"It's OK," Lu Yeji went to the sisters and said, "I can take you to practice later."

"Thank you, Yeji."

Lu Tiantian feels very strange. It is clear that when she went to ask math problems last night, Lu Yeji was impatient to drive her away. But this morning, she took the initiative to help her with her schoolbag, and now she takes the initiative to take her to practice. What's the situation?

"Brother, you are too biased. You only take sweet to practice, aren't you? They don't take me with them Lu Tangtang pretends to be angry and jealous.

"Do you still need me to bring it?" Lu Yeji asked.

"Of course you don't need to bring the talented little gunner with you!" Lu Tangtang some schizophrenic began to boast, and then a bitter face, said, "but later encounter other projects, you can't give up on me."

Lu Yeji is greatly influenced by his sister's fine points.

When we got to the shooting ground, we all began to practice on our own targets. Lu Xi'an, on the other hand, secretly observed the situation of each student, and then proposed one-on-one improvement.

"You're not in the right position."

"Where are your gloves? Without gloves, it's nonsense! "

"You're not bad. You're much better than the last class."

When Lu Shiyi passes by Lu Tiantian, she finds that Lu Yeji is teaching her hand in hand. She suddenly feels that there is something wrong with the style of painting. Did they secretly fall in love in her class?

"Lu Yeji, what are you doing?" Asked Lu.

"Tiantian is not very good. I'm teaching her."

"I remember, I'm the teacher, right?"

"You are busy guiding other students." Lu Yeji shrugged his shoulders and said.

Lu Shiyi was choked by him, and it was hard to scold him openly. He had to lower his voice and said, "I'm a teacher. Of course, every student has to take care of me. Don't quarrel with me here. Teach sweetie well."

"Eleven, don't be angry," Lu Tiantian explained, "Yeji, he just taught very carefully."

"Lu Tiantian, don't call me eleven in class." With that, she walked away and went to see the next student practicing.

Lu Tiantian and Lu Yeji looked at each other and continued to teach.

When Lu Shiyi came to Lu Tangtang's side, with her years of shooting experience, even before the target had moved, she knew that Lu Tangtang's shooting performance must be very good.

"Take it and have a look." Lu said.

Lu Tangtang took off her shooting glasses and saw that it was Lu Xi. She remembered to call the teacher.

"Good, teacher." When Lu Tangtang pressed the button, the target in the distance moved, and the students nearby also came to see Lu Tangtang's shooting results.

"Wow - Tangtang's shooting is too strong!"

"There are several ten rings. What kind of talented Gunners are they? No wonder they can be promoted from the intermediate class. They really have two brushes!"

"In my opinion, the sharpshooter of our senior class 13 will be Lu Tangtang!"

Lu Tangtang is a little complacent. Because of her average performance in martial arts class, she is particularly concerned about other people's praise of her.

"Oh, I'm just shooting. I can barely see it. Don't exaggerate so that I won't be beaten in the face in the future!"

"Don't be so modest, Tangtang. You are really good at shooting, aren't you, teacher 11?"