She, a person who always holds a gun, loses to a person who always holds a pen. If Zhan Mo and the others knew about it, they would laugh at her forever!

"I want to compete again!" Ye Qingcheng said firmly, with a kind of stubbornness and stubbornness in his heart that refused to admit defeat.

"Okay!" Long Lifei followed her and agreed.

Change the magazine and compete again, but Ye Qingcheng still loses!

Unconvinced, ask for it again.

Long Lifei agreed and competed with her again.

Three rounds, three losses!

For Ye Qingcheng, when has she ever suffered such a defeat? It is simply a shame. If the competition continues with three wins out of five and five out of seven, she will not believe that she cannot beat herself.

In the last shot of the sixth round, the bullet left the muzzle, and for a moment there was an electric spark. The recoil was so strong that Ye Qingcheng suffered from nerve cramps in his wrist. He fell to the ground without holding the gun, and the muzzle smelled of burning.

The last shot missed the target!

Ye Qingcheng was not discouraged and bent down to pick it up, but he grabbed her wrist, followed by the palm of his other hand on her forehead and his fingers on her head.

"Ah Qing, calm down."

His palm was large, slightly cool to the touch, but felt extremely hot against her skin.

Ye Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at him, biting his lip secretly, with a look of reluctance and a trace of doubt in his eyes.

How could she lose to Long Lifei!

He withdrew the hand on her forehead, lowered his head and examined her right hand carefully. He found no scars, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid is really competitive. Is winning or losing really that important?

Wherever he touched, every part of the skin felt like it was burned by fire, hot and a little painful.

When I saw him carefully kneading his palms for me to relieve the pain of the nerves, I didn't know why, but there was a faint tingling in my heart.

"Do you know why you lost?" Long Lifei put down her hand and looked up at her, speaking strictly like an elder.

Ye Qingcheng shook his head.

"Your shooting skills are very good, but your mind is not calm enough and you have too many distracting thoughts. In that last shot, you were too eager to win, but you lost your quality!"

He knew the reason for her failure from the beginning, but he didn't tell her. He had to wait until she had completely lost before he spoke to convince her.

"Isn't it bad to win?" she asked back.

Long Lifei's thin lips curled up slightly, half-smiling but not smiling. His eyes were deep and he said with profound meaning: "Ah Qing, it's impossible for a person to live in this world without experiencing failure! You don't have to win to be considered strong!"

Ye Qingcheng: "Then how can one be considered strong?"

Long Lifei bent down to pick up the gun on the ground, put it on the table, and handed her his gun with the magazine replaced: "You need to slowly understand this."

Ye Qingcheng's clear eyes looked at his dark eyes and the gun in his hand, and couldn't help thinking that he was eight years older than her. He had seen more scenery than her, experienced more wind and rain than her, and everything on the road of life was different.

Walking in front of her...

He is indeed much more mature and wiser than me!

Eight years seemed like a long river of time that she could never catch up with.

"Put down the distracting thoughts of your desire to win and think about why you want to hold a gun!" Long Lifei took her wrist and placed the heavy gun in her palm.

Why get a gun?

"Did you just shoot to win in the beginning?"

Shoot to win?

How is that possible!

In the beginning, she never thought about getting a gun, let alone winning or losing. This was not her original intention.

But after the training, everything seemed to slowly change...

Ye Qingcheng turned around to face the target, with his index finger on the trigger. The clouds in his bright eyes gradually dispersed, becoming brighter and clearer...

Long Lifei stood behind her, arms spread out to steady her arms, his head on her right shoulder, his voice low: "No matter what the situation is, your heart must be calm!"

The warm breath sprayed on her neck, tickling her neck, causing her shoulders to tense up involuntarily, and her arms to tremble slightly.

"Relax your body, don't tense up..." There was still a gap between his chest and her back, but when he spoke, his chest rose and fell, brushing against her back as if nothing, and his breathing lost its rhythm.

Ye Qingcheng really wanted to tell him: You are nervous because you are too close to me.

Feeling his strong heartbeat, Ye Qingcheng bit her lip secretly. In addition to the smell of gunpowder, there was also an inexplicable surge of emotions in the air. She didn't touch her face, but it felt very hot. It should be very hot.

"This game is all successful, I think you win, okay?" When his hands dropped, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was charming.

Ye Qingcheng cursed two words in his heart: Monster!

Long Lifei took a step back so as not to hinder her performance. He did what he should say and do. Whether he could see through it all depended on A Qing's understanding.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were piercing. He didn't have the playful smile or anxiety before. He quickly pulled the trigger and fired ten shots.

The gun hits the red heart, and the next nine shots all hit the position of the first shot, without any deviation.

From the age of 12, she went on a hunger strike to go to the military area at all costs. She had only one belief in her heart, and that belief had nothing to do with winning or losing, or anything else. It was just her business.

She never held a gun just to be aggressive!

He put down the gun and turned to look at Long Lifei. There was no joy of victory or provocation, but a long sigh of relief. He raised his eyes to meet his gaze and saw a look of satisfaction.

I probably didn't let him down.

"You are so kind... He doesn't like it, it's his loss." Long Lifei seemed to be sighing.

Ye Qingcheng nodded: "Indeed." After a pause, he looked at him with a sly look, "I'm so good, do you want to try to like me?"

Long Lifeiquan thought she was joking and didn't take it seriously. He tapped her forehead with his finger: "Don't tease brother!"

Ye Qingcheng touched the place where he knocked. He was not very strong, so it didn't hurt very much. He smiled brightly and said, "Brother, you and I are in incest now!"

The smile in Long Lifei's eyes quickly dissipated, and his face calmly sank. He opened his thin lips lightly and said in a cold voice: "Don't make jokes like this in the future!"

Ye Qingcheng clearly felt that he was unhappy, so he nodded without saying anything more.

"Let's go." Long Lifei took the lead and walked out of the shooting room.

Against the backlight, his long and handsome figure disappeared into the halo. Ye Qingcheng's fingers were still on the spot where he had struck her. Even though it was only for a moment, she could still see the coldness in his eyes.

Do you want to try to like me?

Brother, you and I are in incest now!

She wasn't sure which sentence made him unhappy! His thoughts were always hidden so deep and heavy that she couldn't guess or touch them!

The hard-earned moment of warmth seemed to be ruined by her triumphant words.

Ye Qingcheng, Ye Qingcheng, why can't you be smarter in front of him.

Even if only a little bit.

…………………………………………Master, please recommend the dividing line for votes………………

Although Jiang Chongjian arranged a four-day holiday for Long Lifei, there were still some matters where he still needed to call him for advice.

In the afternoon, both couples took a lunch break.

Long Lifei was on the phone with Jiang Chongjian in the study. When he finished answering the phone, he returned to the room but did not see Ye Qingcheng.

I asked Qingfeng according to the inside line, and after searching around, a servant said that Madam asked for the key to the wine cellar.

Long Lifei frowned slightly and looked at his watch. What time was it? What was she doing in the wine cellar?

Don't worry, go and have a look.

The door of the wine cellar is ajar. Because it is used to store wine, the lights in the wine cellar are much dimmer than ordinary lights, and the temperature is several degrees lower than outside.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the ground casually, with a wine opener and two empty bottles beside her. There was only a little bit left in her hand.

His knees were arched, he was holding them with one hand, and his head was buried in his knees. It was unclear what his expression was.

Under the dim light, the way she curled up into a ball was inexplicably heart-wrenching.

Long Lifei stepped forward, knelt down, and called her softly: "A Qing...A Qing..."
Chapter completed!