She has no friendship with Jing Yi, who is not as gentle and talkative as Bai Yixing, nor as funny and easygoing as Pei Ji, nor as enthusiastic and lively as Joyce, and standing with him, it is better to hug a piece of ice.
MoYan stood in the empty gymnasium. Right in front of her, JingYi silent like an iceberg, silent release of cold air, she could not fail to rub her arms, the two people are speechless.
"His Excellency the Marshal ......" she said deliberately.
MoYan thought, even if I call you teacher, it is not suitable, she blinked.
He is not wearing a uniform that is buttoned up to the neck today, a black long-sleeved shirt wrapped around a long, upright torso, the outline of the muscles can be regarded faintly, but a little extra skin is not exposed.
Jing Yi walked to the shelf where the weapons were placed. Picked up a pistol and weighed it.
"Can you use it?" He turned his head and asked.
MoYan honestly shook his head.
"Try it." Jing Yi tossed the gun to her. MoYan took it and touched it. The gun was icy to the touch and a little heavy.
This thing in the post-apocalyptic world belongs to the senior team standard, she learned the posture in the memory of an one-handed shooting position, the gun aimed at the gun target hanging on the wall not far away.
Jing Yi walked up to her at some point. MoYan moved his nose and smelled a smell of the ocean.
"The pistol is a close range self-defense weapon, so it's destined for a harsher real-world environment than a long gun, and you won't have a chance to aim carefully while using it." He paused. "There is also likely no chance of firing an extra shot."
Jing Yi stood quietly at her side. The oppressive feeling of his lanky body made MoYan's hand shake a little, and she frowned tightly forcing her gun to aim at the ten ring.
"Being able to accurately aim at the target inside the target is nothing, how you can hit an enemy within ten meters is what needs to be considered." He spoke lightly. His voice unhurried. "Usually you only get two quick shots, and when they're over, either the enemy is down or you've been stabbed several times."
The corners of MoYan's mouth twitched, and she was about to put down her gun when a forceful hand restrained her.
"Don't move."
She felt Jing Yi leaned over when she was breathing slowly, but he didnot have anything on her. He just lifted her wrist with his fingers gently, like a dragonfly water. Through the white gloves, she can clearly feel the temperature on his hands, which are cool and lower than normal temperature.
"Keep your hand straight." He calibrated the height of her wrist almost strictly, looked again at the standing position of the two.
MoYan felt only the palm of one hand put on her shoulder and the other on her arm. The bitter scent of the ocean smell became clearer. The scent belonging to a strange man took over her mind. And MoYan's arms and legs began to stiffen.
"Breathe." The man in her ear whispered, MoYan froze and exhaled gently at his words.
JingYi patted her slightly shaking arm. His fingers are taking most of the pistol's weight for her. And from a distance the two seemed to stand to close together.
"Breathing is important in shooting, the farther the distance the greater the impact, most novices will hold their breath to air, which is not right." Jing Yi slowly said, his gaze lowered as if he saw elsewhere through the gun in her hand, "When breathing is unstable, muscle stability is impacted. Now, forget I'm around you and find the breathing rate that works best for you."
His undulating voice seemed to have magic powers, MoYan gradually calmed down, she began to concentrate on aiming, the timing of an exhale and an inhale gradually reached a certain pattern, when she felt she was in the best condition, holding her breath and pulling the trigger.
"Bang-" a gunshot, the distant target more than a black hole in the gun, smoke.
"Very good." Jing Yi deadpan let go of her hand and said.
MoYan gasped, and silently spat in her heart: your praise is like "standing at attention".
But she still humbly accepted the instruction: "Thank you, Marshal."
Jing Yi stare blankly for a moment, but said nothing.
Later, MoYan was trying to practice shooting at close-range targets and moving targets, and as the morning went by, her accuracy gradually improved, but he did not lean so close to her as he did just now, teaching her by hand.
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During the break, MoYan sat on a cushion and drank water, while JingYi stood at the entrance of the gymnasium looking into the distance, the light falling on him appeared to have lost its temperature.
MoYan attributed this to the generation gap.
There is a generation gap in three years, the head of three armies is in a high position, so how can he be younger, so MoYan never looked at him as a person of the same age.
--Modern bloodline alienation, perhaps already forty-odd years old.
She chatted casually with Lydia on the terminal and learned that Jing Yi did not exist, and that their training today was about be easier, just a lap along the playground.
[Lydia: It's really hard to ask him to give you individual coaching!]
[Lydia: I heard that this one in the region is the least compassionate, not even a marriage partner for so many years.]
MoYan scratched his head, he is not really considerate, but it appears to be okay ......
"What's that in your hand?"
The man did not know any more when to approach and just stood aside looking at her from a superior position.
MoYan followed his line of sight and lifted the greasy paper bag in her hand.
"Marinated chicken leg, spicy."
Jing Yi frowned, showing a rare expression of disapproval: "That's what you cook cooks for you?"
"It's my own preference."
"These foods are unhealthy."
"It's also unhealthy to breathe second-hand smoke and car exhaust."
"Those two are not the same."
MoYan wiped his hands and held the oiled paper bag up: "do you want to try it tries it? It's delicious."
Jing Yi stalled and swallowed what he about say. He looked away: "No need."
MoYan shrugged, it seems that the Lord Marshal will not eat spicy, she lowered her head, so she did not see what the flash of light in his icy blue eyes.
The Purifiers' martial art defense class was just a morning, only twice a week, the council didn't ask them all to be very skilled, at best they would learn some self-protection skills.
Jing Yi stood on the elevated ground, watching MoYan walk away with her bag on her back. Her figure is gradually blending into the thick woods until she got out of sight.
Only a very few people understand that this gifted young master is still a pure-blooded human. She is the only one in this federation, in the true sense of the word.
The path of the gymnasium, two men in robes standing on the roadside talking, they must have seen the MoYan who just left.
"This one is a rare one who is not arrogant."
"I heard that the class is also very serious and hardworking."
One of them shook his head: "The Federation had a total of seven Great Purifiers before, and now it has become eight. The balance of the seven continents has been broken, and Oviwe Asia is bound to become the target of all."
"Although the South Cavan continent is extremely callous, the bloodline genius of that master of theirs is very powerful and have not declined for more than ten years. The elevated level purification master of Hobenra continent has grown the fastest in recent years, and they are thus untouchable. Masters of Sunti and Kugadno continents are old veterans, and have taken in an unknown number of students."
They are recklessly evaluating others. The tone is informal with carelessness.
Those two are always talking.
"The only Ovivi Asia, master renowned for thirty years, the older the strength is also fading, in recent years even the face does not let anyone see, and evaporation is no different. MoYan master although young, but the birth is doubtful, even the family is not, although she has a strong talent, but whether the future can continue to go, but also depends on the marriage family, in recent years due to Accidental premature death is also a lot of ......"
This person halfway through the discussion suddenly silenced, as if by a certain piercing line of sight gaze, from the bottom of the feet rose a near-death shiver.
They trembled back to be seen a man from the gym door slowly out.
The man with silver hair and black clothes, expressionless, as if shrouded in a stern air pressure, pressed people can not even breathe.
The two men's faces instantly turned pale: "Marshal?"
I heard that this marshal was giving the MASTER individual tutoring on martial arts in contemporary days, and they just discussed MoYan ...... right in front of him!
Military boots on the stone road, a crisp kicking sound, Jing Yi face unchanged, he took every step, as if stepping on the heart of two people, no one had the courage to move or run, because the body is as though frozen.
Jing Yi glanced at the two: "Continue."
They shook their head into a rattle: "Subordinates do not dare ......"
"Who gave you the guts to talk about Master behind his back," Jing Yi said in a booming voice, and cold sweat kept dripping down from the two men's heads, but they didnot have the nerve to wipe it away.
"As teachers, you should be in the classroom."
The two people looked east and could not speak.
Jing Yi's cold gaze swept over their identity cards and no longer opened up, he just casually called up the terminal and raised his hand to operate it twice.
"Councillor number 33098, 42101, from today you are deprived of the right to teach at the Parliamentary Academy, if you enter the Academy again will be wanted by soldiers. Now leave immediately, don't let me send you away."
Two people instantly face like dead ashes. They bent down and apologized: "Yes ...... sorry." After explaining that, they shrink their necks and ran away ashenly, faster than anyone else.
Jing Yi indifferently watched them flee as if they had left, the head of the three armies, the marshal of the Cebu Ice Corps, he has special rights, can make the first punishment of low-level officials of any department, and not subject to parliamentary supervision.
Casually clean up the two chewing councilors, for him there is not any impact. Besides, the Jing family is an ancient military family that has been standing for a hundred years and has made significant achievements for the federation, and no one has the courage to touch the military ranks of their families together in the whole continent.
Jing Yi walked along the path MoYan had left. His mind is recalling what the two had been said.
'Doubtful birth, no family, future is a mystery ......'
The young master is not blessed by a vigorous family. The House and the government are just a group that pursues rights and interests. She is like a light bulb that is forced to screw on. Glowing in the hands of everyone.
What they said is not totally unreasonable. There are many purifiers who died at a young age. Even in recent years, many of them perished and disappeared because of accidents.
There is not of talented individuals, whose lives are tied up by various rights struggles. In the eyes of high-ranking people, MoYan's fate is virtually in the hands of her future betrothal.
"Marriage contract family?"