882: C882 The next Time They Met Was Ten Years Later

C882 The next Time They Met Was Ten Years Later

On the training ground, Fu Yucheng looked at his watch and then looked at the two children walking over. He nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, today is the shortest time."

After saying that, he took the two people's displacement devices.

When he saw the launch record on Xiyan Cheng's screen, his eyes focused. "Did you meet a snake?"

"Yes." Xiyan Cheng nodded and said, "We drove it away."

"Okay." Fu Yucheng said, "Keep your promise. I will take you to the target tomorrow."

Gong Moyi's eyes lit up. "Instructor, can I do it too?"

"Yes." Fu Yucheng's face was expressionless. "This is your reward."

He did not tell Gong Moyi that this was a chance that Xiyan Cheng exchanged 100 push-ups every night for them.

The next day, the two of them arrived at the shooting range.

Fu Yucheng was also training with the other team members.

The requirement for a fighter pilot was very high. They had to be proficient in all aspects, so everyone had a fixed training time every day.

Just as everyone finished their training, they saw the two children coming over, so they whistled and greeted the two of them.

There were no women in the base, nor were there any little girls, so everyone liked Gong Moyi very much.

Seeing her come over, a young man stretched out his hand towards her. "Moyi, Uncle Lai will carry you to the target!"

Gong Moyi blinked. "Uncle, I am now a member of Instructor Fu's team."

The young man was a little embarrassed when he heard that.

Although this instructor was young and had just graduated from a military school, he had been born in the army since he was young. Plus, his father had already been promoted to a lieutenant general. No one dared to provoke him.

Everyone smiled and greeted Gong Moyi before running away.

On the shooting range, Fu Yucheng first taught the two children how to hold a gun.

Obviously, Xiyan Cheng had played before. His movements were standard, his wrist was strong, and he stood straight.

After Fu Yucheng taught him the key points, he asked him to give it a try.

The young man did not hesitate at all, and his eyes were sharp.

With a gunshot, a hole appeared on the target 20 meters away. It showed nine rings.

"Not bad." Fu Yucheng said lightly, and then began to teach Gong Moyi.

The real spear was a little heavy. Gong Moyi felt the obvious weight as soon as she lifted her arm.

It was so easy for her to pull the trigger, but the moment she pulled the trigger, her wrist felt weak and the muzzle unconsciously lowered. The sound of a gunshot rang out and it directly missed the target.

Gong Moyi pouted in annoyance. Her strength was still too weak.

Beside her, Xiyan Cheng practiced more and more smoothly. At the age of eleven, young people always had an inexhaustible amount of energy. At the end, almost all of them had ten points.

Therefore, he took the initiative to ask for the target to be a little further back.

Gong Moyi rubbed her sore hands. Suddenly, she thought of something and her eyes lit up.

She pressed on the acupuncture points on her arm to let her arm relax completely. When she lifted it up again, she finally found the feeling.

After the sound of a gunshot, eight rings appeared in front of her.

Gong Moyi was excited and wanted to say something to the instructor.

At this time, a big hand picked up the gun beside her.

Then, there were several consecutive gunshots, all with ten rings.

Gong Moyi turned her head and looked at Gong Lingye. Her eyes were filled with stars. "Father!"

Gong Lingye put the gun back into her hand and half-squatted down to hold Gong Moyi's hand.

Gong Moyi felt the trigger being pulled, and then a gunshot rang out. Ten points.

She was happy, but Gong Lingye rubbed her hair and said in a pampering tone, "Learn well and listen to Instructor Fu."

"Yes!" Gong Moyi nodded and said, "Dad, I will definitely get ten points by myself!"

However, in the end, she was only a seven-year-old child. After Gong Moyi hit him a few times, she lost her strength and could not raise her wrist at all.

Beside her, Xiyan Cheng had already finished practicing the target from fifty meters away. Although he had also missed the target, he had also hit a few ten points.

Seeing that Gong Moyi no longer had any strength, he walked behind her, grabbed her hand, and lifted her arm.

Gong Moyi turned her head and looked up at the young man's determined face. She said, "Mr Cheng, why don't I take aim, and you help me pull the trigger?"

"Okay." Xiyan Cheng responded and felt Gong Moyi's direction. The two of them worked together.

Seven Rings.

Five rings.

Nine rings.

Gong Moyi gradually found the feeling, until she finally saw the bullet pass through the bull's eye and steady ten rings!

She turned her head happily and met Xiyan Cheng's smiling eyes.

"Does this count?" She asked and looked at Fu Yucheng again.

"I guess." Fu Yucheng said, "From today onwards, I will do push-ups with Xiyan Cheng every day."

"Huh?" Gong Moyi widened her eyes. "Mr Cheng did it too?"

"Today's target training was exchanged by him using 100 push-ups a day and seven consecutive days." Fu Yucheng was simply a devil instructor. "You are too weak. In the future, you can do 50 push-ups a day. You can do it a few times."

Gong Moyi was speechless.

When she left the shooting range, she asked the young man beside her, "Mr Cheng, when you came back with a load every day, did you still do push-ups?"

"Yes." Xiyan Cheng held her hand. "It's fine. I should have trained more."

"Oh." Gong Moyi looked at her small arms and hands and started to worry about how to do the push-ups.

However, she did not know if it was because she had been doing well recently. When Gong Moyi did push-ups in the evening, she realized that she could actually do it.

Although she could only do one or two push-ups every time, she really managed to complete 50 push-ups at night.

As a result, when she was video recording with Soong Yiren, she even performed a performance for her mother and brothers.0

The video had its own beauty. Soong Yiren looked at her daughter in the video and was very satisfied.

Last summer vacation, Gong Lingye brought his son and daughter all over the world. When he came back, the three children who were wearing makeup turned into little black babies.

And these days, it seemed like his daughter had been carefully fed.

On the day of the test for the new fighter aircraft at the base, Gong Moyi and Xiyan Cheng came out early to watch.

Following the roar of the engine, fighter aircraft flew one after another towards the blue sky.

Diving, circling, and rolling beautifully from many angles, drawing beautiful arcs in the blue sky.

This was a hot-blooded live performance. Gong Moyi saw it and was sweating all over. She pointed to one of the planes and said to Xiyan Cheng, "Mr Cheng, I also want to fly when I grow up. When the time comes, I will bring you flying!"

Xiyan Cheng lowered his head and looked at the girl's serious face and the light in her eyes. He nodded. "Okay, I will wait for you."

Gong Moyi continued to look at the sky seriously until the test ended.

After the data feedback ended, Gong Lingye and Xi Yanye should also take their children back to the country.

On the same day, the two children sat together and muttered to each other throughout the whole process.

When they reached Imperial City and walked out of the private airport, Gong Moyi said to Xiyan Cheng, "Mr Cheng, when you have time, go to our elementary school to play!"

Xiyan Cheng went to another primary school. He was now in the sixth grade and would soon be promoted to the middle school.

"Alright." Xiyan Cheng nodded. "I'll go to your school to look for you after school starts."

Gong Moyi nodded. She had already calculated that she would tell her little friend that she had a brother who could fly a plane.

The two children were looking forward to the agreement, but they did not know that they would meet again ten years later.

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