Outright Favoritism Chapter 1205: : Is he holding a big move?

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In the camp, even the average sniper can reach this level of muscle memory created by training all the year round.

In comparison, everyone is more curious about whether the reporter can hit the target.

At this moment, Silo raised his arm unhurriedly, and took a long time before pulling the trigger.

The gunfire sounded, and the bullet pierced the air and hit the bullseye.

The huge shooting range was silent, everyone looked at the scoring device, and the result came out three seconds later, the lowest score, five rings.

If she misses the bullet a little bit, she will definitely miss the target with no results.

Silo nodded in relief, "Not bad."

Several brothers in the cooking class took the lead in applauding, "Sister Luo is better than me. The first time I hit a target, I hit the stakes, and there are no five rings."

Siluo smiled and accepted the other party's rainbow fart.

Zong Zhan's ears moved twice, and his thin lips sank a little bit displeasedly.

He found that Silo's attitude and tone of speaking to others were quite gentle.

But as long as you are alone with him, the intensity of your speech is like a machine gun.

Zong Zhan listened to the joking sounds of Silo, Black Dog and others, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

So, the man didn't delay any more, and directly raised his hand and fired two shots.

The results are not bad, very close to the ten-ring red heart.

Zong Zhan took off his blindfold and threw it on the table, then removed the magazine, turned his eyes and said coldly: "You have so much nonsense on the battlefield?"

He was angry, and his tone of voice was even more unlikely to be friendly.

Zong Zhan regrets inexplicably, he shouldn't have brought Xi Luo to the camp.

Safety belongs to safety, but she is too hiring.

Moreover, with her cunning character, it is easy to mingle with everyone among men.

Si Luo has become accustomed to Zong Zhan's cynicism. She curled her lips and fired two shots at the bullseye, seemingly casually, "You don't like to listen to nonsense, you can close your ears."

Zong Zhan willingly bows to the wind on the skill of stunners.

In a short while, Shi Luo's results came out, and the crowd watching the excitement also scrambled to look around.

On the scoring device, the scores of the two ten rings are particularly conspicuous.

Someone rubbed his eyes and suspected that he was seeing double images.

The first shot only had five rings. Why did the last two shots go directly to ten rings?

People make progress by leaps and bounds. Reporter Xi can be called progress by leaps and bounds, right?

Everyone looked at Xi Luo to pay attention to salute, shocked, at a loss, trance...and so on.

Si Luo also took down the magazine, ignoring the eyeballs around him, raised eyebrows and Zong Zhan looked at each other, "Two days off, right?"

"Of course." Zong Zhan replied simply, but Xi Luo was a little surprised.

She hesitated for a few seconds, and said tentatively: "Starting today?"

Zong Zhan: "Yes."

Siluo: "???"

Is he holding a big move? !

……

After lunch, Silo returned to the dormitory and stood in front of the window thinking hard.

In the end, she still didn't want to understand Zong Zhan's true intentions. She suppressed the doubts in her heart, changed her regular clothes and packed two pieces of clothes casually, and then went out with a small purse.

Outside the building, a normal Santana came into view.

In the window of the cab, there is a smiling Xiong Ze, "Sister Luo, get in the car."

Si Luo looked left and right, but Zong Zhan was not seen in her sight, she couldn't help but opened the door of the back seat briskly, "Little Bear, take me to the plane..."

Zong Zhan, wearing a white shirt and trousers in the back seat of the carriage, is closing his eyes and resting.

Siluo: "..."

She knew it.

It just so happened that the man in the back seat said: "Either get in the car or go back, you choose."

Si Luo has no expression on her face, "I choose C."

Zong Zhan slowly folded his legs, his lips deepened with a smile, "Holiday canceled?"

Siluoyang threw the leather bag in, slammed the door and walked around to the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the camp, but the direction was not the airport, but the old house of the Zong family.

On the way, Shi Luo's phone kept vibrating, but she didn't answer it, just hurriedly returned a few messages, leaning on the back of her chair to sleep.

Returning to the old house of the Zong family, Zong Zhan pulled the person out of the car regardless of Xi Luo's push, "If you don't want to take a vacation, you will continue to make trouble."

Siluo closed her eyes and sighed long, "I have something to do, your lord has a lot?"

"It's a big deal." Zong Zhan squeezed her wrist tightly, "You will give me peace of mind during the extraordinary period."

Xiluo automatically ignored his extraordinary period. The two soon came to the east side of the courtyard. When they raised their eyes, they saw Zong Hesong carrying a birdcage in his hand, looking at them kindly." Xiaoxi is here."

"Bo Zong."

Siluo smiled and greeted, Xu Shi was thinking about things, her expression inevitably a little unnatural.

If Zong Hesong's smiling gaze flicked over Zong Zhan's hand, he nodded with satisfaction: "It's rare to see you can live together peacefully. Come in, and your hands will be there soon."

What manpower?

Siluo had a vague premonition. Just sitting in the hall and drinking half a cup of tea, Butler Chen came to report, "Master, it's getting old."

"Invite him in, and send someone to deliver mahjong."

Sure enough... the so-called lack of manpower is the lack of one in three mahjong games.

Xiluo looked at Zong Zhan faintly, not smiling.

The latter took a leisurely sip of tea, took the opportunity to turn his head to her ear and said: "Or arrange me in my heart, or do you want to count me?"

"I want to collapse you."

The words fell, Zong Hesong, who was sitting next to them secretly looking at them, suddenly stood up, "Old man, look at the threshold."

Zong Zhan and Xi Luo looked sideways at the same time, and saw an old man with a cane walking slowly outside the door of the wing.

The age seems to be over seventy, but his eyes are full of majesty without anger.

Through Zong Hesong's reminder, the old man knocked on the threshold above the ground with a cane, "Old Zongtou, can't you take this thing apart?"

"I can't say it a few times, the ancestors stayed." Zong Hesong came forward to greet with a smile, "Stop talking nonsense, three missing one, just waiting for you."

This is the first time Silo has met another old chief who is full of Dijing.

This person Duanmu E.

Zong Zhan came forward to say hello very familiarly, and helped his father into the seat.

Si Luo didn’t figure out the situation at all, and she didn’t want to deal with it. Taking advantage of the greetings from the master, she hid behind Da Ye Luluo and called Bai Yan back, “Things have changed, I won’t answer today. Go."

At this moment, Bai Yan is preparing to cook fried rice. Hearing Xi Luo's reply, his brows frowned slightly, "Is there a problem?"

"That's it." Silo took the time to glance at the mahjong table, and said hurriedly: "Before twelve o'clock tonight, I will find a way to go back. You send someone to meet me in Feicheng."

Bai Yan tossed the spatula aside, a dark light burst into his eyes, "Well, if you are in trouble, just say it, the mascot has been very idle lately."

Siluo smiled and said that she knew she knew, then she opened her eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's been a long time since Bai Yan called Li Qiao the mascot.

But in the trouble she encountered this time, she didn't intend to involve Li Qiao from the beginning.