Lan City Sports Competition Park,
stepping into the shooting range.
Ji Yun, as a visitor, tried a few bullets, all hitting the bullseye.
"You must have practiced before, your stance, lifting the gun, including breath control are all very good," said the coach beside him.
Ji Yun didn't speak, just continuing to empty the magazine in his hand.
Quietly waiting.
When Qiu Mo finally appeared, Ji Yun lifted his gun once again.
But perhaps because his mind was somewhat in disarray, these few shots veered off course, failing to achieve outstanding results.
Meanwhile, Qiu Mo was at her own shooting lane. Initially, she hadn't paid attention to the man next to her, but after she put on her goggles and was practicing lifting her unloaded gun, she caught the gaze of the man in the lane beside hers.
Just a glance, and Qiu Mo found her gaze unable to move away.
"Ji Yun?"
Panic flickered through Qiu Mo's expressive eyes.
"Student Qiu Mo?" Ji Yun too pretended to be surprised.
