Thousands of brilliance condensed in him, but he did not know it.
Back in the shooting team, Tang Xin was trained by Ding Fang for an hour.
Ding Fang has always been calm, but this time, she was very angry. She sat in front of Tang Xin and spoke very fast, "Tang Xin, you are good enough, right? You've even kidnapped one of our shooters, right? You know that Shen Qing Yuan is the key shooter. How many pairs of eyes are staring at it! If something went wrong, can you afford it?"
Tang Xin sniffed in grievance and began to act coquettishly, "Sister, I'm about to lose my job, don't you know that you feel bad for me?"
"Although you're unemployed, you haven't lost your love, so you're actually not that miserable."
Tang Xin's eyes widened, and she was amazed for a while, "Sister, did you see it?"
Ding Fang picked up the coffee cup and took a sip before saying, "Idiots can't see it! How far have you and Shen Qing Yuan progressed?"
Tang Xin remembered the huge thermometer and said disappointedly, "No progress."
"It seems that you have completely ignored my words." Ding Fang said, "I said, for your heart disease, the cure is to not love him."
"But now I don't stutter anymore, but occasionally... I'm a little nervous, so I don't play well." Tang Xin said with no confidence. She rolled her eyes and shook Ding Fang's arm, "Sister, is there any other way besides 'don't love him'?"
Ding Fang nodded, "Yes."
"What?" Tang Xin's eyes lit up.
"Make him fall in love with you."
Tang Xin suddenly became depressed, "...Forget it, when I didn't ask." She felt that making Shen Qing Yuan fall in love with her was even more difficult than "not loving him".
Two days later, the Asian Shooting Championships kicked off.
This time, it was not a live broadcast, but was recorded in the studio, with Zhou Zu Guang as the commentator. Tang Xin was busy inside and out, doing everything herself, and doing things more seriously than before. When Zhou Zu Guang saw it, he felt a little distressed, "Xiao Tang, it's almost done."
Tang Xin just shook her head and smiled, "I'm not tired, really." Many times, some things are not important at first, because it is the last time, it has a special meaning. Tang Xin felt that she had come to an end. Before saying goodbye, she wanted to be perfect.
The morning was the preliminaries for the men's 50m slow shooting, which was also Shen Qing Yuan's main event. For two full hours, Tang Xin stared at the screen without blinking, her heart pounding.
"Xiao Tang, it seems that you still care about him." Zhou Zu Guang came over and joked when he was free.
Tang Xin quickly denied, "I don't."
"Then are you still nervous?"
"In case he makes a mistake, then the responsibility lies with me. Of course I'm nervous." Tang Xin was stubborn.
Shen Qing Yuan was in good condition, ranking second and entering the final. As for the man who won the first place in the preliminaries, Tang Xin looked very familiar. She glanced at the information in Zhou Zu Guang's hand and found that it was the Indian player Akato.
Arkato obviously regarded Shen Qing Yuan as an opponent, and kept turning his head to talk to him in the rest area. Shen Qing Yuan didn't even look at him, he just drank water. Not knowing what Akato said, Shen Qing Yuan suddenly became furious and stood up suddenly. Tang Xin thought that his next move was to grab Akato and beat him in the face. However, Shen Qing Yuan remained calm and did not do anything, but glared at Akato angrily, turned and walked away. The director saw this section and ordered, "Cut this section out."
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Hello the Sharpshooter
RomanceMany years ago, when they were high schoolers, Tang Xin met the tall and dashing Shen Qing Yuan. She instantly fell for him, although she didn't tell him at the time. He told her that he wouldn't forget her, but since then, their paths have gone in...
