Deicide Learning In A Psychiatric Hospital Chapter 42: : How are my talents?

"It smells so good..." Lin Qiye, who was in pain all over his body, staggered out of the training room, smelling the fragrance from the activity room, and his eyes like dead ashes rekindled.

The corners of Wen Qimo's mouth rose slightly, "It seems that your morning meal is not worth it..."

Lin Qiye walked straight to the activity room, and just after pushing the door in, the four pairs of resentful eyes swept over.

"..." Lin Qiye felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, "Why...?"

"Nothing, sit down and eat." Chen Muye glanced at him and said lightly.

"Oh."

When Lin Qiye sat down, Hongying stared at Chen Muye, indescribably pitiful.

"Let's eat." Finally, Chen Muye said the words that everyone had been waiting for for a long time.

Several people took action one after another, like a wolf that had been starved for a few days, with red eyes.

"Sister Hongying, your night watchman's food... is always this good?" Lin Qiye asked in a low voice, looking at the table full of food.

Hongying replied angrily: "I don't want to talk to you now."

After Hongying finished speaking, she thought about it again and added: "I'll talk to you after I finish eating!"

Lin Qiye: ...

"Lin Qiye."

"Yes, Captain."

"Is there any gain after training today?"

"Yes, I have gained a lot."

"Yes." Chen Muye nodded, paused, and continued, "Does it hurt?"

"...a bit."

"Xiao Nan, help him treat him later."

Si Xiaonan pouted and nodded obediently, "Okay."

Chen Muye thought for a while, and then added, "You don't need to be completely cured, as long as you can be beaten tomorrow."

Lin Qiye: ...

Clap!

Two pairs of chopsticks slammed together in the bone broth, making a slight noise.

The two pairs of chopsticks were deadlocked, holding the piece of meat, and no one would let anyone else.

Hong Ying and Wu Xiangnan stared at each other with big eyes, just like that, their eyes seemed to collide with a series of sparks in the air.

"Wu Xiangnan, I liked this piece of meat first." Hongying said with a stare.

Wu Xiangnan said calmly: "I caught it first."

"You let go."

"I won't let go."

"Let go!"

"Don't let it go!"

The thorns...

The spark of collision between the two is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Leng Xuan, who was silently eating and had a very low presence, stared at the piece of meat and reached out to touch his waist...

He took out an MP5 submachine gun,

On the table.

"Let go." He said calmly.

Hongying: ...

Wu Xiangnan:...

Leng Xuan naturally stretched out his chopsticks and took the largest piece of meat. After hesitating for a while, he put it into Lin Qiye's bowl.

"New arrival, eat more and practice guns later."

Leng Xuan said coldly while putting away the submachine gun.

"Ah? Oh... well." Lin Qiye didn't react for a while, and then stared blankly at Leng Xuan who was immersed in eating...

Good guy,

What does it mean to be ruthless?

This is so cruel!

"Leng Xuan, try not to draw a gun at the dining table next time." Chen Muye reminded,

"In case something goes wrong... this table will be a pity."

Leng Xuan nodded, "Oh."

Hongying and Wu Xiangnan looked at each other and bowed their heads to eat at the same time.

After Lin Qiye ate all the food in the bowl, Leng Xuan stood up and walked to his side, and said lightly:

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Full."

"Go, practice guns."

"Good!"

Seeing the backs of the two gradually disappearing into the aisle, Wen Qimo sighed and turned to look at Si Xiaonan.

"Xiao Nan."

"What's wrong?"

"Your group pet status has been replaced."

Si Xiaonan: ￣へ￣

…

"The gun is a hot weapon, the crystallization of human wisdom."

In the shooting room, Leng Xuan stood in front of a wall with all kinds of guns hanging neatly, and said expressionlessly.

"For high-level mythical creatures, they can play a very small role, but for low-level mythical creatures, guns are often more effective than cold weapons.

Especially for newcomers, it is very necessary to learn to use guns without a strong melee level. “

Leng Xuan took a pistol from the wall behind him and placed it in front of Lin Qiye.

"I only teach you two things, one is shooting skills, and the other is the composition principle of firearms. If you don't plan to specialize in firearms in the future, this is enough for you."

Lin Qiye nodded one after another.

"Now, take this gun and shoot at the target. Let me see your talent." Leng Xuan pointed to the target not far away.

Lin Qiye nodded, picked up the pistol, and stood in front of the shooting platform.

Take a deep breath,

Learn the movements you see on TV,

Raise the gun,

Aim,

Shoot!

Boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the two faces suddenly darkened.

I missed the target...

Leng Xuan walked up to the target and repeatedly confirmed that there were no bullet holes. His expression seemed a bit ugly, "Can the 30-meter target miss the target? This..."

Lin Qiye put down his gun and coughed twice, "That...how is my talent?"

Leng Xuan glanced at him and closed his eyes in despair.

"You? You have a talent for yarn."

Lin Qiye: ...

…

Returning to Hongying's mansion, Lin Qiye fell weakly on the sofa, rubbing the corners of his tired eyes.

After this day's training, it can be said that I was tortured both physically and mentally. First I was slashed by the captain, and then I was beaten into a sieve by rubber bullets.

Although the firearms class at night was not tiring, he pressed his self-esteem to the ground again and again and rubbed it...

He really has no talent for guns.

After this night's training, when he walked out of the training room, Lin Qiye clearly felt that Leng Xuan was more tired than him. The most important thing was that the light in his eyes... was gone.

In the end, Leng Xuan also comforted him, saying that this is not too outrageous for a novice, and let him work hard in the future.

But as he spoke, he turned into Lin Qiye and comforted him.

"Don't worry, I think my lack of talent is temporary, just practice more."

"You have to have confidence in me and in yourself. Your marksmanship is so good, it makes no sense to teach me, right?"

"Time, the most important thing is time... be patient..."

"Be optimistic, at least within 20 meters, I can still hit the target, and I can still be saved!"

“…”

Just when Lin Qiye was feeling sad, a figure quietly walked in front of him.

"Brother Qiye, are you tired?" Hongying was wearing plush pajamas, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and handed it to Lin Qiye with a smile.

Lin Qiye forced a smile and took the tea, "Thank you."

"Actually, it's okay, although tired, but very fulfilling." Lin Qiye took a sip of tea and looked around, "Where's Xiao Nan?"

"She seems to be a little angry that you took her spot as a group pet~IndoMTL.com~ went back to the house and stayed there."

"No wonder, when she just gave me treatment, she always pinched my flesh. I thought it was a normal procedure." Lin Qiye touched the blue and purple patches on his arm and suddenly realized.

Hongying burst out laughing.

"Actually, the captain is so strict with everyone. When I first came here, even if I was a girl, he didn't hold back at all and made me cry." Hongying looked up at the window, As if recalling something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A bit ruthless."

"Not ruthless, not ruthless at all." Hongying shook her head, "The decrease in the frequency of deaths of night watchmen in Cangnan City is basically due to the captain's credit. One is because of his own strength, and the other is... he Responsible enough to other team members.

The harder he hits you, the more you can remember the pain and grow faster.

He would rather his team hate him than let them die on the battlefield because of lack of strength... You understand? “

Lin Qiye was silent for a long time. He seemed to recall Chen Muye's sharp eyes in the morning and nodded slowly.

"I know."

The corners of Hongying's mouth rose slightly, and she touched Lin Qiye's hair like a big sister, and said softly: "Okay, go to rest early if you're tired, good night."

"Good night."

Lin Qiye said goodbye to Hongying and returned to his room, dragging his tired body on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling in a daze.

After a while, he slowly got up from the bed...

Draw out the straight knife from its sheath,

Holding the knife in one hand and the sheath in the other,

Closed his eyes and recalled every knife technique Chen Muye used today,

In the dim moonlight,

Strike after strike!