Chapter 75: Shoot, My Junior Sister
"Don't do anything rash," Xiao Wu warned in a serious tone.
"Don't worry, I won't," Ye Feng grinned, rubbing his nose.
Ye Feng knew his body language always gave him away—whenever he was feeling embarrassed or lying, he'd do that. Back in the 21st century, he had read a book about picking up girls. It said: Unless it's a one-night stand, prostitution, or r**, no woman will just give herself to you before you've kissed or hugged her.* If he wanted to get closer to a woman, he had to take things step by step, making her drop her guard over time.
The female body wasn't too different from a man's, except for two peaks and an abyss. Ye Feng's request to "just take a look" was, of course, laying the groundwork for his next move on Xiao Wu. Once he had seen it, then he could consider the next step.
Xiao Wu's face turned bright red, but after a moment of hesitation, she shyly tugged at her collar, exposing a breathtaking view of the "mountains."
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The Next Day
Ye Feng went to find Oscar alone and handed him an Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, the mildest of the immortal herbs.
"This is a miraculous herb… You're giving it to me?" Oscar looked stunned.
"You call me Boss Ye, so just take it," Ye Feng said with a chuckle, patting Oscar's shoulder. "You need to get stronger if you want to be worthy of Meng Yiran. She's from a noble background, after all."
Oscar's grip on the herb tightened, his face serious. "I know you don't like me being too polite, but I still have to say—thank you, Boss Ye. I won't forget this favor."
Ye Feng smiled, rubbing his nose. "Alright, absorb it first. Meet me at the training ground later—I've got another gift for you."
After handing over the herb, Ye Feng went to have breakfast with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong. Once done, the three of them arrived at the training ground, where Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing were already waiting.
Ye Feng snapped his fingers and pulled out four pistols from his storage bracelet, handing them to Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong.
Ma Hongjun examined the weapon, curiosity written all over his face. "What the hell is this?"
Ye Feng smirked. "A pistol."
Ning Rongrong's eyes gleamed with interest. "So this is what you were working on yesterday?"
"Yup." Ye Feng nodded. "The blacksmiths at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are crazy efficient—they got everything done in a day."
Ning Rongrong beamed with pride, then turned her attention back to the weapon. "But… how does this thing work?"
"To kill," Ye Feng and Zhu Zhuqing answered at the same time.
Ning Rongrong glanced between them, a little taken aback. "Zhuqing, you already got a gift from Senior Brother?"
Zhu Zhuqing's face turned slightly red. She couldn't help but think about what had happened the night before—Ye Feng had taught her something very personal, and Dai Mubai had seen it, blowing up in anger. Because of that, Dai Mubai hadn't even returned to the academy last night, choosing to stay in Soto City instead.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu was staring at the pistol in her hands. "So… how do you use this? Do you throw it at people like a rock?"
Ye Feng chuckled, stepping closer. "I'll teach you."
As soon as Ye Feng moved, Xiao Wu instinctively took a step back, her mind flashing back to what had happened last night. She cursed herself for being too open with him. Why the hell did I agree to let him see that?!
Ning Rongrong frowned. "Xiao Wu, are you feeling hot?"
Xiao Wu panicked and quickly shook her head. "I'm fine!" But her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes at her odd behavior. "Xiao Wu?"
Realizing she was making things weird, Xiao Wu quickly said, "Brother, why don't you teach Rongrong first? I'll just watch."
"Alright," Ye Feng agreed easily and turned to Ning Rongrong. "Junior Sister, let me show you how it's done."
Ning Rongrong nodded, but the moment Ye Feng reached for her hand, she instinctively flinched, pulling away as if she had been shocked.
"Senior Brother…" she murmured, blushing.
What Ye Feng didn't know was that for years, Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi had constantly mentioned his name to her, hyping him up. When she finally met him, she really did develop feelings for him, but she wasn't the kind of girl to just throw herself at a man. In her mind, she and Ye Feng weren't close enough to hold hands yet.
Ye Feng frowned slightly. "Don't be nervous." He gently took her hand again. "How am I supposed to teach you if you're like this?"
Ning Rongrong hesitated but let him hold her hand. At that moment, she felt Xiao Wu's eyes on her, watching with a stunned expression. Did she not know Senior Brother had to hold hands when teaching someone to shoot?
Ye Feng patiently adjusted Ning Rongrong's grip. "Not like that—like this. Yeah, now rest your finger on this part. This is called the trigger. Think of it as the mechanism that fires the bullet. Now, hold the grip firmly. Make sure to keep your arms steady. Be careful when you shoot—there's recoil. To prevent any accidents, try firing a shot. Don't aim at anyone or the sky, just shoot at the ground."
Ye Feng stepped behind Ning Rongrong, positioning himself close to guide her hand properly. Even in public, he was completely composed, purely focused on teaching.
Bang!
The loud shot rang out, and Ning Rongrong was caught off guard by the sudden recoil. Her body jerked backward, straight into Ye Feng's chest.
"Ah!" Ning Rongrong yelped, startled.
Her face flushed a deep red. Not only had she just fired a gun for the first time, but she had also accidentally pressed herself against Senior Brother's chest.
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(End of Chapter)
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