The next day.
In front of the villa on the hillside.
"Sister Xiao Hui."
Song Xiao Hui walked to the side of the Mercedes-Benz, and Xin Yi opened the back door.
"Thanks."
Song Xiao Hui smiled faintly, then turned her head to glance at Lu Yan and Ao Ming who were standing at the door, waved her hand, and sat in the back seat.
Xin Yi then drove the Mercedes-Benz away.
Two more cars followed closely behind.
Today, Lu Yan said he would take Ao Ming to the shooting club, so Song Xiao Hui could only go to work alone.
She had practiced martial arts last night, holding a horse stance for over half an hour, and Song Xiao Hui's legs were aching. However, she insisted on going to the store to watch over it.
"I guess any woman would envy Xiao Hui."
Ao Ming watched the departing Mercedes-Benz, couldn't help but glance at Lu Yan.
"What about you?"
Lu Yan chuckled.
"A little."
Ao Ming said bluntly, "You truly spoil her."
"It's nothing special."
Lu Yan said indifferently, "I just don't want her to suffer any more misfortune."
"More misfortune?"
Ao Ming looked at Lu Yan in confusion.
Lu Yan didn't explain much.
He remembered that Song Xiao Hui's ending in the original plot was tragic. Lu Yan naturally couldn't let that happen to her, and he would never allow it.
Seeing this, Ao Ming didn't ask further. Changing the subject, she said, "Why are you interested in taking me to the shooting club today?"
"I'll be busy next week."
Lu Yan stretched, saying, "I promised you, and I will always keep my word."
"Should I thank you properly?"
Ao Ming playfully teased.
She didn't know why, but she found that being with Lu Yan made her feel relaxed and happy. She didn't need to think about any worries or troubles, nor did she need to worry about her safety. It felt like she was no longer an assassin.
"It's me who should thank you."
Lu Yan said seriously, "With you by Xiao Hui's side, I feel much more at ease."
…
Shooting Club.
A silver Volkswagen was parked in front.
Lu Yan and Ao Ming got out of the car together.
"Welcome, Mr. Lu."
The receptionist hurried out.
Seeing this, Ao Ming wasn't surprised. After all, Lu Yan was a high-level member here.
"Is there a private shooting range?"
Lu Yan asked.
"Yes, there is. I'll take you there right away."
The receptionist naturally saw Ao Ming. Although she was unfamiliar, as she was brought by Lu Yan, it wasn't a problem.
There were often rich young masters bringing their girlfriends over to show off.
Although the receptionist was beautiful, she couldn't help but take an extra look at Ao Ming, especially her legs. They were truly eye-catching, and made other women envious.
Not long after.
Lu Yan and Ao Ming arrived at an enclosed shooting range.
It was only them two.
No one else was allowed to enter without permission.
Since it was private instruction, it was natural to keep it private.
Ao Ming was touched and satisfied by Lu Yan's meticulous arrangements.
"I don't quite understand the principles of your assassin's gunmanship, but for me, it's not about speed, accuracy, and stability, but about stability, accuracy, and speed."
Lu Yan casually picked up a black revolver, a classic M29 model.
The M29 revolver, although relatively small, fired a powerful 0.44 inch pistol round.
Since its release in 1955, its aesthetically pleasing design, compact structure, comfortable grip, and high reliability have made it a favorite among military, police departments, and hunters.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Lu Yan suddenly raised his hand, aimed at the human target, and fired six shots in a row, emptying the cylinder.
"This is the importance of stability."
Lu Yan looked at Ao Ming, who was shocked.
Although Ao Ming had seen Lu Yan do this before, she was still amazed.
Six bullets, only one bullet hole.
It wasn't that he missed, but that he hit the same spot every time.
This was more than just stability. It was an incredible feel.
"Did you train your feel?"
Ao Ming was puzzled.
"Half and half."
Lu Yan said, "I won't deny that I have good shooting talent, but the main thing is to practice more, focusing on stability. Once you can shoot steadily, then you can pursue accuracy, and finally speed."
"You're being too humble."
Ao Ming chuckled in her heart. This feel was probably something even her father, Ao Tian, would be amazed by.
However.
Ao Ming agreed with Lu Yan's words: talent alone isn't enough, you need to practice a lot.
Feel can indeed be trained, making muscles form fixed memories.
This is like those incredibly skilled machinists, whose hand movements can reach micrometer levels, a level of stability unimaginable to most people.
Next, Lu Yan didn't hold back much. He shared all his gun practice experiences and insights with Ao Ming.
Since he had promised Ao Ming, and Ao Ming had protected Song Xiao Hui, Lu Yan would fulfill his promise.
This training session lasted for a whole morning.
They had some food and continued practicing.
Lu Yan discovered that Ao Ming was captivating when she was focused, and she was incredibly dedicated to practicing. In Lu Yan's eyes, this was a good thing.
As long as she put her dedication to the right things, she would surely achieve great things.
"Still a bit off…"
After emptying a magazine, Ao Ming found that the bullet holes were still not concentrated enough.
Not all six bullets in the same spot, but not even two.
After all, Ao Ming had a foundation, and a good one at that. She shouldn't have been unable to find any feel at all.
"Your fundamentals aren't solid enough."
Lu Yan said, "You can't rush this."
"Aren't my fundamentals good enough?"
Ao Ming couldn't understand.
"They're good for others, but to reach my level, they're not enough."
Lu Yan said seriously.
"Do you want me to start from scratch?"
Ao Ming asked.
"If you're willing, that's the best."
Lu Yan said.
"Alright, you teach me."
Ao Ming didn't hesitate.
Only once a week, she had to cherish it.
"Then let's start with the shooting stance."
As he spoke, Lu Yan stood behind Ao Ming, like a professional coach, adjusting her standing posture.
Although Ao Ming felt their bodies touching, she didn't feel disgusted. Instead, a faint tremor ran through her heart as she let Lu Yan manipulate her body, making her adopt a standard shooting stance.
In fact.
Ao Ming also felt that her shooting state was far inferior to Lu Yan's.
This was the impact of strong fundamentals.
Lu Yan didn't know what Ao Ming was thinking. Right now, he was simply teaching Ao Ming how to shoot.
After all, the talent cultivation plan included Ao Ming's name.
Most importantly.
It's best if a woman protects the women around her.
Ao Ming was the ideal choice.
Unknowingly, the sun began to set, and night was about to fall.
Lu Yan and Ao Ming walked out of the shooting club.
"It feels so good!"
Ao Ming instinctively stretched, her beautiful curves on full display. She said, "My treat."
"Sure."
Lu Yan didn't refuse.
"Watch out!"
Suddenly, Ao Ming looked at Lu Yan, her gaze falling on a man standing not far behind Lu Yan. She saw the man holding a gun, pointed at the back of Lu Yan's head.
Before the words left her mouth, Ao Ming rushed towards Lu Yan, hugging him and turning around, facing the gun with her back.
As she pushed Lu Yan to avoid the vital point, she also intended to block the bullet for him.
"Bang!"
The gunshot echoed.