Chapter 1146
Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!
âSo what if I am? Did I steal your wife?â
âYouâ¦â
The old manâs eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was so angry that he almost swung his rod at Qi Mohan.
Enemies were bound to meet!
That old fartâs grandson had actually grown up!
Qi Mohan didnât want to continue chatting with the old man. He walked to Shen Fanxing and said angrily, âYouâre not playing anymore?â
Shen Fanxing shook her head and said, âNo, itâs not good for women to play with guns.â
Qi Mohanâs lips twitched violently.
This damned woman!
Why was she pretending to be a goddess now?!
âWho said that itâs not good for women to play with guns?â Old Master Shen was pervasive. He looked at Shen Fanxing and said coldly, âA woman should at least know how to protect herself! If she really has no choice, she can only drag a man down and implicate him. Do you understand?â
Shen Fanxing pursed her lips and said, âGot it.â
âLetâs go up and try!â
âGrandpa,â greeted Bo Jinchuan coldly.
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âWhy? If I let her try, will I kill her?â
âBrother Bo, Grandpa is right. She hasnât tried it before. Since she has this opportunity, she should practice it. Donât let her tremble when she holds a gun when something unexpected happens⦠Letâs not talk about who sheâs dragging down, she canât even protect herselfâ¦â
Yuan Sichun walked out and smiled at Bo Jinchuan.
âSichun is right! This is for her own good!â Old Master agreed. âSichun, go up too. Let Grandpa see if your marksmanship has deteriorated!â
Yuan Sichun blushed and said, âIâve been good at shooting since I was young. Donât laugh at me if I canât shoot well.â
âNo! Iâm still better than other women!â
Her words were obviously directed at Shen Fanxing.
Bo Jinchuanâs face was as cold as ice. Shen Fanxing held his hand tightly and smiled nonchalantly.
Seeing her like this, Bo Jinchuanâs anger subsided.
He even believed in horse-racing and agreed to it. Compared to horse-racing, shooting was much safer.
She shouldnât be stupid enough to shoot herself!
Qi Mohan, on the other hand, was unhappy. âHey, old man, is there anyone who looks down on others like you? That woman has finally restrained herself. Canât you let her continue?â
The corners of Shen Fanxingâs lips twitched. She really wanted to punch Qi Mohan!
âWhat do you mean by looking down on me? Letâs touch the gun first!â The old man looked disdainful. He waved his hand and beckoned Yuan Sichun and Shen Fanxing to stand at the target.
Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing and smirked disdainfully. She picked up her pistol and fired three shots at the new target.
First shot, 8.3 points.
The second and third shots seemed to have gotten the hang of it. They were 8.6 points and 9.1 points respectively.
Seeing that she had hit the ninth ring, Yuan Sichunâs eyes finally lit up. She placed the pistol on the table and turned to look at Shen Fanxing smugly. Then, she looked at Old Master Shen and said shyly,
âI havenât played this for a long time. Iâm already rusty.â
The old man nodded repeatedly. âItâs not bad that you can still reach the Ninth Ring.â
Qi Mohan, who was at the side, snorted coldly. âItâs fine if you hold a gun with both hands, but you even said that you have nine rings. Thatâs not bad? Your expectations are really low! Big Star, shoot casually⦠Why are you holding a gun with both handsâ¦â
Bang! Bang! Bang! Before Qi Mohan could finish his sentence, Shen Fanxing imitated Yuan Sichunâs performance.
Not long after, the broadcast announced the results.
First shot, 8.8 points.
Second shot, 7.7 points.
The third shot, 6.6 points.
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Everyone was speechless.
Other people were getting better at fighting, but she was getting worse.
Yuan Sichun broke out in cold sweat when she heard Shen Fanxingâs results.
However, she heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the score of the last two shots.
6.6 points, haâ¦
âFunny.â
âF*ck, Big Star, what are you doing?â You have to suppress that woman. Why are you doing this?
Bo Jinhang stood in front of Bo Jinchuan. When he saw Shen Fanxingâs results, he couldnât help but curse softly.
Bo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes as his gaze landed on Shen Fanxing. His lips curled into a faint smile.
Bo Sichen looked at Shen Fanxing with interest.
When Bo Yuelin looked at Shen Fanxing, the smile on his face faded.
Grandpa Shen glanced at Shen Fanxing and pursed his lips.
âNot bad. At least I hit the target!â
Shen Fanxing smiled and walked down from her seat.
Old Master Shen pursed his lips and couldnât help but glance at Shen Fanxing. He couldnât hide his suspicion.
Shen Fanxing stood quietly at the side, frowning and shaking her hand.
âWhatâs wrong?â asked Bo Jinchuan softly.
âMy hands are numb!â
Upon hearing Shen Fanxingâs reply, the old man snorted.
He knew it had to be a coincidence.
No wonder it got worse and worse. It was because of the recoil of the pistol.
To think that he had thought that she was hiding something!
Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing in disdain. What right did she have to stay by Brother Boâs side?
But what was Brother Bo thinking? Why was he doting on such a woman?
The intimacy between the two of them made her jealous. She had just won the competition, so she couldnât wait to win this time!
âSister-in-law, shouldnât we go racing?â
Shen Fanxing glanced at her with a cold and mocking smile.
âSai.â
âWhat horse racing?â Old Master frowned and asked suddenly.
Bo Jinghang sneered when he saw how persistent Yuan Sichun was.
âYuan Sichun, youâve been riding and shooting sports cars since you were young. Now, youâre being relentless with someone who doesnât know anything. Do you think itâs glorious to win?â
Bo Jinghangâs words made Yuan Sichunâs expression change slightly. After a while, she said,
âBo Jinghang, there should be a limit to your favoritism. I wasnât the one who said that I wanted to compete in the beginning, and I didnât force her to compete with me. I didnât say those unreasonable wordsâ¦â
Yuan Sichunâs words werenât pleasant to the ears. It wasnât like what she usually said. She seemed to have been forced into a corner.
The old manâs face darkened and his voice darkened. âWhat happened?â
Bo Jinghang sneered. âItâs a horse race. We only want results. No matter what the process is!â
The old man narrowed his eyes at Shen Fanxing and said coldly,
âDid you suggest it?â
Shen Fanxing nodded calmly.
âItâs me.â
The old master fell silent and glared at Shen Fanxing.
âItâs enough to do the same thing. Donât repeat the same trick.â
Shen Fanxing smiled. She knew that the Old Master was referring to the slap she received from Aisha in Hong Kong.
âThe results are very important.â
But⦠the process was more important.