Chapter 88： It's obviously not going to be a peaceful night

On the sixth day of filming "Military Uniform Star Class", the male guests finally had their long-cherished shooting training - this was the only day they could touch live ammunition guns during the filming process, even though the guns were filled with blank ammunition , and each person only has the chance to shoot ten bullets, everyone is still very excited.

However, before touching live ammunition, shooting theory classes and empty gun aiming training are also required.

The live-ammunition shooting that the star class will experience this time includes two types: prone rifle shooting and standing pistol shooting. After the theoretical class, the guests were first taken to the shooting range to practice empty gun aiming of the 100-meter rifle.

Shooting in the prone position does not require as much arm strength as the standing position, but it is still necessary to hold the handle of the gun firmly and press the **** of the gun tightly against the shoulder.

"The recoil force of the rifle is very strong. If you don't hold the **** of the gun hard, you may be injured when shooting." The shooting instructor explained the theory while instructing one by one, "So, when aiming, the arm cannot be relaxed, and the grip The finger of the gun needs to be pressed hard... No, the index finger of the trigger should be relaxed, and the hand holding the gun can be used hard... Tsk, don't let it all go loose!"

Jiang Qiulin was helpless: "I can't separate, if you want to use force, all your fingers will be forceful, and if you relax your index finger, they will loosen..."

The instructor was also quite speechless: "You can't hold the gun steadily like this, you can run with one shot."

But Jiang Qiulin is not the only one who does not have a standard gun posture. Of course, he can't demand artists according to the standards required for soldiers.

Lie on the ground for a while holding the gun posture, the instructor corrected a few back and forth, and asked the guests to stand up and wait behind.

The instructor stepped forward to load a rifle with a magazine, and called the guests to come forward in order to practice live ammunition shooting.

Chu Yinlong stepped forward and lay down behind the bunker, holding the rifle tightly. Beside him, the instructor was squatting on the right, and the shooting instructor was standing behind him on the left, strictly guarding against death, and not leaving any chance for the guests to cause accidents.

Of course, this was specifically requested by the program group for safety reasons.

Chu Yinlong held his breath, aimed at the target in the distance, and slowly pulled the trigger—

boom!

There was a loud noise in the shooting range, scaring the guests who were waiting behind to cover their ears.

"My God! The gunshots are so loud?!" Yi Bailu almost shrank behind Sun Qi.

"This sound is much more powerful than a firecracker..." Cheng Zhiyi also sighed.

"...It's over, I'm suddenly a little scared." Zhang Xiaoyuan suddenly collapsed.

After the five bullets from the rifle were fired, Chu Yinlong was still a little bit unsatisfied, stood up reluctantly, raised his hand and rubbed his ears.

The target announcer, the little soldier, ran to the target, replaced it with a new target paper, and ran back quickly, handing Chu Yinlong's target paper to him.

Chu Yinlong glanced at it, and coughed slightly in embarrassment.

Jiang Dao was not afraid of offending him, and asked with a smile, "How is it, Mr. Chu? How many rings have you played?"

Chu Yinlong didn't hide it, and reluctantly showed the target paper in front of the camera and the guests—I saw that on the human-shaped target paper, the bullet holes were almost all distributed in the corners, and the five bullets plus There are only 36 rings.

"It's pretty good," the instructor said, "It's the first time I touch live ammunition, and it's good if I don't miss the target."

"Well, I only practiced shooting a gun before when I was shooting a movie." Chu Yinlong said, folded the target paper and put it in his pocket.

Afterwards, Jiang Qiulin came on stage and very "cooperatively" explained why the instructor said "It's good if you don't miss the target"—his target paper had only three bullet holes, and the other two bullets disappeared.

Cheng Zhiyi was similar, because he was not strong enough to hold the gun, he couldn't control the recoil. In the end, only two bullets hit the target, and his shoulder hurt from the **** of the gun, and he grinned and rubbed his mouth for a long time.

Then it was Jiang Dao's turn to play. He lay on the ground that was a little warm in the sun, holding the rifle, habitually resting the **** of the rifle in his shoulder, and leaning his cheek against the hand holding the gun.

Looking through the gap, sight, and bull's-eye, he hesitated for a moment, and instead of firing, he looked back at Chu Yinlong.

Chu Yinlong stood behind and shook his fist at him: "Come on!"

So... do you want to show your true strength?

Or, continue to secretly release water like playing darts in the show last time?

A good darts game can be said to be the result of daily practice, but if you get a good score on the "first" shot, how can you explain it?

Thinking rationally, Jiang Dao certainly understood that he should hide his clumsiness, and at most get a score similar to that of Chu Yinlong.

But he had some expectations in his heart, wanting to show a more complete and dazzling self in front of Chu Yinlong. Even if it would arouse curiosity and suspicion, he didn't want to hide his true self in a place where the other party couldn't see.

"Don't be afraid." Next to him, the instructor thought that Jiang Dao was afraid of the gunshots, and encouraged him in a low voice, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

Jiang Dao twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled at the instructor, "Thank you."

After the words were finished, he turned his eyes back, with sharp eyes, and pierced the gun target along the gap, slightly retracted his index finger, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

A gunshot exploded, Jiang Dao's face was calm, and then fired the remaining four bullets in succession.

Soon, the target announcer, the little soldier, ran back holding Jiang Dao's target with a shocked expression on his face.

Jiang Dao picked up the target paper and proudly showed it to Chu Yinlong—two shots hit ten rings on the head, two shots hit ten rings on the chest, and one shot was slightly off, in the nine rings on the left chest .

"Oh, 49 rings, you have achieved very good results in this army!" The shooting instructor couldn't help but marvel.

The instructor looked around the five bullet holes on the target paper, then looked at Jiang Dao, and finally only praised slightly: "Very good."

"Fuck! Kojima!" Cheng Zhiyi came over to watch the target paper, and was shocked, "How did you hit it?!"

"I said I was foolish, do you believe me?" Jiang Dao asked with a smile.

"Then I definitely don't believe it!" Cheng Zhiyi curled his lips, "Did you go to the club to practice shooting?"

"Guess?" Jiang Dao didn't answer directly.

Not far away, Sun Qi's eyes moved away from the target paper and landed on Jiang Dao, the heat in his eyes seemed to rise a bit.

She was about to go forward to say something, but saw Jiang Dao folded the target paper casually, turned to Chu Yinlong with a bright smile on his face: "Teacher Chu, how are you? Surprised or not?"

Chu Yinlong smiled helplessly, as if he wanted to reach out and rub Jiang Dao's head, but finally patted him on the shoulder: "Is this a surprise or a fright? When did you learn how to shoot?"

Jiang Dao smiled and blinked at Chu Yinlong: "Guess?"

Sun Qi stopped in his footsteps, remained silent for a moment, and looked at Wu Rui.

Wu Rui shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, giving her a "what did I say" look.

Soon, the male guests finished shooting, and it was the turn of the female guests to play.

This time it was even more joyful—Zhang Xiaoyuan was afraid of the gunshots, so he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger the whole time. After firing five bullets with a cold face, he looked at the target paper and found that there were still no bullet holes; Yi Bailu was weak and couldn't hold up to the rifle, and when he left the field, he tore off his collar with a sad face and found that his shoulders were all red...

Fortunately, Wu Rui saved some face for the female guests, and her results were good. Four bullets hit the target, and she scored a total of 29 rings, ranking third.

The rifle target shooting is over, and the morning training is over.

On the way to the cafeteria, the shooting instructor was still chatting with the instructor about the past: "I have to say, that Jiang Dao's hand is really steady, very few people can shoot like this for the first time..."

"First time? I'm afraid not." The instructor shook his head and said, "Do you still remember his target paper? The only shot that went to the left should be a trial shot. The westerly wind was strong today, so he shot the first shot. It was only a little bit off. The remaining four shots were in the ten rings of the head and the ten rings of the chest, that is to say, he adjusted the aiming target at least once in the subsequent four-shot burst, and made no mistakes."

As he said that, the instructor laughed again: "Good marksmanship is almost all fed by bullets, unless he is really a shooting genius. But I was not surprised when he got the target paper. I am more inclined, he practice shooting."

Hearing this, the instructor nodded: "That's right, there are many rich people in the entertainment industry, and there are shooting clubs outside, so it's not surprising that he has practiced.

In the afternoon, standing pistol shooting training requires more physical fitness and strength. The empty gun used to train the gun posture weighs about two kilograms, and it cannot shake when held flat in the hand. There will be recoil, which is a test of arm strength and grip strength.

Fortunately, the star class hit the 10-meter target, the distance was short, and the target paper was still human-shaped. Everyone's results were generally better than in the morning. Jiang Dao even scored a perfect score of 50 rings with five bullets in one fell swoop.

According to the instructor, if such achievements are placed in the recruit company, they will be awarded certificates and commended.

"Hey, why don't we hold a commendation meeting for you too?" Cheng Zhiyi draped Jiang Dao's shoulders and said with a smile, "After dinner, let's organize it in the tent? Shall I draw a certificate for you?"

"Forget it!" Jiang Dao patted him away in disgust, and said with a smile, "I won't lose this person."

After all, with the number of times he "practiced" shooting, let alone comparing with the star class, even if he was thrown into the recruit company, he would still be a bully. He used to shoot "moving targets" on the battlefield, and some mutant beasts had thick carapaces and Toughness, you must hit the same position with the gun, and it is often several shots to complete the kill.

In contrast, standing still and shooting a fixed target in a comfortable environment is really no challenge for him, and it would be embarrassing for him to be commended.

Next, it came to the entertainment competition that everyone was looking forward to.

Today's game is of course also related to shooting, of course, not with live ammunition guns, but with water guns.

The program team set up two boards more than three meters high on the open space of the shooting range, and a calligraphy practice blanket that changes color when exposed to water is hung on the boards as "target paper". There is a line five meters away from the target paper, a chair is placed in front of the line, and a fixed water gun is behind the chair.

At the beginning of the entertainment game, the members of each team took turns to sit on the chairs, and the rear members held water guns, followed the text cards given by the "host" instructor, and used water guns to write on the target paper until the members on the chairs in front guessed the target. Word, replace the relay.

All members guess ten words correctly, and the team with the least time wins.

In the past two days, one day was camping and cooking instead of entertainment competitions, and one day fighting was not enough for all members to participate. This day finally ushered in an interesting enough entertainment competition. The members of the star class were also very excited, eager to start fighting again. Ben won a hand.

The competition started soon, and Chu Yinlong was the first to guess the characters again.

Standing behind him, Jiang Qiulin looked at the clearly written "Guo" on the card, with a confident expression on his face—could he still write such a simple word?

As a result, it turned out that he was really not good at "writing".

"I'll go! The range of this water gun is not enough, brother! Is this asking me to write with a parabola?"

Jiang Qiulin yelled, and suddenly touched some button, and the weak water flow of the water gun suddenly rushed out, leaving a large group of wet marks on the opposite target paper.

The situation of the warrior squad next to it was not much better. The sharpshooter who was supposed to fight wherever he was, couldn't handle the water gun with weird rays, so a group of little soldiers beat their chests and feet in anxiety:

"Hey, go up! The water will fall in an arc!"

"The harder you press the trigger, the further you go! Harder it is!"

"It's messed up! What can you guess?!"

After all, the star class has played a lot of variety shows and seen a lot of scenes. Jiang Qiulin quickly mastered the usage of the water gun, and drew a box crookedly on the target paper, before filling it in.

As soon as he drew a horizontal line in the frame, Chu Yinlong immediately began to guess: "Country?"

"That's right!" Jiang Qiulin put down the water gun and clapped his hands.

Then Chu Yinlong stepped aside, Jiang Qiulin sat down on the chair, and waited for Cheng Zhiyi to write.

Cheng Zhiyi groaned and choked the water marks all over the wall.

Finally, when the soldiers finally guessed the first word, Jiang Qiulin blurted out: "Body?"

Cheng Zhiyi almost jumped up: "That's right! Next!"

Jiang Dao held the water gun in front and tried the water flow at the corner first. Sure enough, the strength of the water was very strange, but there was no good way, so he could only bite the bullet.

He turned over the card and saw the word "Gu" written on it, and his head suddenly became dizzy—this character is too troublesome, with no structural features, and the strokes are still very concentrated, and if the water gun is not well controlled, it will become a mess.

Cheng Zhiyi was not idle either. From the first time Jiang Dao "wrote", he began to make wild guesses. Not only did Jiang Dao want to slap him on the head, but even the soldiers next to him got hurt. Influenced, began to learn to yell.

In the chaos, Jiang Dao finally formed a rough shape on the target paper. Cheng Zhiyi guessed three times in a row, and he guessed the word "Gu" right, and he was elated immediately.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Dao quickly guessed the "stand" written by Lin Chu, and then the star class fought again and again, ending the "shooting" entertainment competition with a speed of three words ahead of the warrior class.

Seeing the dejected warrior squad, Sun Qi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Defend the family and defend the country, stand up to the sky... It seems that our words and theirs can form an idiom?"

After what he said, everyone came to their senses, and immediately recalled what they wrote, and began to compare it with the fighter class.

"It really is! What is it to be brave?"

Yuwen Feiyang simply picked up the card with the words written on it, and called to the Warrior Squad to piece it together.

In the end, everyone put out five idioms on the cards - defending the country, being loyal, going forward bravely, being indomitable, and standing upright.

Looking at the five idioms placed side by side on the table, the star class still doesn't feel much. In the warrior class, there are more emotional children, and their eyes are already red.

"These five idioms are well-deserved by you." Chu Yinlong said with a smile, "We can play games here so easily because you are silently guarding them. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose this game, because I believe that in the Wherever you are needed more, you will win every battle!"

"A hundred battles are victorious!" Jiang Dao yelled.

Immediately, everyone in the star class laughed and shouted: "A hundred battles are victorious!"

In the warrior class, some mischievous little warriors also shouted together: "A hundred battles are victorious!"

In the end, everyone looked at each other and smiled, and no longer care about the outcome of the entertainment competition.

…

After the sixth day of filming, the official training of "Military Uniform Star Class" was over.

On the morning of the seventh day, a very simple graduation ceremony was arranged, plus the half afternoon when they just arrived at the barracks, plus the real barracks life of the soldiers filmed by Group B, these contents will be edited into 12 issues, Just in time for one season.

At noon, the star class and the program team officially evacuated from the barracks. The guests gathered for lunch in a nearby city, took a group photo, and then left with their managers or assistants.

Sitting in Chu Yinlong's business car, Jiang Dao immediately relaxed, nestled in the seat as if boneless, and asked with a smile, "Then we can adopt a big dog?"

Chu Yinlong looked at whether he was sitting or not, and said helplessly, "Why did you sit so straight when you were in the barracks? Just spread out like this in my car?"

Jiang Dao grinned: "That's a military camp, but it's not here, can it be the same?"

As he spoke, he looked around the compartment, stretched out his hand to close the partition between the rear seat and the driver's seat, and closed the curtains.

Then he clung to Chu Yinlong's ear and lowered his voice: "Something exciting, do you want to?"

Chu Yinlong felt his heart tremble suddenly, and his breathing was hot.

Ejima kissed him, untied his belt, and then slowly lay down...

After all, they helped each other in the car and messed around for a while. After it was over, Chu Yinlong returned rationally, feeling that he had done too much.

He was originally a very restrained character, especially in that respect. Before meeting Jiang Dao, he would never indulge himself. But now, he dared to mess around in the car, and Jiang Dao really could not absolve himself of the "blame".

Dumbfoundingly rubbing Jiang Dao's head, Chu Yinlong helped them tidy up their clothes, and opened a gap in the car window.

Satisfied, Jiang Dao leaned on Chu Yinlong's lap, took a comfortable position, and hummed, "I'm tired, I'll sleep for a while."

Chu Yinlong gently combed his hair with his fingers, and gave a low "hmm": "Go to sleep."

The car drove smoothly on the highway, not bumpy, but there was still some shaking.

Shaking, Jiang Dao's cell phone slowly slipped out of his pocket, and it was about to fall into the car seat, Chu Yinlong simply reached out and took it out, preparing to put it in the groove of the car door handle.

Coincidentally, Jiang Dao's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and a WeChat notification popped up.

The message comes from Sun Qi: "Jiang Dao, I look forward to being with you in the future..."

The following text was omitted due to the length of the post.

Chu Yinlong stared at the half of the message for a while, until the screen dimmed, and then he gently put the phone into the groove of the car door.

After sleeping for about forty minutes, Jiang Dao woke up, reached out and pulled the fingers on his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "I said, why did I dream that I was pressed into the water by a big rock? What's wrong with my chest..."

Chu Yinlong flipped his palm and interlocked Jiang Dao's fingers, and with the other hand, he brought Jiang Dao's cell phone to him.

"Huh?" Jiang Dao took the phone, not knowing why.

"It almost slipped out of your pocket, so I'll put it away for you first." Chu Yinlong said casually.

Jiang Daoman didn't care, seeing a new message alert, he didn't guard against Chu Yinlong, he still leaned on his lap, unlocked the screen at will, and clicked on the message from Sun Qi—

"Ejima, I look forward to working with you again in the future, you are an excellent artist."

Jiang Dao read it silently, but did not reply, so he directly logged out of WeChat and pressed the lock screen.

Chu Yinlong asked: "Why didn't you reply to the news?"

Jiang Dao just laughed: "I can't help it, there is a jealous person in my family, I can't just reply to other people's messages... Hey, didn't you see it a long time ago? Just waiting for me here?"

Seeing that Chu Yinlong didn't answer, Jiang Dao sat up and leaned into the man's ear and asked, "Why do you feel so insecure about me? Afraid that I will take all men and women?"

Chu Yinlong smiled wryly: "Yes, I'm afraid you will use the method of seducing me on others..."

Jiang Dao blinked, sat up straight, faced Chu Yinlong, and asked, "Do you still feel that it was too easy for me to sleep with you, so you are afraid that I will casually hook up with others like that?"

After a moment of silence, Chu Yinlong raised his hand to caress Fu Jiangdao's cheek, and smiled helplessly: "Sense knows that you can't, but I still can't help thinking about it. Your attitude towards sleeping with people... really makes me a little insecure Of course, I would like to believe you, but..."

"...It's just," Jiang Dao grabbed Chu Yinlong's hand, with a smile in his eyes, and said softly, "You are too afraid of losing me, I know."

After all, love is the collision and running-in between two different individuals. It is inevitable to have various emotions when getting along. If these emotions are kept hidden in the heart, it may cause an irreparable explosion one day. It's better to be honest with each other and pour out those emotions. On the contrary, it's easier to find the most balanced point between the two.

Jiang Dao put his arms around Chu Yinlong's neck, and whispered in his ear, like a succubus seducing people: "Mr. Chu is so afraid of losing me, here is a better way than being jealous, for example... let I don't have the energy to seduce someone? Huh?"

Chu Yinlong pinched Jiang Dao's waist: "You really—"

"I don't know what to do!" The two said in unison.

…

In the evening, the commercial vehicle returned to Yan City.

After giving bonuses and two days' vacation to the two assistants who followed the program, Chu Yinlong sent them away, closed the door, turned around, grabbed Jiang Dao's wrist, and led him all the way to the bedroom on the second floor.

It's clearly not going to be a peaceful night.