Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 269: Training [2]

Ling Qingyu didn't know, Tang Ziyi had a strong reason, why she didn't allow Ling Qingyu to touch firearms during this week.

She wanted Ling Qingyu to gain confidence in hand-to-hand combat and train her physical body to great potential before immersing herself in the guns.

Fortunately, Ling Qingyu could keep up with Tang Ziyi's anticipation or even surpass the original pacing according to her plan.

She feared once Ling Qingyu got hold of a gun, she would no longer practice martial arts, the essence of enhancing the capability of human physique.

After all, one could easily learn how to shoot than being a practitioner for a long time to defend themselves. Waiting till Ling Qingyu trained by herself every morning as a habit without her intervention as if imprinted to the soul, Tang Ziyi decided to let her touch what Ling Qingyu always wanted.

At least, Ling Qingyu was dead serious in her practice. Tang Ziyi never saw her slacking off despite complaints and whining against her urge as bullying.

Well, Tang Ziyi admitted, she loved bullying this little one. After all, in front of Ling Qingyu's IQ and strategy, Tang Ziyi believed the moment when she racked this girl with fists wouldn't be long before Ling Qingyu could fight head-on with her.

Even Xiao Yue, who was improving daily, couldn't compare with Ling Qingyu's improvement rate. Tang Ziyi figured Ling Qingyu was a rare seed, probably suited to following her footsteps. Find exclusive stories on M V L

Moving away her thought, Tang Ziyi fixed Ling Qingyu's mistakes, in her previous handling of the pistol. "Don't grab the handle like you're grabbing a stick. Although I know your wrists' strength is very strong, the posture is too unsightly. Spread your feet a little bit more. That's it. You don't need to drop your head to aim, raise your hands so that your eyes align with the aim point.

Relax your shoulders and you don't need to raise them."

Tang Ziyi helplessly patted Ling Qingyu's shoulder muscle. In fact, Ling Qingyu's movements weren't wrong but they were already outdated. In the old days, her posture was what many sought for when firing a gun.

"Why don't I put a holographic sight on the pistol, then I won't be in trouble?" Ling Qingyu complained. "Ouch!"

Tang Ziyi slapped the back of her head. "First familiarize yourself with the fundamentals before going advance. You must learn to walk before you run. Alright, fire 10 rounds, slowly. I say slow mean really slow. Remember I'll burst your ass if you do what you do previously."

With Tang Ziyi watching closely, Ling Qingyu dared not misbehave and nodded her head, gripped the handle as told, and aimed at her sight, controlling her breathing rhythm, and then squeezed the trigger. Her eyes watched as the aim point jumped before aligning again, deviating a little from her original target position.

Still clamping her palms on the grip tightly and quickly adjusting back on target, she squeezed the trigger again. Gradually, Ling Qingyu got used to the recoil feeling and her instinctive fear disappeared.

One round after every three seconds to one round per second, Ling Qingyu transformed her skill. If Tang Ziyi hadn't witnessed in front of her eyes the monstrous talent, she would never have believed such type of people existed. Ling Qingyu adapted too quickly.

If Ling Qingyu trained for a few days to achieve this state, Tang Ziyi wouldn't have to scratch her head.

Ling Qingyu fired the final three rounds, close to the high standard, Tang Ziyi demanded. Ling Qingyu resumed a stand-by position, drawing her Glock 19 close to her chest and pointing slightly downward in a relaxed manner.

Her expression happily asked for praise from Tang Ziyi, who didn't say a word and clicked a button on a machine. The paper target floated toward the two.

In the background, a couple of loud bangs rattled inside the range. Ling Qingyu's guards were also honing their skills. Given the free opportunity with unlimited training bullets, only idiots would refuse to train.

Ling Qingyu exclaimed in joy after seeing multiple holes close around the inner circle of the paper target. Even without an expert's explanation, Ling Qingyu already knew her marksmanship level.

"What's this?" Tang Ziyi uttered in disdain. "You're happy with this level."

Ling Qingyu was immediately unhappy. She thought for the first-timer, her results were already outstanding. "Of course, which recruits have you ever seen achieving my level?"

Tang Ziyi was depressed. She hadn't seen a ghost! She was already controlling herself from exploding in astonishment. Ling Qingyu was more than just brilliant but Tang Ziyi would never say so.

She must rub this guy's arrogance to the ground again. She clicked her tongue and said. "Watch my moves before you think so."

Tang Ziyi drew out her Glock from the holster, aimed at the paper target and pressed the trigger repeatedly in rapid motion. All of the above were done in one smooth flow.

Ling Qingyu only saw several muzzle flashes and multiple bangs before Tang Ziyi slid out the magazine and inserted the new one. The old was kept behind, then Tang Ziyi holstered back the Glock.

One fluid move without any awkwardness and stylish display, not even losing the aggressiveness. Well, that wasn't the point. Tang Ziyi emptied the magazine within a few seconds.

No, less than 1.5 seconds in her opinion. 15 bullets in a go within a few seconds?! Ling Qingyu's mouth widened. Tang Ziyi, smirking inside took note of Ling Qingyu's reaction, pressed the button so that the machine brought back the paper target.

Upon closer inspection, Ling Qingyu went speechless. Comparing the two papers, Ling Qingyu's original pride was crushed.

All of Tang Ziyi's shots were inside the center ring in contrast to her scattered nine-ring. So, achieving nine-rings was still terrible, Ling Qingyu became confused.

If other shooters heard Ling Qingyu's words, everyone might commit suicide in depression. For the first-timer to attain multiple nine-rings consecutively, they really had no words except to beat the shit out of her.

"How on earth did you shoot this fast?" Ling Qingyu asked. "I feel like it's quicker than premature ejaculation."

Tang Ziyi was about to answer her when she heard the latter part; her face darkened with Ling Qingyu's wording choice. She almost slammed this girl to the ground.

Heaving a long sigh, Tang Ziyi replied. "Follow my instructions carefully. Don't try anything new or innovative till I allow you. It wouldn't be long before you reach my level, understood?"

"Understood." Ling Qingyu bobbed her head up and down. Without a strong foundation and understanding, testing out new stuff might destroy her skill instead. Obeying Tang Ziyi's instructions without any questions till she became the expert in testing new ones was the way to go.

This time, Ling Qingyu followed Tang Ziyi's every word without complaints or hesitation. There was no longer haste in Ling Qingyu's gesture. Tang Ziyi's strength had convinced Ling Qingyu.

Seeing this outcome, Tang Ziyi was relieved and lamented her correct choice to step on Ling Qingyu's arrogance first before teaching further.

Afterward, Ling Qingyu adapted to Tang Ziyi's requirements, fulfilling without making any serious mistakes. The minor mishaps were quickly noticed and corrected by Tang Ziyi, who smiled in satisfaction seeing Ling Qingyu perfectly responding to her words.