Wei Shi was clearly expressionless, but he was extremely arrogant.

Wu Jin shivered and panickedly hit a chubby hook after the option.

Just looking at the handwriting, I have become a quail.

The form was sent respectfully to the boss, and Wei Shi put it into the toll machine. He heard a "ding" sound, and the automatic card was successfully marked, and a sweet prompt sound sounded again.

Wu Jin's little eyes floated along the questionnaire, and shrank slightly at the moment of deduction.

Instructor guidance, 1000 credit points/hour.

Monthly, annually, additional service fees, appointment fees, tips...

There was a dimness in front of me.

It seems that it has returned to the White Moonlight Entertainment Building.

Zoe looked heartbroken: "Little Witch, how can you spend money so much!"

Caesar shouted: "Little Witch! Who has snatched your credit point away? Brother stands out and beat him up!"

Secretary Qu shook his head Lianxi: "Xiao Wu, why did you buy some nuts and hard candy buns after you bought them?..."

Wei Shi saw the rabbit semen huddled in the corner of the wall, making a silent sob of poverty. He was already stunned when he looked at him and couldn't help but tickled.

"Come here." The man ordered.

Wu Jin trotted over and looked at the stress training evaluation form in the boss's hand.

A concise and easy-to-understand curve chart is drawn under the dense training data. In the two-hour training, the impedance time decreases the fastest, followed by the shock time, which means that the trainer has basically adapted to the primary stress scenario.

Opposite to the response line of significant progress - the curve representing "stress-aggressiveness" has always declined.

In short, the offensive awareness is weak and the shooting is not easy.

Without generating a report, Wu Jin could vaguely detect his training bottleneck.

Wei Shi pulled out the pen he had just filled out the form from Wu Jin and circled it on "stressful and aggressive": "Tell me and see."

Wu Jin hesitated and groped and spoke: "...It seems that it is mainly reflected in the sense of guns. When I was training just now... it was difficult to find the sense of guns even during normal training..."

Wei Shi nodded.

From the start of the audition, Wei Shi knew that he had never touched a gun when he saw the rabbit spirit sticking to the stump.

In the consciousness of the vast majority of federal residents, guns are always equated with offensiveness, violence, and war. Most of those who can overcome psychological barriers and choose a flight show as their career have an extraversion that matches it.

Judging from Wu Jin's personality and growth background, it is much more difficult for him to get a gun-like feeling than other trainees.

Seeing that the rabbit spirit began to think randomly again, Wei Shi said: "I said that E has the style of playing E."

Wu Jin raised his head, his eyes bright.

The arsenal of the training room opened.

Wu Jin followed behind, poking his head out from time to time, and saw the boss picking out the most ordinary hunting rifle from it and handing it over: "Try it."

Wu Jin nodded, and the dynamic target lit up at the other end of the training room.

He aimed with his breath and suddenly pulled the trigger - as if it were the first shot of each practice, his daily deviation.

The gun feel is piled up by the feel of countless shootings.

In dynamic shooting, players usually get more accurate shots from one shot. However, there will be no time to warm up in actual combat, and there will be no chance of placing guns.

Wu Jin obediently returned the hunting rifle, but Wei Shi did not speak, and passed the gun directly, and accurately sniped at the target.

Wu Jin's heart beat violently and his eyes were wide open unconsciously.

This is not the first time he saw a big shot when he saw a big shot. It was clean and neat. Every inch of his body's muscles and bones seemed to serve the moment he pulled the trigger. It was a life-threatening sight when he aimed.

White smoke emerged from the gun, and the man glanced at Wu Jin: "What does it feel?"

Wu Jin subconsciously spoke: "It seems to be glowing-" He quickly swallowed the second half of the sentence and returned rationally: "Pre-aim in place, ballistic control is accurate..."

Wei Shi interrupted: "When you shot, there was no light."

The man's gaze was slightly lowered, locking Wu Jin tightly. The boy was slightly stunned, and something seemed to flash in his mind: "What, what--"

Wei Shi: "When you are afraid, the light will disappear."

Wu Jin was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Shi made an unexpected move - six strong lights in the training room were turned on at the same time, the light source was hot and bright, and the whole room was as bright as daytime.

This is not the lighting that the training room should have.

Before Wu Jin reacted, his blood was already boiling rationally, pushing him to an extremely familiar and excited consciousness faster than muscle memory.

This is indeed not an ordinary ceiling light. Compared to ceiling lights, they should be called a hit light, a wall washing light, or a stage light.

Wei Shi raised his eyebrows and spoke behind the boy: "You are the best position, stage."

Wu Jin suffocated his breath and turned his head quickly.

Wei Shi: "How many years have you been practicing dancing?"

Wu Jin subconsciously spoke: "Eleventh Years--" Immediately looking at Wei in shock, my amber pupils were covered in confusion: "Big, how do you know, brother?"

Under the strong headlight, the rabbit spirit that was suddenly exposed stood silly.

Wei Shi briefly analyzed: "The theme song is choreographed, with good flexibility, and dancing is more flexible than your teammates holding guns." He summarized lightly: "Your brother is not blind."

Wu Jin: "..."

A moment seemed to flash across Wei Shi's face that could barely be called pleased, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the cold and hard lines.

Wei Shi: "What kind of dance have you learned?"

Wu Jin finally reacted and woke up from a dream: "Classic dance, Hiphop, Jazz, Breaking, Locking..."

Wei Shi threw the gun at him: "Start with Breaking."

Wu Jin was stunned, hesitantly looked at the floor, ready to make some room to dance to the boss...

Wei Shi glanced at him: "How did you learn it? How many years have you learned it."

Wu Jin stumbling: "...In two years, first learn to open shoulders and pull ligaments, then connect the circle, windmill, learn Combo (coherent movement), Freeze (freeze) bombing..."

Wei Shi brought the rabbit spirit over and signaled him to stand in front of the dynamic target: "Okay, open your shoulders."

Wu Jin subconsciously expanded his shoulders until Wei Shi stopped: "Absolutely. From this feeling in the future, don't shoot the shoulders, which are worse than dancing."

Wu Jin quickly yelled and quickly woke up - he basically shrank into a quail when he shot, and what his elder brother said was indeed reasonable...

Wei Shi continued to order: "E102 and SE150 two targets, hit Combo, SW225 after hitting the attack and withdrawing the bunker half a seat Freeze."

Wu Jin was stunned and quickly passed the brain translation: combo two targets, go back to the cover to stop...

When the young man finished fighting, Wei Shi glanced indifferently: "How is Wu dancing?"

Wu Jin: "It seems not..."

Wei Shi tsk: "A shot and retract once, is it a floor dance or a gopher dance?"

Wu Jin glared pitifully: "!!!"

Wei Shi: "Continue."

The dynamic target was reset again. Before shooting, Wu Jin closed his eyes and thought for a moment and finally straightened out his ideas. When he attacked again, he suppressed the instinct of retracting after shooting. It was much better than before.

Unexpectedly, the boss continued to pick on: "The center of gravity is wrong."

Wu Jin opened his eyes blankly.

"Gun." Wei Shi finally spoke: "There is no gun in this action."

Wu Jin was stunned.

The next moment, the man walked straight to him and stuffed the shotgun into his hand again, signaling him to hold the shotgun. His rough and calloused hands clasped the young man's five fingers holding the handle of the gun against the cold and hard metal: "I have practiced dancing for eleven years, right?"

Wu Jin nodded slightly.

Wei Shi nodded, and his chin was unconsciously rubbing against the fluffy little soft hair: "Muscle memory, center of gravity, and attention will form inertia." He continued: "When there is an extra gun in his hand, inertia will subconsciously repel it."

Wu Jin was stunned.

"It's very difficult to change." Wei Shi analyzed: "Hold the gun well and learn a new dance. Remember, don't let the body inertia interfere with the gun. It is your defender and part of your body's extension."

Under the strong stage light, Wu Jin subconsciously raised his head and was in contact with Wei Shi's eyes.

The man had a deep eye contour, and he had never had any emotions on his face, which was used to being clear shadows. When he stuffed the gun into the boy's arms, he seemed to knock on his heartbeat.

Wu Jin responded slowly for a long time, and the heat was unconsciously hot behind his ears.

"Practice again." Wei Shi raised his eyebrows and said, "Concentrate. The gun feel can be slowly polished. The first step you need to do is not to reject it."

Wu Jin finally realized it, but showed a silly smile: "Okay!"

The corners of a man's mouth are slightly loose.

The third dynamic target combo was more difficult than Wu Jin imagined. He abandoned his eleven years of muscle memory and even had to mobilize almost every muscle. After two gunshots, the SE150 target position was severely deviated.

Wei Shi looked silently.
To be continued...