Yang Yi was a little confused. The education he received since childhood was that it was very important to maintain correct posture, correct behavior, and correct attitude.

Keeping it right is something engraved in Yang Yi's bones.

“Is the posture correct?”

"Nothing is wrong."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it and said, "It is very important to have correct postures. If you train with the right posture, you may feel a little hindered in a short time, but after you get used to the right posture for a long time, you will make some progress. No matter which kind of exercise, you will receive the correct training from the time you don't know how to do it at all, and the effect is often better, because a piece of white paper is obviously easier to draw than a piece of full-painted paper."

Yang Yi immediately realized the problem.

If he is a novice, he has some stiff movements when shooting due to his correct posture, but the problem is that he has fired at least tens of thousands of bullets, and he is no longer a novice.

All the people who teach Yang Yi to shoot are experts. They are all the people in the world who are best at shooting, but why don’t they find any problems?

Yang Yi was a little confused.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Yi said with a confused look on his face: "No one has ever said that my posture was a little stiff when shooting."

Ben shrugged and said, "Maybe I can only shoot but not fight. I have worked here for a long time. I have seen too many people shooting. I have also seen how a person's shooting state evolves from nervous to relax. You feel like a newcomer who has just been in contact with the shooting."

It was like a ray of light shining into a dark room.

Yang Yi felt that he had touched something, so he raised his hand and said in a trembling voice: "Let me think about it."

Discovering problems, summarizing them, analyzing them, and then finding solutions to them is what Yang Yi is good at.

"That is to say, because I pursued the right shooting too much, I was unable to hit it accurately?"

Yang Yi expressed his conclusion in a trembling voice.

Ben tilted his head and thought for a while, nodded repeatedly and said, "It can be said that the good shooters I have ever met are all in a relaxed state when they can play at their best. If you are nervous, then you can't play well."

"I'm no longer nervous, but I'm always reminding myself to fight well, I understand..."

The window paper can be penetrated by poking it, but if it is not poking it, it will be impossible.

Yang Yi immediately raised the gun again, but he quickly put it down again because he found that as long as he raised the gun, he would subconsciously make a standard posture and his body would always try to maintain this correct posture. But the problem is that when shooting, especially when he is really fighting with a gun, it is often impossible to maintain a stable posture.

Correct and standard postures are important, but they are not suitable for Yang Yi, a genius, because the price he paid for correctness is too high.

Yang Yi put down his gun, and then he said excitedly: "How should I practice?"

Ben thought about it seriously and said, "I don't know."

"have no idea?"

"I'm just an administrator, I'm not a shooting coach, so I don't know how to teach you."

Yang Yi has seen many extremely excellent shooters, but he was the first to point out that his shooting movements were too standard, which led to his inaccurate shooting.

"You must know, but you can't remember it for a moment. Please, think carefully about how you practice shooting? Help me, please."

Ben turned his head and thought for a long time, then he said helplessly: "Just practice that way."

"How to practice? Can you shoot me a few shots?"

Ben took the gun from Yang Yi's hand, then he held the gun in one hand, raised it casually, and then shot several shots at the target.

All ten rings.

"That's it..."

While speaking, Ben handed the gun to his left hand, and then he shot a few more times, and he made ten rings with a very casual gun.

"You can shake your hands. You just need...well, just hit it casually, and you'll be sure as you hit it."

Ben put down his pistol, and then he said with a look of embarrassment: "Many people have received too many bullets and can't finish them. I'm bored here every day and don't like to re-register the bullets I've collected into the warehouse, so I've finished the remaining bullets. After many years, I've been shooting casually. You asked me to teach you how to shoot. Sorry, I won't teach you."

Yang Yi was stunned for a while, then he whispered: "I understand, just fucking blind... just beating."

He picked up the pistol again and changed into a magazine, but this time Yang Yi was holding it with one hand, but he immediately found that he immediately entered the shooting position.

Yang Yi’s so-called shooting posture means that the body and brain react to the correct shooting method.

Yang Yi put down his gun, he tilted his head to the side, pointed the gun at the target and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Ben said in surprise: "What are you doing? I have never seen anyone who can still target without looking at the target."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I am different from you, I am different from you. As long as I pick up the gun and look at the target, I will automatically enter the correct mode. In order to pursue the correct correct shooting posture, it is not good for me, so what I have to do now is... fight whatever I want."

This time he was really a casual shot. Yang Yi didn't pursue a few rings at all. He just loaded the bullets and fired them out at will, and then repeated it.

Now Yang Yi is just using his pure shooting skills to follow the circumstances. It doesn’t matter if he loves it or not.

Yang Yi finally knew what a real relaxed shooting was, and now he deliberately avoided remembering this feeling. For him, it is better not to remember it deliberately than to remember it.

Finally, Yang Yi turned his head, then he looked at the target, tilted his hand and fired the gun horizontally.

Fight horizontally, slantly, swing the arms up and down, and fight left and right, and fight whatever you want.

Ben touched his chin and said, "This is the first time I have seen you who have practiced guns like this. Man, you are wasting bullets."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "We don't have to pay for it ourselves."

“That’s true.”

While talking to Ben, Yang Yi fired casually. The 22 bullet's recoil was low, and his hands were not so uncomfortable that he was shocked, so Yang Yi was really relaxed now.

Ben and Yang Yi had a chat, and then he helped Yang Yi load bullets into the magazine while chatting. When the magazine was empty, Yang Yi installed it with Ben.

Just when Yang Yi felt the right time, trouble finally came to him.

The three of them entered the indoor shooting range together, and then they came directly towards Yang Yi.

"Boy, you're hiding here."

A middle-aged man had a smile on his face, but he was not polite at all.

"It's really easy for us to find. Why, do you want to escape if you take advantage of it? This is wrong. Man, I suggest you better go back to the fighting arena and fight us the last time."
Chapter completed!