How Was It? (Monthly Vote Request 3)

After entering the shooting range, Jiang Yan Hai picked up a pair of earmuffs from the side.

He handed them to Shao Xiao Jia and had him put them on, then led him to a target. "Come on, weren't you teaching me how to play games? This is more exciting than anything in a game. Give it a try. You need to start practicing properly now."

Looking down at the firearm in his hands, Shao Xiao Jia still had no idea how he had suddenly ended up here. He did not even know what had happened.

I only came out to use the internet. Why did I suddenly become a member of some secret organization? Are you filming a movie with me? Even movies wouldn't dare shoot something like this!

Yet the cold gun in his hands, the smell of gunpowder in his nose, and the constant gunshots around him all reminded him that this absurdity was real.

The cold, black firearm in his hands, fully fitted with attachments, gave off a deep and alluring charm. Or rather, it was the masculine romance buried in every man's bones, something no man could resist.

Looking at the distant target, Shao Xiao Jia did not know what he was thinking. He raised the gun and tried to imitate the aiming posture of characters from video games, though he was incredibly clumsy at it.

Jiang Yan Hai shook his head. Someone beside him immediately walked over and began correcting Shao Xiao Jia's grip.

The man wore a stern expression, and Shao Xiao Jia did not dare argue. He could only learn in silence. After his posture was corrected, Shao Xiao Jia pressed the rifle stock against his shoulder, aimed at the distant target, and pulled the trigger.

With a crisp bang, the loud