MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 52 Gun feeling

Wei Shiming has no expression on his face, but he is extremely flamboyant.

The sorcerer was awkward and panicked and made a chubby hook after the option.

It’s already awkward to see the handwriting.

The form was respectfully delivered to the big hand, and Wei Shi went into the toll collection machine - just listening to the "叮" sound, the automatic card was successful, and the sweet tone was heard again.

Wu Xiao’s small eyes ran along the questionnaire, and the moment of deduction was slightly reduced.

Instructor guidance, 1000 credits / hour.

Monthly, annual, plus service fee, named fee, tip...

The eyes are dim.

It seems to have returned to the White Moonlight Entertainment Building.

Zoe looked sad: "Little witch, how can I spend money like this!"

Caesar said: "Little witch! Who took your credit away! Brother gives you a head, he is jealous!"

The secretary of the song pity shook his head: "Little witch, your salary last month, why did you buy some nuts and hard candy little steamed buns, there is no more..."

When Wei saw the rabbit shrinking in the corner of the wall, silently uttered a sob of poverty, and his eyes were already stupid, and he could not help but snorted.

"Come here." The man ordered.

Witch sneaked around and looked at the stress training evaluation form in the hands of Da Yu.

Draw a simple and easy-to-understand graph 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 scene.

In contrast to the significant progress of the reaction line – the curve that represents “intrigue” is always lower.

In short, the offensive consciousness is weak and it is unfavorable to shoot.

Without the need to generate a report, the sorcerer can also detect his training bottleneck.

Wei Shi took out the pen that had just filled out the form from the hand of the witch, and drew a circle on the "stress intrigue": "Talk about it."

The sorcerer hesitated and fumbled for the opening: "...It seems to be mainly in the sense of gun. When I was training... even training, it is very difficult to find a gun..."

Wei Shi sighed.

From the beginning of the sea election, seeing the rabbit stupidly stuck to the tree stump, Wei knew that he had never touched the gun.

In the consciousness of the vast majority of federal residents, guns are always equated with aggressiveness, violence, and war. Can overcome the psychological barriers to choose the escape show as a career, most have an exclusivity consistent with it.

Judging from the character and growth background of the witch, he can grind out the gun, which is far more difficult than other trainees.

Seeing the rabbit fine and starting to think again, Wei Shi said: "I said, e has e play."

The sorcerer raised his head and his eyes were bright.

The arsenal of the training room suddenly opened.

The sorcerer followed, and from time to time, he found his head and saw that the big **** had picked out one of the most common hunting/guns and handed it over: "Try."

The sorcerer nodded and the dynamic target lit up at the other end of the training room.

He held his breath and suddenly pulled the trigger - it was the first shot of each practice, and the daily deviation.

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

In dynamic shooting, players usually shoot one shot more than one shot. In actual combat, there will be no time to warm up, and there is no chance of a gun.

Witchcraft returned the hunter/gun back. There was no opening in the Wei, and the rifle passed directly through the gun, aiming at the target accurately.

The witch's heart violently jumped and unconsciously widened his eyes.

This is not the first time he saw a big bang shot, clean and neat, every inch of muscles and bones of the body seemed to serve the moment of holding the trigger, and the eye-catching sight was destined to attract people's attention.

White smoke emerged from the muzzle, and the man glanced at the witch: "What does it feel?"

The sorcerer subconsciously said: "Like the light -" He swallowed the second half of the sentence quickly, and the reason returned: "The preview is in place, the ballistic control is accurate..."

Wei Shi interrupted: "When you shoot, there is no light."

The man’s line of sight is slightly low, and the sorcerer is tightly locked. The boy glimpsed a little, and there seemed to be something in his mind that flashed: "What, what-"

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

The sorcerer stayed.

Immediately after the Wei, he made an unexpected move - the six-strong light ceiling light in the training room was opened at the same time, the light source was hot and bright, and the whole room was bright and white.

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

Before the witches reacted, the blood had already been sensible in one step, pushing him to an extremely familiar and excited consciousness faster than muscle memory.

This is really not a normal ceiling light. They should be called spotlights, wall washers, or stage lights rather than ceiling lights.

When he was raising his eyebrows, he opened his mouth behind the boy: "The position you are best at, the stage."

The witches took a breath and turned their heads quickly.

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

The sorcerer's subconscious opening: "Eleven years -" immediately after watching the Weiwei, the amber pupil is full of sorrow: "How do you know big and big brother?!"

Under the strong top light, the rabbit that was suddenly pierced stood up.

Wei Shi brief analysis: "The theme song choreography, flexibility, dance is better than your teammates with guns." He faintly concluded: "Your brother is not jealous."

Wu Yi: "..."

Wei Shi’s face seemed to flash a moment and could be called a pleasing emotion, and was suddenly overshadowed by the chilly lines.

Wei Shi: "What dances have been learned."

The witches finally reacted, as the dream woke up: "classical dance, hiphop, jazz, breaking, locking..."

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

When the sorcerer stayed, he hesitated to look at the floor and prepared to give a big dance to the big man...

Wei Shi looked at him: "How to learn, learn for a few years."

Wu Han: "...two years, first learn to open shoulders and pull ligaments, then take turns, windmills, learn bo (coherent action), freeze (freeze) bombing..."

Wei Shi fined the rabbit and gestured to stand in front of the dynamic target: "Okay, open shoulders."

The sorcerer subconsciously expanded his shoulders and continued to scream until the guard: "Almost. After that, according to this feeling, don't shoot the shoulders and dance as well."

The sorcerer snorted and quickly realized that he had basically shrunk when he opened the gun. What the older brother said is true...

Wei Shi continued to order: "e102, se150 two targets, hit a bo, sw225 after the fight to withdraw the bunker half a body freeze."

A sorcerer, I rushed through the brain translation: combo two targets, back to the bunker to stop...

When the boy’s sudden outburst was finished, Wei’s time glanced indifferently: “Is the dance so jumping?”

Wu Yi: "It seems not..."

Wei Shi snorted: "Take a shot and retract it once, is it a floor dance or a hamster dance?"

The witch is pitiful and blinking: "!!!"

Wei Shi: "Continue."

The dynamic target was reset again. Before the shooting, the witches closed their eyes and thought about it, and finally smoothed out the idea. When they attacked again, they stopped the instinct of retracting after shooting. It was already much better than before.

Unexpectedly, Daxie continued to be picky: "The center of gravity is wrong."

The witch is blind.

"The gun." Wei Shi finally said: "There are no guns in this set of movements."

A sorcerer.

In the next moment, the man walked straight to him and put the shotgun into his hand again, indicating that he was holding the shotgun. The rough, full-fledged hand clasped the five fingers of the boy holding the handle to the chilled metal. : "I have been practicing eleven years of dance, right."

The witches nodded slightly.

Wei Shi dagger, the chin unconsciously rubbed on the fluffy little soft hair: "Muscle memory, center of gravity, attention will form inertia." He continued: "When a gun is on the hand, inertia will subconsciously repel."

The sorcerer suddenly stopped.

"It's hard to change." Wei Shi analyzed: "When you take the gun, you should learn a new dance. Remember, don't let the body inertia interfere with the gun. It is your defender and a part of your body." ”

Under the strong stage light, the sorcerer raised his mind and was in contact with Wei.

The man's eyes are deep in outlines, and the face that is used to the shadows has never had any emotions. When he puts the gun into the boy's arms, he feels like he gently squats on his heartbeat.

The witches have been slow for a long time, and they are not consciously hot after the ear.

"Try again." Wei Shi raised his eyebrows and said: "Focus. The gun feel can be slowly grinded. The first step you have to do is not to reject it."

The witch finally reacted, but it showed a bit of a silly smile: "Good!"

The lines of the man's mouth are slightly loose.

The third dynamic target combo was more difficult than the imaginary imagination. Abandoning the muscle memory of eleven years, and even the instinct almost mobilized each muscle. After two shots, the se150 target was sharply biased.

Wei Wei looked at the silence.

Under the bright light, the slightly clumsy rabbit essence has spontaneously reset the target position, holding the radish gun and playing again.

Deviated twice, three times.

For the fourth time, the e102 and se150 targets were completely removed, but the witch was suddenly relieved.

The fifth time, all hit.

For the eighth time, the movement began to be coherent.

On the twelfth, the witchcraft began to target the target position, the target was no longer fixed at two positions, and the uncontrollable factors rose linearly.

Wei Shi looked at the data monitoring and occasionally adjusted the posture of the witch.

The class bell rang twice.

In the training room, the two were unheard of.

The bell rings until zero.

Nearly numb young boy, the hard-reconstructed muscle memory has been completely sophisticated after hundreds of trainings, and the movements are smoothly connected.

This time, the target position appears in three directions at the same time. The witches start to complete all the pre-judgments in half a second -

Trigger three times.

The light at the top of the shooting range suddenly lights up.

All clear.

The sorcerer’s glimpse, followed by ecstasy, the first reaction is to look at the big brother -

The man looked straight at the boy who was soaked in sweat, and the pupil was lit up in the middle of the pupil.

“Congratulations,” he said slowly. “You are bombing.”

The small round face of the sorcerer suddenly rises, and because of the overly bright smile, it exudes a vigorous youth.

Wei Shi reached out and motioned him to come up and clap.

The sorcerer and the sorrow rushed to the stands, slamming on, screaming like a vibrant young leopard scorpion, excited and smashing everywhere -

Then he gave a big hug to the older brother.

When Wei Wei had a meal, he did not hesitate to tighten his right arm, and the rabbit that was sent to the door was heavily pressed in his arms.

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