Outright Favoritism Chapter 580: : Did he drink fake wine?
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It was night, Li Jun was still sitting at the wine table and the Social Security Bureau’s people pushing the cup and changing the cup, and his eyes looked at the phone from time to time, appearing absent-minded.
It's half past nine, think about it carefully, since they got married, Zong Yue seems to have never asked him when he will return home.
It may be alcohol. At this time, Li Jun had forgotten that Zong Yue, who was extremely sensible in front of him, never interfered excessively in his work and life.
Knowing that he is busy, she always sits quietly at home and waits for him to return, no matter how late.
Thinking of this, Li Jun's mood appeared a little unspeakable.
His cheeks were slightly drunk, and after another small glass of white wine, he took the phone and slowly typed a few words and sent them to Zong Yue.
Li Jun: What are you doing?
Fifteen minutes later, WeChat messages arrived late.
Yue you feel at ease: I was in the shower just now, what's wrong?
At this time, Zong Yue, who was in the Jingwan Villa, was sitting in the living room wiping his hair with a confused expression.
This is the first time that Li Jun took the initiative to send her a WeChat message. What happened to make him so abnormal.
Not only that, but the phone vibrated again, and Li Jun responded in seconds.
Zong Yue looked at the three words in disbelief with her mobile phone, and the towels fell to the ground with fright.
She didn't believe that this was what Li Jun would say. The first reaction was that he had his account number stolen, or lost his phone?
So, Zong Yue didn't reply again, and directly dialed the phone to test the truth.
And Li Jun, take it in seconds.
The earpiece was very noisy, and the loud talk was deafening.
"Hello~ Brother Jun?" Zong Yue called out cautiously.
Li Jun leaned on the back of the chair and pinched his eyebrows, his voice was low, and his words were a little unclear. He wanted to drink too much, "Well, why haven't you slept yet?"
Oh, it seems that the number has not been stolen, and the phone has not been lost.
Zong Yue said that while waiting for him, Li Jun’s complicated mood has a tendency to clear up instantly.
The two chatted briefly, and Zong Yue hung up soon because he was worried about interrupting his entertainment.
At this moment, Li Jun looked at the screen with an inexplicable urge to return home.
He put the phone in his pocket, picked up the refilled white wine on the table and drank it, then asked the assistant to help him deal with it, and left the box with excuses.
In the living room of the Jingwan Villa, Zong Yue also looked at the three words in the WeChat chat box with her mobile phone, but she couldn't recover for a long time.
She was thinking, did Li Jun drink fake wine?
Those three words are—I miss you.
……
The next day, the assessment for the second hall came as scheduled.
Li Qiao woke up after nine o'clock. Nothing happened last night. Shang Yu became a man and didn't act fiercely anymore.
Today's shooting assessment starts at 10:30 in the morning.
In the living room, only He Chen sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs upright, smoking a cigarette and waiting for her.
Seeing Li Qiao's figure, he waved the smoke in front of him, "Wake up? Your man goes out to do something temporarily and come back later."
Li Qiao said "Oh", and as soon as she sat down, Luo Yu brought breakfast over.
After dinner, less than ten o'clock, He Chen greeted Li Qiao to go to the apron.
Arrived in the dark hall, the shooting venue was ready, not indoors, but the mountaintop training field that Li Qiao had previously visited.
Stepping out of the escalator, she raised her eyes to see that all around... was overcrowded.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows lightly. Without waiting for questioning, He Chen had already explained, "Look at the excitement."
It was really her honor.
Roughly speaking, there are at least a hundred people.
He Chen puts his hands in his trouser pockets, wherever he goes, he can hear everyone's greetings: "Ge Chen, Miss Li."
Li Qiao walked slowly across the crowded road. There were ten tables in the middle, and ten white circles and red targets were 20 meters away.
At this moment, a man wearing a white shirt and black trousers came over, nodded to He Chen, and turned to look at Li Qiao, nodding, "Hello, Miss Li, I am Ertang Weilang."
The chief of the second hall, Wei Lang, is the cousin of Shang Zonghai’s confidant Wei Ang.
He looks about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with thin calluses on the palm of his hand.
The appearance is not outstanding, and the temperament is quite cold.
Now, Li Qiao has met with the two branch hall masters and has a preliminary judgment on them.
All of them are ordinary people, but talented people.
Li Qiao exchanged a few words with Wei Lang, and then he began to explain today's assessment rules.
The first shooting, ten people with ten shots, two skills assessment, moving target shooting and fixed-point shooting.
At the end of each game, the player with the highest score wins.
In other words, Li Qiao needs to eliminate all the other nine people in the two skill assessments in order to pass the first assessment.
The second assembly, ten people and ten guns, the same two skills, one-hand assembly and blind assembly.
The difficulty can be said to be very large.
Wei Lang talked about the assessment rules and regulations very carefully, which may have been a lesson learned from the past. He talked about it for ten minutes, for fear that he might have missed any important steps.
It was nearly half past ten, and Shang Yu hadn't come yet.
He Chen leaned against the training equipment, glanced around, and finally stopped on Li Qiao’s face, "confident?"
"Yes." Li Qiao replied casually.
He Chen frivolously licked the corners of his lower lip, and tapped his toes on the concrete floor lightly, "Hey, can't you be humble?"
Li Qiao glanced at him, "Is it necessary?"
"Okay, brother and sister, keep it up." He Chen didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became more and more interesting.
Li Qiao may not be clear, the assessment content of the four branches of the dark hall is also different.
In short, the more difficult you get to the back.
Because the most important forces in the dark halls are mostly distributed in the third and fourth halls.
The two contents of the second class are already very difficult, and the third class will have three items, and the fourth class will have four items.
Even he failed the last four assessments. The difficulty is comparable to that of perverted things.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the direction of the escalator.
Li Qiao and He Chen looked back at the same time, and saw Shang Yu slowly walking up with the four assistants.
The moment the man appeared, the training ground was silent.
Everyone respectfully called "Hall Master".
He came to Li Qiao's face, with his thin lips slightly sideways, "Something happened temporarily, I'm late."
Li Qiao looked at the four assistants behind him, tugging at the corners of her mouth and smiling back, "It's not too late."
Wei Lang took a step forward at the right time, "Hall Master, everything is ready, you can start the assessment at any time."
"Yeah." Shang Yu commanded in a deep voice, and then touched Li Qiao's cheek, "Go."
Li Qiao turned her lips around and quickly stood at the target table.
There is a Beretta 92F on the table. Without the blessing of any scope, it needs to hit a moving target 20 meters away.
Li Qiao picked it up and put a pad in her hand. The weight is still different from that of the Desert Eagle.
As the other nine members took their place, there was a whisper among the crowd: "Hall Master Wei is a famous 10-gun and 100-ring contestant, can Miss Li do it?"
"That's not good, look at the posture of Miss Li holding the gun, she looks very skilled."
Hearing these words, Li Qiao glanced at her eyebrows, only to find that Wei Lang was on the court in person, standing next to her.