The story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 17

A month after Feng Ling officially joined XI Base.

Recently, Nanheng had been plagued by the chores of the Li family.

No man in the Li family could escape the fate of being asked by his family to marry a woman from an equally powerful family after he turned twenty. He had been struggling for half a year and was still very much annoyed by the young ladies of those families. Except in the base where he could have the excuse to turn off his cell phone and cut off all contact with the outside world, as soon as he stepped out of the base's gate, he had to face all kinds of family chores and all kinds of women that his family arranged for him.

After he stayed in the base for a month, during which he turned off his cell phone, a few seniors of the Li family came to him.

At that time, Nanheng was watching the members of Team One having shooting practice in the training ground behind.

A group of members stood in a standard row, five of them coming forward with guns.

Nanheng leaned against a stone table not far away, playing with a gun and watching those men shooting not very skillfully. After all, most of them were newbies and there were twenty good ones out of a hundred, but it was not enough for Nanheng.

Feng Ling came forward with others. She picked up the gun with standard and neat movement. While the other people were still adjusting their stances, she had fired a shot with no hesitation.

Bang, straight to the bull's eye.

Feng Ling had only been at the base for a month, but she was doing everything right. Although she was supposed to be new to the shooting practice, she was obviously pretty good at it.

K had said that Feng Ling's marksmanship was very good and she saved him with his gun.

He watched from a distance with a straight face. He leaned there motionless, looking very arrogant and with an aura so cold that one would never dare to approach him.

Then he casually turned the gun that he had been playing with in his hand. Without standing up or changing his position, he suddenly fired a shot at the bull's-eye a hundred meters away Feng Ling had just hit.

No one expected that there would be a sudden gunshot coming from behind. They were all in shock, and in the twinkling of an eye, they saw that the target fifty meters in front of Feng Ling was suddenly holed in the middle, and Feng Ling's bullet that had stuck in the middle also disappeared.

Nanheng threw his gun onto the stone table and looked calm as if he hadn't fired the gun, saying casually, "Continue to practice."

Han Jin. "…"

Xiao Xu. "…"

Feng Ling: "…"

The other members in training. "…"

Boss had shot Feng Ling's bullet away. Was he despising Feng Ling's marksmanship?

Now he ordered them to continue to practice, but even Feng Ling's marksmanship was despised by him. Would he throw up at their junk shooting skills?

Tut, luckily, Feng Ling was not a girl.

Otherwise, they would have doubted whether Boss picked on Feng Ling like this just to arouse his attention…

But the boy was only fifteen. Even if Boss was actually gay, he couldn't fall for a teenage boy…

Feng Ling didn't mind what Nanheng did, however. Each man had three chances to fire, and she loaded her cartridges as usual and continued to fire. The last two shots hit the bull's eye with perfect accuracy. Bullets passed through the hollow bull's eye and shot into a nearby tree trunk, leaving deep bullet holes.

After finishing the shooting, she handed the gun to the next person smartly, turned and returned to the team.

There was a ten-minute break after the shooting practice and she turned and went outside to pick up half a bottle of mineral water she had drunk. This place was very close to Nanheng but she didn't go up to him. Nanheng was surrounded by a few members and many people were asking him for advice on shooting skills, who were actually s.u.c.k.i.n.g up to and trying to impress their boss.

Feng Ling drank another mouthful of water, twisted on the mineral spring water bottle and turned away when she suddenly saw Fattie, who liked to fool around most in Team One, secretly put his foot out in front of her. She took a cold glance at him. Instead of being tripped, she kicked him. Fattie was tittering, only to see Feng Ling's foot kicking at him. With pain on his leg, he jumped up, and the next moment, he got kicked in the a.s.s again. In such pain, he covered his b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s squealing as he jumped up to Nanheng and complained, "Boss, you gotta stop Feng Ling! He kicked my ass!"

Nanheng took a glance at Fattie and then at Feng Ling behind.

Feng Ling also rolled her eyes at Fattie.

What made Fattie think Li Nanheng could save him? Although Boss was the nominal drillmaster of Team One, he wasn't in charge of the chores. Like a hands-off boss, he had the assistant drillmaster Han Jin take care of the chores for him. He probably wouldn't bother to take care of such trivia.

Besides, what right did he have to manage her?

What did he have to do with her?

Just as Feng Ling turned to put her mineral water to one side, she suddenly heard his cold, clear voice rang. "You know Fattie likes fooling around. Why don't you just ignore him? If you kick several more times, he will be kicked swollen and become even fatter."

Fattie. "…"

Boss, are you sure you are helping me? Aren't you insulting me?

Feng Ling glanced at him and said, "OK, I'll kick him in other parts of his body next time to make him swell more evenly."

Fattie. "…" Boss, save me!

There came a great burst of laughter.

Nanheng also laughed and raised his leg to kick off Fattie who was jumping at him for help. "How can you make this pitiful look with your fat face? Lose some weight. If you can't lose weight by 30 pounds in a month, I'll kick you to another team."

Fattie. "…"

Boohoo, I feel insulted. Although I am fat, I am flexible. If I'm not flexible enough, how can I have the ability to get into Team One?

Boss, this is discrimination!!!

At this time, Han Jin came up to Feng Ling who looked aloof and seemed not to be interested in fitting in this group and he asked, "Did you learn how to shoot a long time ago? Your marksmanship is good. Are you interested in learning professional long-range sniping?"

Feng Ling took a look at Han Jin. "I can shoot, but I never learned to snipe at long range."

Han Jin nodded. After staying with him for a month, he really liked this kid. Although he was a bit too young, he was really excellent.

"Our base has been established for so many years but there have been less than five members who have acquired up-to-standard long-range sniping skills, and the best one is Boss Li. You should try to get on good terms with Boss like the others and ask him to teach you."

Hearing this, Feng Ling said coldly, "No, I never go out of my way to please someone I don't like. I can learn something else."