"Come on, it's still early. I'll teach you how to use a gun."
After talking so much, Ning Yu didn't bother reading anymore and waved the black pistol in her hand.
"Really?!"
Shen Yiyue was so excited about learning to shoot that she almost jumped out of her chair, like a child who had just been promised a new toy.
Ning Yu nodded and said:
"You'll need to kill many people in the future."
"I need your abilities at my disposal. This is our contract."
Shen Yiyue tilted her head and made a playful expression:
"A contract... Is little Yu trying to turn me into a magical girl... Ouch!!"
Ning Yu wordlessly tapped her on the head with the gun's stock, not hitting hard.
But Shen Yiyue immediately clutched her head pretending to be in pain, acting like she was trying to scam compensation:
"Waaah, mean Yu, why do you always hit me!"
"Want to try being cheeky again? Think you're a leather sofa or something?"
Ning Yu gave her a side-eye.
Shen Yiyue showed a sheepish expression and giggled stupidly.
Then she scooted closer, and Ning Yu began teaching her.
"This is the safety, this is..."
Ning Yu first explained some basic components.
"When loading, pull back with one hand, then push forward with the gun hand, then move directly into shooting position..."
She explained the slide-racking technique while demonstrating the movements.
Then Ning Yu stopped teaching and tossed the gun to Shen Yiyue.
"Here, you try."
Shen Yiyue finally got her hands on the gun, curiously playing with it and starting to imitate the movements Ning Yu had just taught.
"Hmm, the movements are correct, quite standard."
"Just too slow, needs more practice."
Ning Yu nodded. Shen Yiyue seemed to have a natural talent for combat - being able to perform the movements correctly on the first try was quite impressive.
Perhaps Shen Yiyue was born to be an assassin.
In her previous life, she had never trained any subordinates. Now she felt a strange sense of nurturing.
Though whether this was nurturing a subordinate or something else...
Hearing Ning Yu's praise, Shen Yiyue beamed with joy, her beautiful eyes sparkling:
"Hehe, maybe one day I'll use this gun to protect my little Yu!"
"Just imagine the scene - a hero saving her beauty! Ah! Yu will definitely want to marry me on the spot!"
Several black lines appeared on Ning Yu's forehead:
"Just practice, stop talking nonsense."
Shen Yiyue had no choice but to continue practicing. Ning Yu walked beside her and started correcting her shooting stance.
"Don't raise your hand above the gap between the frame and slide..."
"Support hand should grip the trigger hand like this..."
As she spoke, she simply moved closer to Shen Yiyue, her delicate body pressing against her as she began hands-on corrections.
When the silver-haired little loli got close, Shen Yiyue felt Ning Yu's warm little hands and patient instruction, giving her an inexplicable feeling of warmth.
Having just showered and "borrowed" the original owner's shampoo and body wash, Ning Yu now gave off a sweet peach fragrance.
It must be the shampoo. To make sure, Shen Yiyue gently sniffed Ning Yu's soft white hair, her nose almost touching it.
Mmm, so fragrant, what a sweet-smelling Yu!
And Yu's skin was so fair, maybe even a shade whiter than her own. Such amazing skin.
Looking at Ning Yu up close, Shen Yiyue became somewhat distracted.
"Hey, what are you doing, acting like a pervert?"
Eh?
Only then did Shen Yiyue notice Ning Yu looking at her with contempt, wearing a little loli's disdainful expression.
"Hehe~ Don't blame me, blame Yu for being too charming!"
She quickly tried to cute her way out of it, then returned to focusing intently on the movements.
After a while, Ning Yu set up several empty drink bottles at one end of the living room, then had Shen Yiyue stand at the other, farther end.
"Come on, try it."
After setting up, Ning Yu walked back over and patted Shen Yiyue who was holding the gun:
"Don't worry, outlining human shapes is normal at first. There are over 70 bullets left, shoot freely."
"Won't I be wasting bullets this way?"
Shen Yiyue raised a very reasonable question, looking curiously at Ning Yu who was walking over, while continuing her practice movements.
"No, we have plenty."
Ning Yu casually waved her little hand, acting like a total rich kid.
After all, tomorrow would refresh 150 rounds, so they could spend freely now.
"Alright."
Shen Yiyue didn't hesitate. She first put the gun back in its holster, then made a quick draw-load-aim motion that Ning Yu had just taught her.
She focused intently, gripping the black pistol firmly, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A gunshot immediately echoed through the apartment building, spreading outward.
The zombies below all raised their heads again, trying to find the source of the sound.
What a strange night - first laughter, now gunshots. Did they think zombies were vegetarians or something?
But after looking around and finding no target, the zombies resumed their aimless wandering and moaning.
The leftmost bottle was hit accurately, right in the center - Ning Yu saw it clearly.
Not bad.
Ning Yu felt that Shen Yiyue really had natural talent as an assassin.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two more shots, with even shorter intervals than before, clearly with much less hesitation time.
The other two bottles also flew off, hit accurately in the center.
???
This was getting ridiculous - how could a novice have such good aim?
Ning Yu looked at Shen Yiyue with puzzled eyes, finding that she seemed somewhat unable to believe it herself.
She was looking at her shooting hand and the gun with amazement.
Could this girl be a one-in-a-million shooting prodigy?
"Yu... did I hit all of them?"
Shen Yiyue could hardly believe her own eyes as she asked Ning Yu.
Ning Yu walked forward, placed a few more bottles, then came back.
This time she went directly to Shen Yiyue's side, getting even closer:
"Do it again, this time I'll watch your movements carefully."
Shen Yiyue nodded at these words and picked up the gun again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Another three consecutive shots, very crisp this time, without any hesitation.
The three bottles flew up in response, all hit.
What's going on?
Ning Yu stood right beside her, watching her movements clearly. There was definitely a novice's awkwardness - not the composure of a veteran.
But the accuracy was extraordinarily good.
"What does it feel like when you aim?"
Ning Yu asked, her face full of questions.
Shen Yiyue also felt somewhat confused. She thought for a moment before speaking:
"There is indeed a strange feeling."
"Strange feeling?"
Ning Yu quickly followed up.
"I feel that before I pull the trigger, it's as if I can see those bullets flying backward into the gun chamber, like a movie playing in reverse."
Shen Yiyue looked upward, hand supporting her cheek, wearing a thoughtful expression.
"I can't quite explain it, but it's like seeing the predetermined fact of the bottles being hit, even seeing the slow-motion moment when the bullet pierces the bottle body, except the bullet flies back in reverse."
"Then, I just need to make the same movements as what I saw, pull the trigger at the same moment, at the same angle."
"It feels like I've been given a script and I'm just acting it out, like everything's been arranged."
"And then I find that I've hit the target."
Shen Yiyue felt her own expression becoming confused - what nonsense was she talking about?
She scratched her head embarrassedly and giggled:
"Yu, am I getting sick with a fever? Am I confused?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
