Gu Yu picked up the AKM on the rack, which was warming up, and looked at Wu Shaohan, whose mood had visibly darkened since the competition with Grief.
"Aren't you playing anymore?"
He casually asked.
Wu Shaohan shook his head, "No, I suddenly lost interest."
Gu Yu nodded slightly, not continuing to ask for the reason.
Everyone has their little secrets, and he knew Wu Shaohan's must be a difficult one to discuss.
"You must be very good with guns, teach Xinyue, I'm afraid she will hurt herself messing around alone."
Gu Yu placed his hand on his shoulder.
Wu Shaohan looked surprised and pointed at the untouched eighty-meter target in front of him, "Me? Good with guns?"
He didn't understand how Gu Yu could tell he was good with guns.
"Uh… at least better than me and Lin Xinyue, right?" Gu Yu gestured toward Lin Xinyue's direction with his lips.