appeared at this time, as if deliberately provoking him.

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

"Fighting practice?"

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

"Ye want to teach me how to fight?"

"...No, nothing..."

"Did I hear wrong?"

"...That kind of thing is fine, I just want to know why you are here?"

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

"So did you come along?"

"Um."

Nodding slightly, Qi then looked at Yong Ye's shooting target in the distance.

"Ye, poor marksmanship?"

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

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

"...Obviously the first sentence is normal, why do you suddenly want to teach me how to shoot the second sentence?"

"I want to do something for Ye, and it happens that Ye's marksmanship is very poor."

"I'm convinced, you can teach me if you want. In short... please don't talk about my poor marksmanship."

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

The first step is to demonstrate...Although Yongye himself is very familiar with shooting things, but now it is just temporarily getting rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind and the pressure brought by daath. There is nothing wrong with watching Qi shoot, just take this opportunity to learn more This child probably won't have this chance in the future.

Qi's shooting was unexpectedly decisive. The speed 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 Qi is concentrating...it's unexpectedly beautiful."

"Oh...pretty? Me?"

"Shooting is amazing, as expected of Qi."

"…Thanks?"

Being patted on the head and praised suddenly made Qi a little puzzled, but she still lowered her head shyly and let Yong Ye touch herself obediently.

"Well, it just occurred to me that shooting isn't very important to me, so let's forget it. It's just around time for lunch. What would you like to eat?"

"Rice ball."

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

...Just like that, because someone else came, in order to avoid the scene where he was being taught by his "sister", Yong Ye easily pulled the topic away from shooting and took Qi to dinner.

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Eating in the restaurant, looking at the girl opposite who is sipping ordinary rice balls, the girl who looks really cute while eating, Yong Ye almost forgot his troubles for a while, and just focused on the beautiful and delicious girl in front of him. A feeling of being healed?

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

"Um……"

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

"Because, after the church was destroyed, it was the first time that I had a meal with Ye after a long time, so this is enough, and the rice balls are delicious, right? You should try it too?"

"No, I'll just..."

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

But... After taking it, he looked at the rice ball full of small half-moon gaps, and he realized, isn't this the leftover half of the meal? Feelings, this child directly gave him what he was eating just now?

When Yong Ye was hesitantly looking at the rice ball in his hand like a hot potato, Qi, who picked up the new rice ball on the plate again, noticed his hesitation, looked at him with urging eyes and asked.

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

"Well, what I wanted to say just now is... I'd rather be obedient than respectful..."

But the other party's gaze was too compelling, it was really hard 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 finished eating, Qi asked nervously, what should I know? This rice ball was not made by the aunt with a senior chef license in the cadre cafeteria, but by her.

Although generally there are no onigiri here, but due to Qi’s special status at the White Bone Christmas Tree, the chef recruited from the local area happens to be Japanese, so he naturally knows something as simple as onigiri, so now Qi can eat here.

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

"How could the rice balls melt in the mouth? Ye is lying to me again."

The obvious perfunctory words made Ling Qi stare at Yong Ye dissatisfied, but Yong Ye didn't have the slightest intention to reflect on it, and just continued to eat the fusilli noodles on his plate, because it was hard to describe, he could only respond casually.

"That's right... Maybe there's no way to melt it in your mouth?"

"It's not a general question."

"Is this kind of thing okay?"

"...Well, can I have a taste of Ye's too?"