"You think playing with a slingshot for a few years means you can handle a gun?"
Suddenly, a familiar and pleasant voice rang in her ears, accompanied by a familiar, fragrant scent that enveloped her.
This scent made her feel inexplicably warm and familiar in that instant.
Ji Anning's heartbeat involuntarily slowed by half a beat.
She turned her head in shock, the man had already bent over, his hands reaching out to grasp hers, his head moving from behind to in front of her, one eye peering through the sight.
'Bang!'
'Bang!'
'Bang!'
"..."
The shots followed one after another, pausing for at most two seconds, mostly just one second.
Ji Anning was completely stunned, the man's dark hair brushing against her chin, her heartbeat completely chaotic.
She couldn't hear the cheers around her.
She couldn't hear the music in the mall.
It seemed as if everything in the world had stopped.
"Twenty-one."
