"What's going on? Has something happened?" Wei Ziqi patted Miaomiao on the shoulder and asked.
"No, I want to use the kind you have. I don't want to use the kind Ruanyun has, but the coach won't let me." Miaomiao shook her head and replied.
"Well, I choose the guns for you according to your body size and physical condition. If this little customer uses the kind you have, it's very easy for her to get injured. So I'd like her to use the kind for girls." The coach explained in a flurry.
People who could spend 3,000 yuan to hire a coach were basically adults. The coach never thought that one day he would really teach kids how to shoot. He wasn't prepared to coax children at all and didn't know how to do it. So he felt a bit at a loss in this situation.
"It's okay, coach. Just give her what she wants. Miaomiao started learning martial arts when she was four. Her physical fitness is much better than ours." Wei Ziqi thought it was a big deal at first, but it turned out to be just a matter of choosing guns.
"She started learning martial arts at four? Wow! Alright. Since you've said so, let her try the kind you have first." Hearing this, the coach felt a bit relieved.
After all, in such a noisy environment, they could still pay attention to their friend. Their friendship must be very good, and they surely wouldn't do anything to harm the little girl. What they said was quite convincing.
The coach picked up a gun again and handed it to Miaomiao. Just as he was about to teach her, he saw Miaomiao run away with the gun as soon as she got it.
She didn't need his teaching at all. Miaomiao casually found a place to stand, posing in a very standard shooting stance.
The coach was completely stunned. He didn't expect that this quiet and not very talkative little girl had such a strong learning ability.
However, a good stance didn't mean she could shoot well. The coach quickly stepped forward, wanting to hold Miaomiao to prevent her from falling due to the recoil. But he didn't expect that Miaomiao, who had just stood still, didn't hesitate at all and just fired the gun.
The coach was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He almost roared out "naughty kid". But then he saw Miaomiao standing there as steady as a mountain, not even a slight tremble in her hand.
After firing a shot, Miaomiao slowly lowered her arm and raised the gun in front of her eyes, observing it carefully. The coach, who had just let out a sigh of relief, was startled again.
He quickly ran to Miaomiao's side and pressed her hand down.
"Don't get so close. If the gun goes off accidentally, you might end up with a head injury. You must keep a safe distance from the gun. Do you understand?"
The serious look on the coach's face made Miaomiao realize her mistake.
This was her first time shooting a gun. As a coach, the uncle must know much more than her.
Among three people walking together, there must be one I can learn from.
Maybe in terms of martial arts talent and using hidden weapons, the uncle might not be able to match her, but when it came to how to use a gun, she, who had just started, must be a student.
"Got it. Thank you, coach." Miaomiao nodded, remembering this taboo.
Miaomiao was a bit dull, but being dull had its advantages.
In areas she was not familiar with, Miaomiao was very obedient. She would do as others said and was very modest.
Seeing that Miaomiao was so easy - going, the coach let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the naughty kid wasn't completely naughty.
Next, the coach could just let the kids play freely. He just needed to stand on one side, occasionally guiding and correcting their wrong postures or holding up the kids who were about to fall.
Yao Mingxuan, Cheng Ruan and Wei Ziqi all made some mistakes to varying degrees, but only Miaomiao was very worry - free and didn't need any help from the coach at all.
An hour passed quickly. Miaomiao made rapid progress from getting familiar with controlling the gun to practicing her aim.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Yao Mingxuan, who hadn't had enough fun, quickly picked up his phone and ran to the front desk.
Get a card! Renew it!
Recharge! Recharge! Recharge for a year or so first!
Yao Mingxuan's generous act made him a VIP of the club.
He casually stuffed the golden card handed by the cashier girl into his pocket and then quickly rushed back to the entertainment room.
"Coach! Can you turn on the moving targets?" Miaomiao, just like answering a question in class, raised her hand first and then asked.
Miaomiao's appearance was very eye - catching. The coach noticed her at a glance. The shooting sounds around were so loud that he didn't hear clearly what Miaomiao said. He slowly walked forward and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have any questions?"
"No, I want to try the moving targets!"
"Okay, I'll turn them on for you."
The coach walked to the door, lifted the plastic cover next to the door, pressed a button inside, and immediately, many moving targets rose from the track in the venue.
Miaomiao stared intently at those targets and continued shooting.
The second hour also passed quickly. The arms of the other three little friends were numb from the vibration. In the last half - hour, only Miaomiao was still playing, and the rest were sitting on the bench as spectators, taking a break for their almost numb arms.
"Miaomiao, it's time for us to go home." Wei Ziqi looked at the time. It was already time. He quickly walked to Miaomiao's side and reminded her.
Miaomiao was a person with a strong sense of time. Hearing Wei Ziqi's reminder that two hours had passed, even though she still wanted to play, she didn't linger too much. She very self - disciplinedly put down the gun in her hand quickly and left the club with her little friends.
After the kids left, the coach was still tidying up in the room. When he walked into the shooting range and was about to replace the target center, he was stunned.
The targets of Wei Ziqi, Yao Mingxuan and Cheng Ruan were all normal. Most of their shots hit the outer areas, and only occasionally did they hit the target once or twice.
But on Miaomiao's target, there were only a few shots outside the bullseye. There were no new steel balls on the wall behind the target, and the rest were all within the bullseye.
The coach quickly put away this target and turned to check the moving targets.
At first, he thought the kids were getting impatient with the fixed targets because they were too boring, so they wanted to try the more difficult moving targets. But now, it seemed he was completely wrong.
Completely wrong!
The coach, who had just picked up the target, let out a sigh of relief when he saw the messy bullet holes on it. But when he looked at it from another angle, his expression became completely serious.
From the front, this moving target showed the Chinese character "Miao".
He remembered that one of the boys among the four kids had called this girl's name, and it seemed to be Miaomiao!