"Smells so good..." Lin Qiye, who was in pain all over, stumbled out of the training room. When he smelled the fragrance coming from the activity room, his eyes, which were like dead ashes, lit up again.
The corners of Wen Qimo's mouth slightly lifted. "It seems like you didn't escape unscathed from the morning's beating..."
Lin Qiye walked straight to the activity room. Just as he pushed the door open, four pairs of resentful eyes swept over him.
"...Something seems off," Lin Qiye felt that the atmosphere was not right. "What's... going on?"
"Nothing, sit down and eat," Chen Muye glanced at him and said calmly.
"Oh."
After Lin Qiye sat down, Hong Ying stared at Chen Muye, looking pitiful.
"Let's eat," finally, Chen Muye said the words that everyone had been waiting for.
Everyone reached out like hungry wolves who hadn't eaten for days, their eyes turning red.
"Sister Hong Ying, is the food for the Night Watchmen always this good?" Lin Qiye looked at the table full of dishes and asked softly.
Hong Ying answered impatiently, "I don't want to talk to you right now."
After Hong Ying finished speaking, she thought for a moment and added, "I'll talk to you after I finish eating!"
Lin Qiye:...
"Lin Qiye."
"Here, Captain."
"After today's training, did you gain anything?"
"Yes, I gained a lot."
"Hmm." Chen Muye nodded, paused, and continued, "Does it hurt?"
"...A little."
"Xiaonan, help him treat it later."
Si Xiaonan pouted and obediently nodded, "Okay."
Chen Muye thought for a moment and added, "It doesn't have to be completely healed, as long as he can still take a beating tomorrow."
Lin Qiye:...
Clack!
Two pairs of chopsticks collided in the bone soup, making a slight sound.
The two pairs of chopsticks held onto the piece of meat, neither willing to let go.
Hong Ying and Wu Xiangnan stared at each other, locked in a stalemate, their gazes colliding in the air, creating a series of sparks.
"Wu Xiangnan, I saw this piece of meat first," Hong Ying glared and said.
Wu Xiangnan calmly replied, "I picked it up first."
"Let go."
"I won't."
"Let go!"
"I won't!"
Clatter...
The sparks between the two grew stronger.
At this moment, Leng Xuan, who was quietly eating with a low presence, stared at the piece of meat, reached into his waist, and pulled out a mini MP5 submachine gun, placing it on the table.
"Let go," he said calmly.
Hong Ying:...
Wu Xiangnan:...
Leng Xuan naturally extended his chopsticks and took the largest piece of meat, hesitated for a moment, and put it into Lin Qiye's bowl.
"The newcomer should eat more. We'll practice shooting later," Leng Xuan put away the submachine gun and said coldly.
"Ah? Oh... okay," Lin Qiye didn't react for a moment, then stared at Leng Xuan, who was eating with his head down...
Damn,
What does it mean to be ruthless with few words?
This is what it means to be ruthless with few words!
"Leng Xuan, try not to pull out your gun at the dining table next time," Chen Muye reminded him.
"In case it goes off... it would be a waste of the food on the table."
Leng Xuan nodded, "Oh."
Hong Ying and Wu Xiangnan glanced at each other, then obediently lowered their heads to eat.
When Lin Qiye finished all the food in his bowl, Leng Xuan stood up and walked to his side, calmly asking, "Are you full?"
"Yes."
"Let's go, practice shooting."
"Okay!"
Watching the two gradually disappear in the corridor, Wen Qimo sighed and turned to Si Xiaonan.
"Xiaonan."
"What's wrong?"
"Your position as the team's favorite has been replaced."
Si Xiaonan: ￣へ￣
...
"A gun is a hot weapon, the crystallization of human wisdom."
In the shooting range, Leng Xuan stood in front of a wall neatly displaying various firearms, his expression emotionless.
"For high-level mythical creatures, guns have very little effect, but for low-level mythical creatures, firearms are often more effective than cold weapons. Especially for newcomers who don't have strong close combat skills, learning to use firearms is essential."
Leng Xuan took a handgun from the wall behind him and placed it in front of Lin Qiye.
"I will only teach you two things: shooting skills and the principles of firearm construction. Unless you plan to specialize in firearms in the future, this should be enough for you."
Lin Qiye nodded repeatedly.
"Now, take this gun and shoot at the target. Let me see your talent," Leng Xuan pointed to a target not far away.
Lin Qiye nodded, picked up the handgun, and stood in front of the shooting range.
Taking a deep breath,
Imitating the movements he had seen on TV,
Raising the gun,
Aiming,
Shooting!
Bang!
A gunshot, and two faces instantly turned dark.
Missed the target...
Leng Xuan walked to the target and confirmed that there were no bullet holes, his expression seemed a bit unpleasant. "You missed the target at 30 meters...?"
Lin Qiye put down the gun and coughed lightly. "Um... how is my talent?"
Leng Xuan glanced at him and closed his eyes in despair.
"You? You have no talent at all."
Lin Qiye:...
...
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Back at Hong Ying's mansion, Lin Qiye collapsed weakly on the sofa, rubbing his tired eyes.
After a day of training, he had suffered both physical and mental torment. First, he was beaten by the captain, then shot with rubber bullets, and in the evening's firearms class, his self-esteem was repeatedly crushed...
He really had no talent for guns.After a night of training, Lin Qiye walked out of the training room, clearly feeling that Leng Xuan was even more tired than him. Most importantly, the light in his eyes... was gone.
In the end, Leng Xuan comforted him, saying that it was not too outrageous for a beginner to be like this, and encouraged him to work hard in the future.
However, as they talked, it turned into Lin Qiye comforting him instead.
"Don't worry, I think my lack of talent is temporary. I'll get better with more practice."
"You need to have faith in me, and in yourself. Your shooting skills are so strong, there's no reason you can't teach me, right?"
"Time, the most important thing is time... you need to have patience..."
"Be optimistic. At least within twenty meters, I can still hit the target. There's hope for me!"
"..."
Just as Lin Qiye was feeling downcast, a beautiful figure quietly walked up to him.
"Brother Qiye, are you very tired?" Hong Ying, dressed in a fluffy pajama, handed Lin Qiye a cup of tea with a smile.
Lin Qiye forced a smile and took the tea, "Thank you."
"Actually, it's not too bad. Although I'm tired, I feel fulfilled." Lin Qiye took a sip of tea and looked around, "Where's Xiaonan?"
"She seems to be a bit upset that you've taken her place as the team's favorite. She's gone back to her room."
"No wonder. When she was treating me just now, she kept pinching my flesh. I thought it was a normal procedure." Lin Qiye touched his bruised arm and suddenly realized.
Hong Ying burst out laughing.
"Actually, the captain is strict with everyone. When I first came here, even though I'm a girl, he didn't hold back at all and made me cry." Hong Ying looked out the window, seemingly recalling something, a smile appeared on her lips.
"That's a bit harsh."
"Not harsh, not harsh at all." Hong Ying shook her head, "The death rate of the Night Watchmen in Cangnan City has dropped significantly, and it's mostly due to the captain. One reason is his strong personal strength, and the other is... he's responsible enough for his team members.
The harder he hits you, the more you'll remember the pain and grow quickly.
He'd rather have his team members hate him than see them die on the battlefield due to lack of strength... do you understand?"
Lin Qiye was silent for a long time, seemingly recalling Chen Muye's sharp gaze in the morning, and slowly nodded.
"I understand."
Hong Ying's lips curled up slightly, she patted Lin Qiye's head like a big sister and whispered, "Alright, if you're tired, go to bed early. Good night."
"Good night."
Lin Qiye bid Hong Ying goodbye and returned to his room. He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the empty ceiling.
After a while, he slowly got up from the bed...
He drew the straight blade from its sheath,
One hand holding the blade, the other holding the sheath,
He closed his eyes and recalled every move Chen Muye had made today,
Under the hazy moonlight,
He swung his blade again and again!