After getting married, my husband became my instructor

Fighting training mainly lies in physical strength and reaction ability, while deciphering pays attention to patience and clarity of thinking.

The course schedule is very tight, and after nearly ten days of training, everyone has obviously improved by leaps and bounds.

... After five or ten minutes passed, Lin Muchuan took off the black cloth blindfolded and looked at a small piece of paper in front of his eyes.

The level of training is increasing. This is no longer simply listening to the sound, but also requires them to concentrate their minds.

In fact, that little piece of paper is useless at all, the main thing you can rely on is the subtle sound made by the iron ring on the top sliding on the steel ring.

After many times of training, Lin Muchuan has overcome the dizziness and can calmly judge the movement around him.

Eating in the cafeteria after training, Zhang Wan ate and talked, so excited that he almost spit out the food in his mouth.

"Shooting training with the three groups in the afternoon, using the special nuclear bomb gun for the military group! I'm looking forward to it!"

People in Area A are free to equip guns, but they use old-fashioned pistols, and nuclear bomb guns are only used by military groups, and they have only seen the true colors of those things on the screen.

Lin Muchuan was as excited as he was, but in the afternoon, when Wang Tao asked the people in Area A and Area B to stand separately, he was at a loss.

"Everyone in District A should have touched a gun, you don't need to learn from scratch, and those in District B stand up."

As soon as Wang Tao finished speaking, Lin Muchuan panicked. His information was in District A, but he was married to District A. He was originally in District C, and he had never even touched a gun.

He also has zero foundation, so should he stand up? If he does, will others think that his information is fake...

Four or five people went out, Lin Muchuan twisted his fingers tangledly, and when he was hesitating in his heart, he suddenly heard the familiar subwoofer sounding.

"Lin Muchuan, come here."

He raised his head and saw Han Qian standing there, calling himself expressionless, and there were a few people from the third group standing beside him.

Lin Muchuan was a little unclear about the situation, but he still obeyed the order and walked forward, stood still in front of him, and said softly, "...instructor?"

Wang Tao came over and said to Han Qian: "Commander Han, thank you for your hard work."

Han Qian nodded with a cold face, and said in a deep voice to him and the people next to him: "All follow."

Lin Muchuan was confused, and hurriedly followed. The six people including him were lucky enough to take the elevator with Han Qian.

The atmosphere in the elevator was quiet and stagnant, with Commander Han at the side, everyone was cautious, not daring to let out a breath, their tense bodies stiffened.

In the comparison at Lin Muchuan Station, like everyone else, he dared not make a sound. Looking at the floor numbers jumping on the electronic screen in front of him, he suddenly felt that his lower back was touched a few times.

He was so scared that he turned his head to look cautiously, only to see Han Qian standing behind him, still looking calm and steady, there was no flaw on his face, and he didn't even look at him.

He pursed his lips and turned his head back.

The number jumped to three, and the elevator was still going up. Lin Muchuan felt a sudden tightening around his waist. He looked down and found that his belt was being pulled.

He bit his lower lip and stared back at him silently.

How could this man play a hooligan in a serious manner?

The two stood in the innermost part, and the others had their backs to them and had no idea what was going on behind them.

Han Qian hooked his belt with one hand, watching him raise his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

It was agreed that the belt should not be tied so tight, why did it come out to seduce someone?

Lin Muchuan looked at his look that deserved a beating, and wished he could raise his leg and stomp him hard.

Fortunately, the seventh floor arrived soon, and everyone got out of the elevator one by one and lined up in the corridor. Lin Muchuan followed behind, consciously making up to the end.

Han Qian came to the front of the team and said to the first person, "Do you know what you are here for?"

Facing the direct question from the chief instructor, the person at the front of the team sweated nervously on the tip of his nose, dared not look at him at all, and honestly shook his head.

Han Qian paced to the back of the team, and said as he walked: "Ten days of training, the instructors have been secretly observing your progress, today is a shooting class for one or three groups, you have been assigned to me, yes Because your ability to accept is too poor, you need to focus on training."

Standing at the end of the line, Lin Muchuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Then, a little disappointment and a little sadness slowly rose in my heart.

Han Qian brought them into the classroom, where the tables and chairs were arranged neatly, and a gun was placed on each table.

Six people walked in one by one, and when Lin Muchuan sat down at the back, there was an extra table and chair beside him.

Han Qian stood on the podium, took out a gun from his waist, quickly unloaded the nuclear bomb, and then held it up to signal them.

"Whether you have touched a gun before or not, you will learn from the basics today. The gun in front of you has no nuclear bombs, because you have to be familiar with the structure of the gun first, and watch me demonstrate it first."

As he spoke, he tapped his finger on the key position lightly while holding the gun, and disassembled each part quickly, with a very skilled technique, without the slightest hesitation.

Before everyone saw his specific movements clearly, they saw him pinching the last part with his fingers and gently placing it on the podium.

Everyone was shocked, and so was Lin Muchuan. This... It took less than a minute, and the gun was dismantled by Han Qian just like that?

Han Qian didn't speak, he lowered his head and picked up the parts, and quickly and skillfully assembled them into a complete gun, returning to its initial appearance.

At the end, he raised his chin: "It's your turn."

Lin Muchuan looked down at the gun in front of him, picked it up clumsily, recalled Han Qian's first move, and clicked it at a certain position.

There was a slight click, and the outer casing of the gun grip came off.

He buried his head in the study, pinched his fingers here and there, and removed a few parts with difficulty, but some parts could not be moved at all.

When he was anxiously pulling hard, a pair of arms wrapped in army green came from behind, and his hot palms gently covered his hands. The unique smell of tobacco and pine wood lingered in his nose, and a familiar magnetic voice sounded.

"Why can't it be removed? Because there is no point."

Han Qian circled him from behind, led him to press a certain place with his fingers, and then went to dismantle other parts.

Lin Muchuan tensed his nerves, and breathed his own breath through his nose. The other party's breath was too strong, and he felt that he was about to suffocate.

It wasn't until the table was full of parts and the gun was disassembled that the other party slowly let go of his hand, whispered in his ear, "Why are you so nervous, the instructor is just teaching you."

The sound of everyone dismantling guns covered up the movement here, and the hot breath sprayed in his ears, Lin Muchuan's head was numb from shock, and he took a quick breath, while the other party had already straightened up and left to teach the next person.

Sitting there feeling ashamed and annoyed, he couldn't help turning his head to take a look. Han Qian was teaching the man to dismantle the gun, and he was also teaching, why was he so serious when teaching others, when it was his turn...

He turned his head back, and began to carefully and slowly reassemble the parts according to the picture of the gun displayed on the screen on the podium.

In the first few times, I was a little novice, but the dismantling became faster and faster, and the assembly was also proficient. In some places, I can do it immediately without thinking.

The group has been dismantled about a dozen times. When you are serious about a certain matter, time always passes quickly. When the bell rang, Han Qian walked up to the podium and said to them: "That's all for today. I will take all the shooting lessons, remember?"

Everyone answered loudly: "Yes, instructor!"

Han Qian opened the metal door of the classroom, and everyone put the guns on the table, then got up and filed out.

Lin Muchuan followed at the back, seeing the person in front leave the classroom, he was about to follow out, but saw the metal door in front of him suddenly closed.

He froze in place, and subconsciously opened the door by himself, but the door of this classroom has personal authority? ? ?

Before he could react, he heard Han Qian's voice behind him: "Come here."

Lin Muchuan stood still, and turned around slowly after a long time, looked at him with those clear eyes, and whispered: "Instructor, I want to go out..."

Han Qian frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and walked down from the top directly. When Lin Muchuan was retreating and wanted to avoid it, he reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, hugged him like a child, and walked back with big strides. He sat on the high podium, put his hands beside him, and stared at him with those deep eyes with a sullen face.

The podium was very high, and Lin Muchuan was half a head taller than Han Qian when he sat on it.

In the quiet and empty classroom, there were only the two of them left in a blink of an eye. Lin Muchuan was blocked by him on the podium, clutching his arm nervously, his long eyelashes with drooping eyes trembling slightly: "Han... Han Qian."

Han Qian's face softened a little, and he squinted at him: "Stop calling instructor?"

Lin Muchuan didn't know how to deal with him, so he could only bite his lower lip and didn't speak, and didn't dare to look at him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Han Qian was not annoyed. He changed the subject and said, "Wang Tao said that you are quite talented and you are a fast learner in all aspects?"

Lin Muchuan shook his head lightly, hesitatingly said: "...not happy."

"Ok?"

Lin Muchuan still lowered his eyes: "You said...you are assigned here only if you have poor acceptance ability."

After hearing what he said, Han Qian let out a low laugh with a sullen face.

He didn't expect Lin Muchuan to be quite serious about what he said.

"You are completely unfamiliar with guns, and you want to go directly to shooting training like them?"

Lin Muchuan blinked, raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that the other party stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of his nose: "Idiot, I specially drew you over, otherwise he called people from Area B to go out, what are you going to do? "

After listening to his explanation, Lin Muchuan was taken aback for a moment.

He didn't expect that Han Qian was... helping himself?He knew that he had never touched a gun, so he specially called himself out to learn from scratch?

He lowered his head, bent his fair neck, and whispered, "Thank you."

Han Qian refused to admit it: "A thank you is enough?"

After saying this, he moved closer, and Lin Muchuan felt nervous for a moment, and the hands holding his arms changed to his shoulders, scratching the golden tassels on his shoulders.

Han Qian didn't care and continued to bully him: "Kiss me as a thank you gift."

Lin Muchuan panicked, and grabbed his tassels more messily with one hand.

"I'm standing on your husband's side now, asking you for a thank you gift, isn't it too much?" Han Qian pressed him without giving in.

Although he has been bullying himself overtly and secretly, Lin Muchuan has to admit that Han Qian is a measured person. As far as today's matter is concerned, Lin Muchuan is still very grateful to him.

However, there was a question lingering in his heart that kept him thinking clearly.

Lin Muchuan thought for a while and decided to ask it out.

He looked up at the beautiful amber green eyes of the other party, and said softly: "Yes, but can you answer me a question first?"

Talk to yourself again.

Han Qian thought with a headache, his wife looks like a bully, but in fact she is making small calculations in her head, so she won't be fooled by him again in the end.

Even so, Commander Han who dotes on his wife patiently replied: "You ask."

Lin Muchuan pondered for a moment, and then asked: "You...why did you marry me?"