Outright Favoritism

Chapter 1205 Is he holding a big move?

In the camp, even the average sniper can reach this level of muscle memory created by training all the year round.

In comparison, everyone is more curious about whether reporters can hit the target.

At this moment, Shi Luo raised his arm unhurriedly, and took a long time to look at it before pulling the trigger.

The gunshot sounded, and the bullet shot into the bullseye.

The large shooting range was silent, everyone looked at the scoring device, and the result came out three seconds later, the lowest score, the fifth ring.

If her bullet is a little bit too low, she will definitely miss the target without success.

Silo nodded in relief, “Not bad.”

Some of the brothers in the cooking class applauded first, “Sister Luo is great, much better than me. I hit the stakes the first time I hit the target, and I didn’t have any five rings.”

Shi Luo smiled and accepted the other party’s rainbow fart.

Zong Zhan’s ears moved twice, and his thin lips seemed to sink a little bit displeased.

He found that Silo’s attitude and tone of speaking to others were quite gentle.

But as long as you are alone with him, the intensity of your speech is like a machine gun.

Zong Zhan listened to the joking sounds of Silo, Black Dog and others, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

So, the man did not delay any more, and directly raised his hand and fired two shots.

The results are not bad, very close to the ten-ring red heart.

Zong Zhan took off his blindfold and threw it on the table, then removed the magazine, turned his eyes and said coldly, “You have so much nonsense on the battlefield?”

He is angry, and his tone of speech is even more unlikely to be friendly.

Zongzhan regrets inexplicably, he shouldn’t bring Xi Luo to the camp.

Safety belongs to safety, but she is too recruiting.

And with her cunning character, it is easy to mingle with everyone among men.

Xi Luo has become accustomed to Zong Zhan’s cynicism. She curled her mouth and fired two shots at the bullseye, seemingly casually. “You don’t like to listen to nonsense, you can close your ears.”

Zong Zhan is willing to go downhill on the technique of 怼人.

Not long after Shi Luo’s results came out, and the crowd watching the excitement also scrambled to look around.

On the scoring device, the scores of the two ten-rings are particularly conspicuous.

Someone rubbed their eyes and suspected that they were seeing double images.

The first shot only had five rings. Why did the last two shots go directly to ten rings?

People are making leapfrog progress. Reporter Xi can be called taking off progress, right?

Everyone looked at Shi Luo to pay attention to salute, shocked, at a loss, in a daze…and so on.

Siluo also removed the magazine, ignoring the surrounding eyes, raised eyebrows and Zong Zhan looked at each other, “Two days off, right?”

“Of course.” Zong Zhan replied simply, but Xi Luo was a little surprised.

She hesitated for a few seconds, and said tentatively: “Starting today?”

Zong Zhan: “Yes.”

Silo: “???”

Is he holding a big move? !

……

After lunch, Silo returned to the dormitory and stood in front of the window thinking hard.

In the end, she still didn’t want to understand Zong Zhan’s true intentions. She suppressed the doubts in her heart, changed her regular clothes and packed two clothes casually, and then went out with a small leather bag.

Outside the building, an ordinary Santana came into view.

In the window of the cab, there is a smiling Xiong Ze, “Sister Luo, get in the car.”

Xiluo looked left and right, but Zong Zhan was not seen in her sight, she couldn’t help but opened the door of the back seat briskly, “Little Bear, take me to the plane…”

Zong Zhan in the back seat of the carriage, wearing a white shirt and trousers, is closing his eyes and resting.

Shi Luo: “…”

She knew it.

It just so happened that the man in the back seat said: “Either get in the car or go back, you choose.”

Shi Luo expressionlessly, “I choose C.”

Zong Zhan slowly folded his legs, his lips deepened with a smile, “Holiday canceled?”

Siloyang threw the leather bag in, threw the car door and walked around to the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the camp, but the direction was not the airport, but the old house of the Zong family.

On the way, Shi Luo’s phone kept vibrating, but she didn’t answer it, just hurriedly returned a few messages, leaning on the back of her chair to fall asleep.

Returning to the old house of the Zong family, Zong Zhan directly dragged the person out of the car regardless of Shi Luo’s push, “If you don’t want to take a vacation, you will continue to make trouble.”

Xi Luo closed her eyes and sighed long, “I have something to do, do you have a lot?”

“It’s a big deal.” Zong Zhan squeezed her wrist tightly, “You give me peace of mind during the extraordinary period.”

Xi Luo automatically ignored his sentence during the extraordinary period. The two quickly came to the east side of the courtyard. They looked up and saw Zong Hesong carrying a birdcage in his hand, looking at them kindly, “Xiao Xi is here. La.”

“Bo Zong.”

Xi Luo smiled and said hello, Xu Shi was thinking about things in her heart, and her expression was inevitably a little unnatural.

Zong Hesong’s smiling gaze passed Zong Zhan’s hand, and he nodded with relief: “It’s rare to see that you can live together peacefully. Come in, and your hands will be there in a while.”

What manpower?

Xi Luo had a vague premonition. Just sitting in the hall and drinking half a cup of tea, butler Chen came to report, “Master, I’m getting old.”

“Invite him in and send someone to deliver the mahjong.”

Sure enough…the so-called lack of manpower is the lack of one in three mahjong games.

Xi Luo faintly looked at Zong Zhan, not smiling.

The latter took a sip of tea leisurely, and turned his head to the side of her ear and said, “I’m still arranging it in my heart or do you want to count me?”

“I want to collapse you.”

The words fell, and Zong Hesong, who was sitting next to them secretly looking at them, suddenly stood up, “Old man, look at the threshold.”

Zong Zhan and Siluo looked sideways at the same time, and saw an old man with a cane walking slowly outside the door of the wing.

looks over seventy years old, but his eyes are full of majesty without anger.

After Zong Hesong’s reminder, the old man knocked on the threshold above the ground with a cane, “Old Zong, can’t you take this thing apart?”

“I can’t say it a few times. The ancestors stayed.” Zong Hesong came forward to greet him with a smile, “Stop talking nonsense, three missing one, just waiting for you.”

This is the first time Silo has seen another old chief who is full of Emperor Jing.

This person Duanmu’e.

Zong Zhan came up to the ground to say hello very familiarly, and helped the old man into the seat.

Si Luo didn’t figure out the situation at all, and she didn’t want to do it. Taking advantage of the greetings from the master, she hid behind Da Ye Luluo and called Bai Yan back, “Things have changed. I can’t go back today.”

Bai Yan was preparing to cook fried rice at this moment. Hearing Xi Luo’s reply, his brows were slightly frowned, “Is there a problem?”

“That’s it.” Silo took the time to glance at the mahjong table, and said hurriedly: “Before twelve o’clock tonight, I will find a way to go back. You send someone to meet me in Feicheng.”

Bai Yan tossed the spatula aside, a dark light burst into his eyes, “Well, if you have trouble, just say it, the mascot has been very idle lately.”

Siluo smiled and said that she knew it, and she stretched her eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief when she cut off the phone.

It’s been a long time since Bai Yan was called the mascot of Li Qiao.

But this time she encountered troubles, from the beginning, she did not intend to involve Li Qiao.

(End of this chapter)