Chapter Thirty-Seven: Genius

  Ren Ying walked out of this special training area with a whooshing sound, heading towards the entrance.

  "Hey, Little Brother-in-law! You've just arrived and you're leaving already?" At the entrance, a chubby young man caught up with Ren Yingqiu, still wearing shooting protective gear on his head - it was Lu Ming.

  "I'm not in the mood today, let's come back tomorrow," Ren Yingqiu waved her hand at Lu Ming and said, "Let's go."

  Lu Ming was also chubby, but he looked a bit like his uncle. He grabbed Lu Ming's arm and said, "Uncle, I've just started training, you see, you see, my last ten shots were all within the six-ring, isn't that awesome?"

  Ren Yingqiu took a glance at Lu Ming, nodded and said: "Alright! Tomorrow you come with me to this shooting range, I'll lend you a membership card issued by the municipal government, we'll go try it out in the VIP area."

  Lu Ming hastily nodded.

  Ren Yingqiu stayed and devoted himself to instructing Lu Ming. As Ren didn't have a son, he started teaching Lu martial arts, staff strikes, and shooting techniques from a young age. Consequently, Lu's marksmanship was quite good.

  "Hmph, you ignorant women, tomorrow I'll show you what it means to be vigorous in old age! Bah, I'm not old at all! Hmph, let me show you what it means for a treasured sword to never grow old!" Ren Yingqiu seethed with anger in her heart and began training with firearms alongside Lu Ming.

  At this time, Song Jian was studying shooting hard while enduring the compression of the beauty's chest peak. Fortunately, Li Mengya also realized that it was not suitable and avoided the friction between the two people as much as possible with a red face.

  Song Jian let out a breath of relief, digesting the knowledge that Li Mengya had taught him as much as possible. He couldn't help but say that although Li Mengya wasn't a professional shooting coach, her foundation was very solid and her shooting standards were even better than those coaches.

  "Alright, you try it now." Li Mengya said, seeing that Song Jian's posture was already quite standard, pointing to the distant target.

  Song Jian smiled and pulled the trigger with a "bang" according to Li Mengya's teaching method.

  Song Jian saw clearly that after the bullet was fired, it accurately penetrated the center of the target.

  "Ah, no pressure at all, this is way too easy." With that, Song Jian pulled the trigger again, but this time he wasn't so lucky. The bullet veered off course by a lot and didn't even hit the target.

  Li Mengya walked over and said, "Your talent is pretty good, but the second time, when you spoke, your breathing became disordered. You must grasp the rhythm of your breath in order to hit every shot accurately."

  Song Jian nodded, after shooting off target, he also realized that it was his own breathing that caused his wrist to shake up and down, which made the bullet deviate from its trajectory.

  Next, Song Jian continued to train alone, taking the Washing Marrow Pill. His arm strength was sufficient, and his fatigue recovery ability was abnormal. For the entire afternoon, Song Jian kept aiming, shooting, aiming, and shooting. In the continuous training process, Song Jian's grasp of Long Wei's performance became clearer and clearer.

  With the VIP card issued by the municipal government, Song Jian had 10,000 free bullets for his own training, so he didn't have to worry about the high cost. In one afternoon, Song Jian used up 800 rounds of ammunition.

  After finishing their training, it had already gotten dark. The two of them completed the exit procedures and left the shooting range, then had dinner together before parting ways.

  Back home, Xu Si and Xia Lin were sitting in the living room chatting.

  Song Jian entered the door, Xia Lin ran over with a thud, saying: "Say, who are you having dinner with tonight?"

  "Oh, and a policewoman. I told you about her yesterday, today I went to the shooting range for training, coincidentally ran into her, she taught me how to shoot, so I invited her out for a meal." Song Jian explained, changing his shoes.

  "Really?"

  Xia Lin's eyes revealed a sly smile, she sniffed her nose while circling around Song Jian, drawing out the tone and said: "But why is there a woman's scent on your body?"

  Xu Si looked at Song Jian and Xia Lin, and involuntarily furrowed his brow.

  "Is it? Is it?" Song Jian sniffed his collar and said, "Oh, maybe it's the perfume sprayed in that restaurant. Hmm, I'll go into my room first."

  After finishing speaking, Song Jian hurriedly drilled into his own room, took out Long Wei, and continued to study.

  Xia Lin smiled and returned to Xu Si's side, saying: "Sister, Uncle is not being honest."

  Xu Si gave Xia Lin a glance.

  Xia Lin held her cheeks with both hands, barefoot and curled up on the sofa, saying: "Sister, is Uncle really a drug addict you picked up from the street? Why do I feel that Uncle is somewhat mysterious? Sister, what kind of woman does Uncle date?"

  Xu Si stretched out his hand and patted Xia Lin's head, "No gossiping. Go to sleep early, I'll go back to my room first."

  After finishing speaking, Xu Si went upstairs. For some reason, she felt a bit depressed and lay on the bed with her head covered, falling into a daze-like sleep.

  Xia Lin gave her cousin a strange look and then continued watching her Korean drama.

  Song Jian once again grasped the Longwei, following Li Mengya's teachings, holding the gun and training for two hours. After training, Song Jian lay on the bed, resting while still gripping the Longwei.

  The next morning, after breakfast, Song Jian first drove Zhou Yumin's dedicated car to send Xia Lin and Xu Si to school and work. Then he headed to the Red Star Shooting Range himself.

  Inside the shooting range's VIP area, Li Mengya was already waiting there. Today, Li Mengya wasn't wearing her police uniform, but rather a slightly loose casual outfit that concealed her explosive figure.

  Song Jian still applied for the use of his own firearms, and of course, the ammunition was provided by the shooting range.

  "I've got a feel for it," Song Jian said as he loaded the bullets, "shooting is so much simpler than archery was when I learned it all those years ago."

  "Oh? Your archery skills are really impressive?" Li Mengya felt that Song Jian was like an old friend, and speaking with him came naturally.

  "Of course, yeah, shooting a sparrow on the ground is too easy for me." Song Jian hehe smiled, clicked, and loaded the Dragon Might.

  "Hey, Meng Ya, and... oh, Xiao Song, you guys are really working hard, coming so early." Two chubby men walked over from a distance, one big and one small, one old and one young. Song Jian furrowed his brow, the speaker was Ren Yingqiu, and the little chubby guy beside him was Lu Ming.

  "Good morning," Li Mengya greeted politely, her body naturally leaning towards Song Jian.

  Upon seeing this subtle movement, Ren Yingqiu hummed a tune in his heart and then burst out laughing: "Well, I was just thinking of teaching my nephew to practice shooting. Pure practice is too monotonous, why don't we have a little competition instead?"

  Li Mengya glanced at Song Jian and said in a low voice: "Song Jian just learned it yesterday, the foundation is not solid yet."

  "Ah," Ren Yingqiu hastily said, "My nephew hasn't studied for long either. Let them compete and have some motivation, right, Lu Ming?"

  Lu Ming's eyes had been fixed on Li Mengya, and he smiled: "Exactly, Mengya... no, let me practice with your apprentice."

  Lu Ming wanted to call Meng Ya "sister", but then thought that his uncle was pursuing Li Meng Ya, so if he called her "sister", wouldn't it mess up their generational relationship? So Lu Ming forcibly swallowed the word "sister".

  Li Mengya looked at Song Jian in dismay.

  Song Jian knew that Ren Yingqiu had come to take revenge, yesterday Li Mengya's unintentional words had hurt the deputy director so much, and today he actually brought Lu Ming to find a place.

  Lu Ming pretended not to recognize Song Jian, and he called out to the shooting range supervisor, also choosing a Glock pistol, loading ten rounds of ammunition, and then walking towards the shooting range.

  "Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

  After the sound of gunfire faded away, Lu Ming walked out with a smile and said: "I've made a fool of myself. My marksmanship was taught by my uncle, but compared to him, I'm far inferior. In his heyday, my uncle was the shooting champion in the police academy's shooting competition."

  Lu Ming's flattering words made Ren Yingqiu feel proud and complacent on his face, although he only won the silver medal in that year's competition.

  "Low-key, low-key, your marksmanship still needs to be practiced well, and you only got one shot in the tenth ring," Ren Yingqiu said with a straight face.

  The results are out soon, one shot ten rings, eight shots nine rings, one shot eight rings.

  Song Jian just smiled and said, "Alright, then let's have a good talk."

  As he spoke, Song Jian walked into the same shooting range, raised the dragon tooth in his hand, and without wearing any protective gear, "Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang", eight bullets were fired within half a minute.

  "Huh?" Ren Yingqiu was taken aback, then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "As expected, you're an amateur. Firing continuously will lower your accuracy rate by at least 99%. Do you really think you're a genius?"

  After the shooting, Song Jian shook his head and walked over, saying: "Ah, Officer Li, I really owe you an apology for your instruction. You trained me for a whole day, but I still can't hit all the bullseyes."

  The judge ran over and reported: "Three 10s, three 9s, two 6s."

  Song Jian sighed and said, "Alas, it's really too bad. Sorry, Director Ren, sorry, I just practiced yesterday, compared to my coach Li Jingguan, it's far from good."

  Song Jian deliberately let out a long sigh, Ren Yingqiu's face had already turned from red to white. He originally wanted to bring Lu Ming along to show off his skills and suppress Li Mengya's arrogant attitude at the same time. But as he approached Li Mengya, he didn't expect that Song Jian, who was just an ordinary person, would have a shooting level higher than his own! The key thing was that just yesterday, Ren Yingqiu had indeed seen that Song Jian was a novice who had just started handling guns!

  Lu Ming was standing behind Ren Yingqiu at this time, but his face revealed a sneering smile. "Song Jian, Song Jian, I was originally worried about how to provoke my uncle to teach you a lesson, but unexpectedly you yourself ran into the muzzle, humph, in the future if you dare to compete with me for Xia Lin again, don't blame me for getting rid of this little driver."

  Ren Yingqiu's face turned pale with rage as she stormed off in large strides.

  Song Jian just smiled and said nothing, he was not afraid of the deputy director, and even more so, there was no need to worry about Li Mengya, Li Mengya's background could scare this fat director to death.

  Having loaded the bullets, Song Jian continued his serious training...

  Thank you for your repeated rewards, I'm afraid there won't be good books to read without them. Thank you very much. Extremely grateful.