After rejecting my celebrity husband Chapter 862 - 866: Bringing My Eldest Nephew to Broaden His

Leng Zirui kept his word, and first took the Little Thing to the shooting range.

In the shooting range, there were also special forces mbers undergoing shooting training. When they saw Leng Zirui carrying a little child, the officer in charge of training was surprised.

"Boss, what’s this?!"

"I’m bringing my nephew here to broaden his horizons, is that a problem?!" Leng Zirui glanced at the soldiers preparing to shoot in the distance, "Go get him so earmuffs!"

The Little Thing was still young. Although this wasn’t an indoor shooting range, Leng Zirui was still worried that the loud noises might hurt his ears.

The officer returned with a set of earmuffs in hand.

After putting the Little Thing down, Leng Zirui carefully adjusted the earmuffs on his head, then held his little hand and walked him to the shooting point.

"Gun!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a soldier imdiately tossed his gun over.

Holding the gun, Leng Zirui smiled, knelt down, and embraced the Little Thing in his arms, showing the gun in front of him, "This is an M99 semi-automatic sniper rifle. From where we’re standing, it can shoot through that jeep over there, isn’t that amazing?!"

The Little Thing was seeing a real gun for the first ti and was extrely excited. He reached out to touch the gun, then looked through the sniper scope and excitedly turned to Leng Zirui, "Uncle Zirui, can I fire a shot?!"

"Of course, but you need to be careful and not get scared!" Leng Zirui disengaged the safety on the gun and held the Little Thing’s hand on the trigger, "Put your eye on the scope, do you see the little cross inside? Aim it at the bullseye."

Following his instructions, the Little Thing moved the gun, while Leng Zirui rely held it, letting him exert all his force.

"Uncle Zimo, I’ve aid."

"Then shoot!"

The Little Thing pulled the trigger with his small finger. Bang! With the sound of the gunshot, the bullet was fired.

Leng Zirui held the gun steadily, his body pressed against the Little Thing’s, absorbing the powerful recoil. The Little Thing was brave and didn’t get scared, instead, he was even more excited.

"Six rings!"

In the distance, the person responsible for reporting scores shouted loudly.

"Not bad, Little Thing!" Leng Zirui’s face showed obvious surprise. The Little Thing’s first ti handling a gun, not only did he not miss, but he also hit the six rings, which was impressive enough to surprise him, "As expected of my nephew, he truly has the deanor of a great general. Co on, let’s shoot a few more tis!"

Luo Jun was already feeling unsatisfied. Hearing that he could play more, he imdiately got excited again, and once more placed his face close to the sniper scope, aiming again.

"Don’t rush to pull the trigger, slow down your breathing. I heard from Wanwan that you play the piano, right? Think of this as playing the piano, you understand rhythm, right? Now you need to adjust your breathing to a steady rhythm, let’s try a 4/4 count, for now, breathe through your nose, 1, 2, 3, 4, then switch to your mouth, 1, 2, 3, 4..."

Leng Zirui guided the Little Thing with the simplest language, Luo Jun’s excitent quickly cooled down and his expression beca calm.

"Good, now, try aiming. When you feel that you’ve aid at the bullseye, you can shoot."

The Little Thing carefully moved the gun, watching the red bullseye in the scope. His small finger tightened once more, pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The second shot.

"How many rings?" Leng Zirui raised his face and asked.

"Eight rings!" the scorekeeper answered loudly.

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