C32

Chapter 32 - You're the god I set my mind on pouncing on

After the target training ended, Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong returned to his single room.

He turned on the light.

In an instant, the entire dorm turned from dark to bright.

Upon entering, Jing Bao'er flopped onto Jing Rong's bed and said, "Fourth Uncle, to be honest, why don't you teach me how to use the spear tomorrow? I want to learn it, but I feel like the way you all fire at me is too cool! "

Damn, she also wanted to be that handsome.

"You really want to learn?" Jing Rong walked over to her side and sat down, and asked her with an indifferent tone.

Jing Bao'er vigorously nodded her head, "Really, please teach me, teach me."

With that said, she started to pull Jing Rong's arm and act coquettishly.

"Alright, then go to sleep early tonight. I'll teach you when you wake up tomorrow."

Unable to endure her pestering him, Jing Rong reluctantly agreed.

"Yeah!" "Long live Fourth Uncle!" Hearing this, Jing Bao'er excitedly kissed Jing Rong's face lightly.

"Jing Bao'er!" Jing Rong scolded with a dark face.

However, Jing Bao'er still did not fear death and laughed, "Heh, then let's go to sleep."

"Go wash up and sleep first. I'll take a look at the documents first, then I'll go to sleep later."

"How about I accompany you to read some documents before we sleep together?" Jing Bao'er held his hand, blinked his eyes, and started firing.

"If you want to learn the way of the spear, then listen to me obediently. Otherwise, I'll throw you out!"

Receiving his warning, Jing Bao'er immediately restrained himself, got up, and walked into the bathroom.

… ….

In the middle of the night, when Jing Bao'er woke up, she discovered that Jing Rong had made a bed beside her bed.

Borrowing the silver moonlight, Jing Bao'er could barely see his cold face.

Even when he was asleep, this man still carried a cold aura that isolated him from the rest of the world.

Cautiously, she got out of bed and came close to him, hugging him tightly, then closed her eyes.

He turned his body and subconsciously hugged her tightly.

Comfortable!

Leaning on his chest, smelling his familiar scent, Jing Bao'er felt extremely comfortable in his heart.

… ….

In the morning, when Jing Rong woke up, he smelt a fragrance unique to girls.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly in his arms. Unconsciously, his throat tightened.

The morning sunlight was not too warm, but was reflected on the girl's face. That young and tender face was especially moving.

The pajamas she was wearing were his black shirt, and at this angle he could see the view of her chest.

Dull!

The little lunatic crawled into his bed in the middle of the night.

Just as he was about to push her away, Jing Bao'er opened his eyes.

Seeing Jing Rong's dark face looking at him, Jing Bao'er immediately laughed mischievously, as if nothing had happened. "Morning …"

"Jing Bao'er, who am I?!"

"You are the god that I have set my mind to throw down."

"Jing Bao'er, let me ask you one more time, who am I!"

"Fourth Uncle."

"Since you know that I'm your fourth uncle, you should give me a bit of a count."

"Aren't you tired of saying these few lines?" Jing Bao'er blinked his eyes, got up and went straight to the bathroom.

After Jing Bao'er left, Jing Rong's face became even darker.

… ….

After eating breakfast in the organization canteen, Jing Bao'er pulled Jing Rong along to the shooting-range.

At this time, a large number of Organization Members were already training with the target on the target range.

"Fourth young master …"

"Fourth young master …"

"Boss …"

Seeing Jing Rong, everyone immediately greeted him respectfully.

Jing Rong nodded indifferently and replied. Then, he brought Jing Bao'er to a place where there were no people around, picked up a normal gun beside them and said, "Take this, it's light."

Looking at the small and exquisite black gun in his hand, Jing Bao'er was slightly excited.

"What should I do next?" Jing Bao'er asked.

Jing Rong patiently loaded the gun, walked to her back, and placed the gun in her hands. From the back, he helped her adjust her hold on the gun, held her hand, and pulled the trigger with her, shooting the bullet out …

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the target!

It was too close, so close she could smell the mint and tobacco on him.

Seeing that the bullet had hit the target, Jing Bao'er turned her head around happily, looking at the exquisite face behind him, she smiled brilliantly.

It was unknown whether the morning sunlight was too dazzling, or the girl's smile, it was simply too beautiful. For a moment, Jing Rong was actually stunned.

The moment Ye Ming walked to the target range, he saw the scene of Jing Rong and Jing Bao'er together.

The scene was a bit beautiful, a bit stuffy, and he could vaguely smell it from a distance.

Strange!

Are these two really just uncles and nieces?

It seemed to be more than that!

He coughed lightly, seeing that Jing Rong had let go of Jing Bao'er, he quickly walked over to the two of them, "Second Master, Miss Jing, good morning."

Jing Rong was still as cold and indifferent as ever. He glanced at Ye Ming, "Morning."

Seeing Ye Ming, Jing Bao'er immediately smiled. "Good morning, Little Big Brother Ye Ming."

With that, she turned, pointed her gun at the center of the target, and imitated Jing Rong's movements, as she tried to shoot.

could not help but frown at her unconventional movements.

When the normally perfect Jing Rong saw this scene, he couldn't help but walk behind her and help her adjust the way he was holding the gun from behind, and the direction the muzzle was pointing at.

"Relax your hands, relax your shoulders, don't be so beautiful and stiff."

He held the gun with one hand and patted her shoulder and arm with the other.

The heat scattered over her ears and neck, making her tingle.

It was itchy!

Jing Bao'er coughed lightly, following his instructions, she adjusted her posture.

"Okay, breathe slowly, relax, pull the trigger gently... "Don't raise your chin so high, lower it …"

After seeing Jing Bao'er adjust her standard posture, Jing Rong retreated to the side with her arms crossed in front of her chest, waiting for her to shoot.

"Bang!"

After an ear-splitting gunshot, the cold bullets were like arrows that had left the bowstring as they shot out and struck the fifth ring on the target …

It was the first time in her life that she had actually touched a gun. It was also the first time in her life that she had fired a gun.

Although she had only hit the fifth ring, she was already very happy.

The Jing Rong of this time, did not know that one day, he would regret letting Jing Bao'er hold the spear today.

"Beautiful! Not bad, Miss Jing, you actually managed to hit five rings on your first try! " On the side, Ye Ming praised.

Receiving Ye Ming's praise, Jing Bao'er proudly raised his chin and raised his eyebrows, his face was full of pride, and smug.

"Stop being so cocky. Follow what I've taught you. Try firing another shot yourself." Jing Rong ordered coldly, his expression still not cold nor hot.