Receiving Meng Peisheng’s signal, Fang Yanbai had no choice but to say to Sang Miao, “I’ll head over there for a bit.
Sang Miao nodded.
“No problem, I’ll try it on my own first.
Fang Yanbai was the kind of person who could liven up any place he went.
He warmly exchanged a few pleasantries with Xu Qingyun and the others.
After some casual conversation, Meng Peisheng’s lips curved slightly, revealing a polite and distant smile.
“President Xu, you all go ahead and enjoy.
I’ll excuse myself.
“Alright, Mr. Meng, please feel free.
Seeing that Meng Peisheng handled matters so flawlessly, Xu Chengnan found no opening to probe further and refrained from insisting.
Fang Yanbai led them to another section.
Xu Qingyun glanced back momentarily, only to see Meng Peisheng unloading bullets from his handgun.
Instead of staying at his previous shooting position, he was now heading in another direction.
Meng Xici had been watching from the beginning.
Now, seeing his father move, his gaze subconsciously followed him, noticing that he was walking toward Sang Miao.
Meng Peisheng glanced at him and said calmly, “Focus on your practice.
Meng Xici: “…Oh.
…
For Sang Miao, it wasn’t a problem that Fang Yanbai had left.
But could someone tell her why he was coming over?
Did he take away her instructor only to personally coach her instead?
She wanted to say that really wasn’t necessary.
He didn’t have to be so polite!
Unfortunately, Meng Peisheng couldn’t hear her thoughts.
He glanced at the gun in her hand.
“Did he go over the key points with you?”
Sang Miao responded, “Yes, he did.
Meng Peisheng leaned casually against the side, his tone indifferent.
“Mm, then fire a shot and try it out.
Since he was here, Sang Miao had no choice but to pretend he didn’t exist.
She loaded the gun, holding it with both hands, adjusting her stance and balance, clearing her mind.
The target was far away.
She regulated her breathing, aimed carefully, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
She hit an eight-ring score.
Meng Peisheng lifted his gaze slightly, his expression subtly sharpening.
He could tell that her first shot was a test round, so he didn’t comment immediately.
Instead, his eyes rested on her, observing without pressure.
Though she appeared slender, the recoil didn’t affect her in the slightest.
Her balance was exceptionally steady, carrying an unexpected sense of power.
Shooting a handgun was far more difficult than most people imagined it wasn’t just about aiming.
Even hitting the target at all was challenging.
In the military, the standard distance was twenty-five meters.
Here, it was twenty meters.
And they hadn’t adjusted the difficulty just because she was a beginner.
At this range, even for a non-beginner, not missing the target was already impressive.
After making minor adjustments, Sang Miao fired her next few shots with perfect precision, hitting the bullseye each time.
She wasn’t entirely sure about the local standards for handgun accuracy, but considering both Meng Xici and his father were skilled at this, she figured being decently accurate wouldn’t make her abilities seem too unusual.
After finishing a full magazine, she was about to reload when Meng Peisheng suddenly asked, “Do you want to try moving targets?”
Sang Miao blinked in surprise.
The next second, she broke into a genuine smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Sure!”
The two of them changed positions, moving to where Meng Peisheng had previously been practicing.
Meng Xici had been so focused on his own training that he hadn’t paid attention to what was happening on her side.
Now, in just a short while, how had they ended up switching places?
Moving targets?
Even he hadn’t tried that yet…
The difficulty of moving targets was on a completely different level from stationary ones.
At first, Sang Miao wasn’t used to it and missed a few shots.
This time, instead of merely observing, Meng Peisheng stood behind her, occasionally offering technical advice in a low voice.
She picked up the skill quickly, making rapid progress within half an hour.
The constant sound of gunfire stirred up a rush of adrenaline.
It had been a long time since Sang Miao felt so exhilarated.
She reloaded multiple times, not stopping for even a moment.
Even Meng Xici, who had initially tried to stay focused on his own training, found himself distracted, glancing over to check her results.
Let alone the fact that his father was personally instructing her.
Eventually, after shooting to her heart’s content, Sang Miao set the gun down and took a breath.
Meng Peisheng was still leaning lazily against a stone pillar nearby, having never left.
After a moment, he remarked, “Your skills aren’t bad.”
Having thoroughly enjoyed herself, Sang Miao couldn’t help but reply with a hint of pride.
“Oh, that’s because you’re such a good teacher.
I suppose this is a case of a great master producing an outstanding student?”
The so-called outstanding student at the adjacent shooting lane: “…?”
Are you sure that’s the reason?
Despite his usually composed nature, Meng Xici couldn’t help but feel speechless at her blatant nonsense.
His disbelief was written all over his face.
Unexpectedly, a quiet chuckle escaped from Meng Peisheng an unusual display of emotion.
Sang Miao: “?”
What was he laughing at?
Did she say something wrong?
For the first time, Meng Xici felt truly discouraged.
It was one thing to be outmatched by his father.
But seeing this woman, who spent her days playing with cats, sleeping until noon, and seemingly never exercising, suddenly reveal herself as a hidden expert?
Maybe he just wasn’t strong enough.
He hadn’t improved much recently, which was probably why his father didn’t even bother coaching him anymore.
Noticing his lack of focus and eagerness, Meng Peisheng said mildly, “You want to try too?”
Meng Xici swore he could hear the distinct difference in tone.
From a young age, he had grown up in Hong Kong with his grandparents.
He had heard that his father had also lived there until adulthood.
At the Meng family estate in Hong Kong, there was a room that had once belonged to his father.
It was filled with traces of his past life.
The room had never been off-limits to him.
So whenever his father wasn’t around, curiosity and a silent longing would lead him there.
His grandmother often recounted stories of his father always with a mix of pride and exasperation.
At twenty, his father had already graduated from a top international university, always ranking first in academics.
Before that, he had been a champion in various sports competitions.
He excelled at extreme sports.
Even in artistic pursuits like piano, his name appeared in competition results.
Whatever he did, he did it perfectly the ideal template for an heir to a prestigious family.
Photos and trophies still filled that room, offering glimpses of his father’s youthful arrogance and unrestrained ambition.
A stark contrast to the reserved, dignified, and poised man he was today.
Yet, his grandmother always described him as rebellious.
Apparently, back then, he had nearly gone to police academy.
It had caused a long standoff with the family.
What happened afterward was a mix of compromises and power struggles details that remained out of reach for Meng Xici.
Rebellious?
That word didn’t seem to fit his father at all.
Yet, it also felt strangely familiar.
Growing up with these stories, Meng Xici’s admiration for his father had formed naturally.
In his heart, his father must have a deep respect for strength.
Subconsciously, he had set incredibly high expectations for himself.
Just as his grandmother often showed pride in his father, he also longed for his father to be proud of him.
After all, he was his only son.
He could not afford to disappoint.
But climbing such a high mountain… was exhausting.
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