The guardian had no expression on his face, but he was extremely flaming.
Witch Jane shuddered, panicking and made a fat hook after the option.
The handwriting alone has turned into a quail.
The form was respectfully delivered to the boss, and Weisheng put his hand into the toll machine - listening only to the “ding” sound, automatic card padding succeeded, and the sweet tone sounded again.
Witch Jane's little eyes drifted along the questionnaire, slightly shrinking at the moment of the deduction.
Instructor's Guide, 1000 Credit Points/hour.
Month, year, plus service fee, nomination fee, tip...
It was dark in front of me.
Seems to have returned to the White Moonlight Entertainment Building.
Zoe looked sad: "Witch, how can you spend so much money! ”
Caesar shouted, "Witch! Who took your credit point? Brother, beat him up! ”
Secretary Qu shook his head with pity: "Witch, your salary last month, why did you buy a little nutty candy bun and it's gone...”
As he watched the rabbit shrink at the corner of the wall and whimper in silence, his eyes were already silly and he couldn't help but whimper.
“Come here." The man ordered.
Witch Jane ran over and looked at the stress training evaluation form in the hands of the boss.
A concise and understandable graph is drawn below the training data for dense numbness. During the two-hour training, impedance time decreased the fastest, followed by alarm time, indicating that the trainer had basically adapted to the primary stress scenario.
Contrary to the progressive response line - a curve that represents “radical offensiveness” - remains low.
In short, the offensive consciousness is weak and the shooting is unfavourable.
Without generating reports, Witch Jane can also perceive her own training bottlenecks.
The guardian drew the pen he had just filled out from Witch Jane's hand and drew a circle on "Stress Radicality": “Tell me. ”
Witch Jane hesitated and grasped her mouth: “… as if, mainly in the sense of gunfire. When I just trained... even the usual training, it's hard to find the feeling of gunfire..."
The guardian, um, sounded.
From the beginning of the sea selection, I saw the rabbit stuck to the pier, and the guard knew he'd never touched the gun.
In the consciousness of the vast majority of federal residents, guns are always equated with offensive, violent, war paintings. Most people who are able to overcome psychological barriers and opt for a fugitive show as a career have an exotic tendency to do so.
Judging from Witch Jane's character and growth background, he was able to sharpen his sense of gunfire, which was much more difficult than other trainees.
Seeing the rabbit sperm start to think again, the guardian says: “I told you, E has E's way. ”
Witch Jane raised her head and her eyes sparkled.
The armory in the training room opened.
Witch Jane followed her, poking her head out from time to time, and the boss picked out the most common hunting/guns and handed them over: “Try it. ”
Witch Jane nodded and the dynamic target lit up at the other end of the training room.
He held his breath and suddenly pulled the trigger - otherwise it would be like the first shot of every exercise, daily deviation.
The sensation of gunfire is piled up by the feel of the hands of countless shots.
Dynamic shooting usually results in more accurate shots than one. In action, there is absolutely no time to warm up, let alone a chance of a gun pad.
Witch Jane accidentally returned the hunt/gun without opening the guard, passing directly through the gun and aiming precisely at the target.
Witch Jane's heart pounded and her eyes opened unconsciously.
It's not the first time he's seen a big man shoot, clean, every inch of his body, every muscle and bone is like a moment of service to pull the trigger, and his gaze stops dead and attractive.
White smoke came out of the gun, and the man swept the witch's face: “What's it like? ”
Witch Jane subconsciously said: “Like glowing -” He swallowed the second half of the sentence quickly and returned to reason: “Preliminary vision in place, accurate ballistic control...”
The guard interrupted: "When you fired, there was no light. ”
The man's gaze was slightly lower, locking the witch Jane tight. The teenager was slightly stunned, and something seemed to flash through his head: “What, what...”
Guardian: “When you fear, the light disappears. ”
Witch Jane stayed.
Immediately after the bathroom, he made an unexpected move - six strong light ceilings in the training room were simultaneously turned on, the light was hot and bright, and the whole room was bright as day.
This is not the light that the training room should have.
Before Witch Jane could react, the blood had boiled one step ahead of reason, pushing him faster than muscle memory to an extremely familiar and exhilarating consciousness.
This is really not a regular headlight. They should be called projection lights, wall wash lights, or —— stage lights -- more than ceiling lights.
The bodyguard raised his eyebrows and said behind the teenager: "Your best spot, stage. ”
Witch Jane breathed nitrogen and quickly turned her head.
Weishi: “How many years have you been practicing? ”
Sorceress subconsciously said: “Eleven years -” Immediately after staring at the guard, the amber pupils were filled with confusion: “Big brother, how do you know?! ”
Under a strong ceiling, the sharply poked rabbit stood still.
Weishi's brief analysis: “The theme song is choreographed, flexible, and dances better than your teammates with guns.” He summed it up lightly: "Your brother is not blind. ”
"" … "
The guardian's face seemed to flash for a moment what could be described as a pleasing emotion, suddenly covered by cold lines.
"What dance have you learned?" ”
Witch Jane finally reacted, like waking up in a dream: “Classical dance, Hiphop, jazz, Breaking, Locking...”
He threw the gun at him: "Start with Breaking. ”
As soon as the witch leaves, she hesitates to look to the floor and is ready to make room for the big man to dance...
Wencheng glanced at him: "How did you learn it? I learned it for a few years. ”
Witch Jane tripped: “… for two years, learn to open your shoulders and stretch your ligaments, then take turns, windmill, learn to combo, Freeze bomb range…”
The guard brought the rabbit here, indicating that he stood still in front of the dynamic target: "Okay, shoulder open. ”
Witch Jane consciously spread her shoulders until she stopped when defending herself: “Pretty much. Don't shoot me in the shoulder like that. ”
Witch Jane hurriedly healed, quickly awakened - when she shot herself, she basically shrunk to quail. Brother is right...
The guard continued to command: "E102, SE150, two targets, one Combo, SW225, half position Freeze after the strike retreat. ”
Witch Jane stunned, hurried past the brain translation: hit two targets in a row, go back to the bunker to stop...
When the teenager suddenly finished fighting, Wei suddenly swept a glance: "Is this how you dance? ”
Witch Jane: “I don't think so..."
Wei Shi chuckled: “Shoot back once, is it floor dance or floor dance? ”
Witch Jane pitied Baba with a glare: "!!! ”
Defense time: “Continue. ”
Dynamic target reset again, before shooting, Witch Jane closed her eyes and thought a little, finally strangled her instinct to retract after shooting again, much better than just now.
I didn't expect the boss to keep picking: “Wrong center of gravity. ”
Witch Jane opened her eyes.
“Gun.” The guard finally said, “There's no gun in this set. ”
Witch Jane.
The next moment, the man walked straight to him and raced the shotgun into his hand, indicating that he held the shotgun, roughly covered with cocoons, and snapped the teenager's five fingers in the handle against the cold metal: “Eleven years of dancing, right? ”
Witch Jane nodded slightly.
The bodyguard bowed his head and rubbed his chin unconsciously on fluffy, soft hair: "Muscle memory, gravity, and attention all form inertia.” He continued: "When you have an extra gun in your hand, inertia subconsciously rejects it. ”
Witch Jane suddenly stunned.
“It's hard to change.” Defensive analysis: “Grab the gun and learn a new dance. Remember, don't let body inertia interfere with the gun, it's your champion, it's part of your body's extension. ”
Under the strong stage light, the witch Jane's consciousness is rising and is in contact with Wei Shi's gaze.
The man had deep eye contours and had no emotions in his shadowy face, and when he stuffed the gun into the teenager's arms, it seemed like a gentle tap on his heart beat.
It took a while for Witch Jane to respond slowly, and she was unconsciously hot behind her ears.
“Practice again.” Eyebrow opening at the guard: “Focus. The sense of gunfire can slow down, and the first step you have to take is not to reject it. ”
Witch Jane finally reacted, but she smiled a little silly: "Okay! ”
The line in the corner of a man's mouth is slightly loose.
The third dynamic strike was harder than witch Jane had imagined, abandoning 11 years of muscle memory and even instinct to mobilize almost every muscle. After two shots, the SE150 target was severely off-center.
Watch silently as you guard.
Under daylight lights, the slightly clumsy rabbit sperm has spontaneously reset its target and reappeared with a carrot gun.
Two deviations, three.
For the fourth time, E102, the SE150 target was completely taken off, and Witch Jane suddenly relieved herself.
Fifth time, all hit.
Eighth time, the movement began to be consistent.
On the twelfth, Witch Jane began to randomly target direction, the target was no longer fixed in two positions, and the uncontrollable factors rose in a straight line.
The guard looks at the data monitoring and occasionally opens his mouth to adjust the witchcraft firing position.
The bell rang twice after class.
In the training room, the two of them were left unheard of.
Until the bell rings at midnight.
Nearly numb teenagers, the hard reconstructed muscle memories have been perfectly purified after hundreds of workouts, and the movements are smoothly connected.
This time, the target appears in three directions simultaneously around the body. Witch Jane squints her eyes and completes all her predictions in half a second--
The trigger is buttoned three times.
The lights at the top of the range are on suddenly.
All clear.
Witch Jane was stunned, followed by ecstasy, and the first reaction was to look at Big Brother--
The man looked straight at the sweat-soaked teenager and his pupils lit up a vibrant clump of activity.
“Congratulations," he said slowly, "you blew up the yard. ”
Jane's little round face rose suddenly because of her over-blown smile.
The guard reached out and showed him how to clap his hands.
Witch Jane jumped onto the stands, oozing, like a vibrant young leopard, thrilled to crash everywhere...
Then he gave his brother a hug.
Without hesitation, Wes squeezed his right arm tight and pressed the rabbit in his arms.
Crying in the middle of the day!
7,000 a day for everyone to pinch and play!!!!!!
Sleep early, little ones! > 3 chirps, chirps!