150: A quiet morning

Bullet casings ejected from the handgun's ejection port, clattering as they fell onto the metal surface.

Hua Meiying emptied the magazine and exhaled.

"Whew."

She detached the empty magazine, not rushing to replace it, but instead rubbed her slightly numb wrist.

The bionic skin on her knuckles was slightly hot from continuous shooting, causing Hua Meiying to furrow her brow.

Under the light of the gradually rising sun, faint blue smoke rose from the barrel of the 'nocturne', outlining a spiral trajectory.

Fang Yun stood to the side and spoke in a deep voice:

"Your bionic skin has nearly twice as many nerve sensors as the standard model, and its toughness is also higher, plus it has a nano-repair function."

"This means your perception of various sensations is more acute, you can control your body better, and at the same time, it means you can handle higher intensity training than others without worrying about minor training injuries."

"Of course, this also means the pain and fatigue you feel during training will be greater and more intense than others."

"Although I hope you grow into a qualified warrior, the tolerance threshold for pain and fatigue cannot be raised in just a day or two."

"If you find it difficult to continue, don't force yourself. Taking a break midway will be a wise choice."

Hearing Fang Yun's words, Hua Meiying felt the soreness in her wrist instantly disappear by more than half.

『Hehe, Master is concerned about me, so happy.』

She nodded and smiled brightly at Fang Yun:

"Mm, I understand. When I feel uncomfortable, I will say it myself. Thank you for your concern."

Fang Yun smiled slightly in agreement.

Just as he was about to continue guiding Hua Meiying in shooting training, he suddenly sensed a resentful gaze.

Fang Yun turned his head and his gaze met Bai Xuerou, who was staring at him.

『Why doesn't Master come and care about me? Kitty is unhappy, kitty is sad, woo woo woo.』

With a turn of thought, Fang Yun understood Bai Xuerou's idea.

He looked at Bai Xuerou with some amusement and shook his head inwardly.

「Like an eight or nine-year-old child, still needing to be coaxed. This is truly...」

"Bai Xuerou, the same goes for you. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, remember to say it."

After hearing Fang Yun's words, Bai Xuerou's expression, which had been a little wronged and sad just now, immediately turned into one of beaming joy.

『Woohoo, Master cares about me too, so happy, so joyful. Meow~』

Seeing Bai Xuerou's happy appearance, Fang Yun sighed softly:

"Sigh."

「It seems the master recognition program's influence on them is stronger than I imagined. This is not a good thing.」

「...Forget it, let's continue with the training first.」

〖Author: All the protagonist's 'intelligence-reducing', 'unreasonable' actions, etc., are the result of my quiet efforts behind the scenes.〗

"Hua Meiying, continue training after you've rested."

"You need to memorize the feeling of shooting until it becomes instinct."

"Yes."

Hua Meiying answered seriously, then raised the 'nocturne' with a new magazine.

"Bang!"

Before long, another magazine was emptied.

In the center of the distant target, three new bullet holes were tightly arranged, forming a perfect triangle.

"Not bad."

Fang Yun clearly saw Hua Meiying's results from this round of shooting using 'Eagle Vision Wolf Gaze'.

A string of data analysis flowed through his brain.

"Recoil control is much better than the first round."

The holographic screen on the shooting platform displayed Hua Meiying's shooting data curve.

In the first round of shooting, she had incredible luck and achieved extremely heaven-defying results. In the subsequent rounds, her true strength gradually emerged.

From seven rings, eight rings, to nine rings, ten rings, Hua Meiying's progress was very fast.

(PS: I solemnly declare again that all settings in this book are fantasy, and everyone should not copy them into reality. For example: the various descriptions of shooting techniques.)

"Look here, the third and seventh shots were a bit off. You still need to pay attention to your breathing rhythm and muscle exertion."

"Several times when reloading, you subconsciously held your breath, which will affect the stability of your shooting."

"Is it because you haven't gotten used to the feeling of shooting yet?"

"Take your time, your talent is very good."

Hua Meiying leaned her face closer to the screen while changing the magazine.

Her soft pink-white hair brushed against Fang Yun's arm, creating tiny static sparks between the tips of her hair and his skin.

As the distance between them shortened, the faint jasmine scent on her body also flooded into Fang Yun's nostrils.

「Hair static stimulation, custom pheromones emitted by the secretory gland implant on her neck.」

「Bionic bodies all over, designed to provoke men's desire... What a crazy world, crazy desires, crazy people.」

「Indeed, this world needs a fire - a fire that burns away all the sins in the world.」

『Master is staring at me, so happy.』

『There is no desire in Master's eyes, only something I don't understand. ...As expected of the Master I chose.』

Through the reflection on the screen, Hua Meiying saw Fang Yun's somewhat distracted expression.

She blinked, turned to look at Fang Yun, and showed a sweet smile:

"I will pay attention in the next round of shooting."

Hua Meiying's words interrupted Fang Yun's thoughts.

Coming back to his senses, Fang Yun subconsciously took a step back, increasing the distance between them.

Looking at Hua Meiying's smile, Fang Yun reacted and said with certainty:

"Ah, mm, that's good. I believe you can do it."

...

On the other shooting platform, Bai Xuerou was slowly firing bursts while biting her lip, leaving a row of tiny teeth marks on her light pink lips.

The 'Morning Song' continuously spat fire in her hands, and the silver-white muzzle emitted puffs of smoke during continuous firing.

The recoil made Bai Xuerou's shoulders tremble slightly.

Sweat beads near her collarbone rolled down into her collar as her body trembled.

Vavinia was behind Bai Xuerou, giving instructions:

"Don't rush, find the feeling of resetting after each shot. Watch the trajectory of the sight returning to position, it's as regular as a pendulum."

"Although your strength is not as great as Hua Meiying's, your gun sense is better than hers."

"Make full use of your talent. As long as you can master the feeling of shooting, you can compensate for the lack of strength to a certain extent."

"I-I understand."

Bai Xuerou took a deep breath, adjusting her shooting posture as her chest rose and fell.

『Feeling, feeling, feeling.』

『...』

『Now!』

The next second, a bullet left the barrel, accurately hitting the center of the target 50 meters away.

Vavinia raised an eyebrow, showing a hint of surprise.

Then, she looked at Bai Xuerou's fluid shooting movements and smiled with satisfaction.

...

Fang Yun glanced at the time display in the upper left corner of his vision: 10:30.

"You have all mastered the handgun shooting techniques for 50-meter and 100-meter targets in three stances. After this, you only need to practice on your own to consolidate."

"Take a fifteen-minute break. Then we will switch to rifles and conduct rifle shooting training."

"At this rate, there might be an opportunity for introductory close-quarters combat skills training this afternoon."

『Close-quarters combat? Zero-distance contact with Master!』×2

Hua Meiying and Bai Xuerou exchanged glances, their eyes filled with determination.

『No matter how hard or tired I am, I must persevere. I am determined to do the close-quarters combat skills training.』×2

Fang Yun paid no mind to the three people sitting on chairs resting.

He walked to the alloy ammunition box and gently pressed his fingertip on the fingerprint recognition area of the metal lid.

The box's intelligent recognition System detected Fang Yun's biological features, and sixteen micro hydraulic locks simultaneously made a 'click' sound.

The lid slid open silently, revealing the neatly arranged magazines.

A microchip is embedded in the bottom of each magazine, which can record and display the remaining bullet count and bullet type in real time - provided the chip is connected to one's personal operating System.

Incidentally, the 'nocturne' and 'Morning Song' can not only be compatible with the magazine's smart display function but also have some other practical functions.