With the last bullet from the magazine fired and accurately hitting the distant target, Lin Xinyue put down the AR15 rifle in her hands.
"You have a lot of talent and the potential to become a sharpshooter,"
Wu Shaohan, who had been instructing her, didn't skimp on his praise for her marksmanship.
"Thank you!" Lin Xinyue was very happy. She suddenly felt that she understood the joy of men...
Gu Yu's expression showed surprise; perhaps Lin Xinyue only saw it as a common word of encouragement.
But he knew Wu Shaohan's true identity, and since Wu Shaohan had said so, it meant that his girlfriend truly had a talent for shooting!
"What's it like to have a sharpshooter girlfriend…"
Gu Yu murmured softly, his mind involuntarily conjuring the image of a gun-toting older sister archetype.
It really did have... a unique charm.
"Your ammunition is all used up. Do you need a refill?"