The weather is getting colder and there is already mist in the early morning.

When I walked into the cafeteria, I heard the noise and smelled the fragrance of noodle soup, and felt the warmth.

White latte and Sun Kettle, first line up to get food.

"Why does it feel like the atmosphere is a bit weird?"

The white latte also noticed it.

“It seems like someone is secretly watching us?

"Are you pointing at it?

"what happened?"

After the meal, the two of them took the noodles and found a place to sit down. They happened to meet Dr. Xiaoyu and the three of them sat together.

"I heard that you two beat Chen Lu last night?"

Dr. Xiaoyu lowered her voice, and she was a little excited in her tone.

"I've long disliked that guy!

"He is not the only genius who has emerged in the custodial officials.

"What's his bad fart?"

The white latte and Sun Kettle looked at each other.

What happened last night was actually rumored? No wonder everyone saw them this morning and turned out to be eating melons.

Dr. Xiaoyu sighed, and was a little worried.

“You guys are careful lately.

"That Ma Dazhuang made a harsh statement and I will arrange for you these days.

"Or why don't you just ask the captain to complain!"

The white latte and Sun Kettle were stunned again.

Ma Dazhuang is so arrogant? Or is this guy Chen Lu want to establish his authority?

The white latte curled his lips and lowered his head to eat the noodles.

"These guys are really disgusting."

Good mood early in the morning was indeed affected.

Especially vaguely, someone was talking secretly next to him.

"act recklessly"

“It’s so naive and difficult to survive”

"Not being beaten by society"

White latte frowned.

There are often similar plots in novels before traveling through time. At that time, I felt very bloody and fake, and it looked like the word count of water from the dog author. Now that I really encountered it, I can feel that disgusting.

Continue to eat noodles.

...

Cotton spinning workshop.

There are several scarecrows hanging on the ceiling, with different heights.

Bang!

The first scarecrow shot in his eyebrows, shaking, and the grass clips flew.

Bang!

The second scarecrow, with a single eyebrows in his arms, shaking and the grass clippings flew.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each shot will hit a scarecrow in the forehead.

White latte blows the gun smoke at the muzzle.

"A step further."

Water bullets are indeed easier to hit than ordinary bullets!

After some practice, he was able to use water bullets to hit whatever he pointed within twenty meters.

"Try changing the soil bullet."

Chen Lu's affairs did not affect the mood of white latte practicing guns.

After dinner, he walked back to the dormitory and drilled holes to practice guns.

If you are tired, take a rest, and if you are not tired, continue.

There are fewer and fewer bullets in the box.

The technology in the hand-held is getting better and better.

Change the soil bullet, pick up the gun, and aim at the forehead.

Bang!

He turned aside, aimed at the center of his eyebrows and hit the ear.

However, the white latte did feel that the moment of shooting felt different!

“There is a chance.

"Practice it again, maybe...it won't take long to complete the indicator one?"

The white latte aimed again and fired.

Bang!

...

A day passed by in a hurry.

The white latte didn't have lunch, and by supper time, he was already very hungry.

In the dusk, he, Sun Shuike, and Dr. Xiaoyu were looking for a clearing space and eating roasted chicken.

"Old Bai, why did you treat me suddenly?"

Today, I bought two big fat chickens in White Latte.

The three of them dismembered the fat chicken and were inserted into the fire to roast it. While roasting, the fat chicken was sprinkled with oil.

Reason for inviting guests?

Of course it was because of success!

The sharpshooter's indicator is 1, 20 meters away from the point of pointing and hitting it!

The white latte hesitated for a moment.

"I have some insights recently when I practice marksmanship, so my marksmanship is better.

“Celebrate.”

The evening wind blows the withered leaves and the gradually thickens the autumn atmosphere.

The three of them were not thick.

"It's still very cold, a little closer to the bonfire."

The three of them had average barbecue skills. At this time, they were staring at the chicken on the fire, and they were still a little nervous. They didn't even bother to talk.

Sometimes chicken oil drips into the bonfire, making a "crackling" sound, and oil smoke rises.

People are in the wasteland, and everyone has no oil and water in their stomachs.

Two big fat chickens, before they knew it, turned into a small pile of chicken bones.

When the three of them had enough food and drink, they put out the bonfire and it was already dark.

"Let's go back to the courtyard."

"The chicken is really good today, but we are not very good at barbecue skills."

The three of them said and walked.

There are many lands on the wasteland and few people, and there are no people on most roads and alleys. It is quite deserted regardless of day or night.

Suddenly, the white latte heard footsteps.

I saw five or six people suddenly turned out from the exit of the alley, blocking the road with great momentum.

The leader is strong in shape, and it is Ma Dazhuang.

"Oh, I'm so destined to meet you here."
To be continued...