Ten-Year Loyal Dog’s Road to Chasing Her Wife (GL) - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

The two Qiao sisters were exceptionally harmonious, while not far away, the Tango duo of Yuan Tianci and Xia Hanyin was a completely different story. Although Xia Hanyin only knew the hula, for the sake of dramatic effect, the class had still arranged for her and Yuan Tianci to dance the Tango together.

Since most people’s programs were mainly fashion shows rather than dances, the dancing was, frankly, just a form of expression. When the time came, Yuan Tianci would only need to lead Xia Hanyin through a few steps.

At first, Yuan Tianci thought that since he was a boy and had quite a bit of strength, leading her shouldn’t be a problem, right? So he agreed.

But as soon as rehearsal started, he realized he was quite off the mark. Leading an elegant and slender lady through a complete Tango was indeed not a difficult task; the problem was that Xia Hanyin had absolutely nothing to do with those two beautiful words; she was very heavy and clumsy. Dancing with her, Yuan Tianci would occasionally daze out and feel like he was dancing with a pig.

After Xia Hanyin stepped on Yuan Tianci’s foot yet again, Yuan Tianci hissed, sucked in a breath of cold air, and jumped away, frowning as he said: “To put it bluntly, you have a grudge against my feet, don’t you? Don’t you know exactly how much you weigh?”

Xia Hanyin also knew she had done wrong and hung her head in guilt: “…Sorry, I’ll pay attention next time.”

Yuan Tianci pursed his thin lips, his mouth curling into a mocking arc: “You actually want there to be a next time?”

It was actually quite funny; even Yuan Tianci himself didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last been angry, yet here he was, suffering a major setback at the hands of Xia Hanyin. How long had he been practicing with her? Has it even been an hour?

He didn’t know what his point of anger truly was, whether it was because Xia Hanyin was too heavy and he spent too much strength spinning her around, or simply because she wasn’t good-looking.

If it were Qiao Wan, would he still be angry right now?

The theme drawn by the two Qiao sisters was “Swan Lake,” but among the two of them, only Qiao Wan had ever learned a little bit of ballet, so the lead dancer was the White Swan, Qiao Wan. Qiao Mei played an auxiliary role, serving mostly as a background element. But this did not affect her elegance.

Qiao Mei was tall with long legs; the black swan dress worn on her body cinched a waist so slender it could be held in one hand, and beneath the hem were long, straight legs. It truly fit the internet saying everything below the chest is legs.

Neither she nor Qiao Wan had a bit of excess fat; they were slender, and every gesture was filled with the scent of elegance. If only she didn’t have such a terrifying face.

They danced on the grass like two black and white swans frolicking on lake water; the black swan was elegant and steady, while the white one was relatively lively and coquettish, spinning and leaping beside the black swan and softly plunging into the black swan’s embrace when tired.

As if sensing his gaze, Qiao Mei smiled at him from afar, then helped Qiao Wan up and whispered something to her it was likely a suggestion to rest or something because after Qiao Mei said those words, she went over to the place where the water cups were kept and brought back their two bottles.

Because of the mask’s obstruction, Yuan Tianci couldn’t see Qiao Mei’s face clearly.

The two sisters of the Qiao family were truly beautiful to a whole new level. He really wondered if the surname “Qiao” was a favorite of God’s.

On the other hand, seeing that Yuan Tianci hadn’t spoken for a long time, Xia Hanyin thought he was already angry, so she tugged at the corner of his shirt and said: “Come, sit down and let’s talk.” Yuan Tianci was completely off guard; with this tug, he fell straight backward.

And landed right on top of Xia Hanyin.

Xia Hanyin: “…”

Yuan Tianci: “…”

Now it could be said they were even very fair. Xia Hanyin thought so too: “I stepped on you so many times, and now you’ve crushed me once; we don’t owe each other anything.”

When she spoke, her voice was particularly loud and clear.

Yuan Tianci scrambled up and brushed the bits of grass off himself, saying with a cold sneer: “I didn’t particularly want to crush you. I don’t know which girl was so proactive as to throw herself into my arms.”

But since he had used her as a buffer, Yuan Tianci felt that staying angry like this wasn’t the right way to go, so he could only get back up and continue working on the coordination with Xia Hanyin.

No one else saw it, so the matter was brushed aside. However, at night when Yuan Tianci lay on the cold, hard bedboards, he actually missed the body that felt exceptionally soft due to having too much fat.

As he lay there, he soon fell asleep. In his dream, Qiao Wan in her white swan dress leaned into Qiao Mei’s embrace. The light-colored eyes of the two sisters reflected the starlight, looking like the brightest and most beautiful gems in the world.

When he got up the next day, Yuan Tianci almost thought his brain had short-circuited. Why on earth did he dream about the two Qiao sisters dancing together? Had he been single for so long that he’d given up on treatment and let the “Yuri soul” burn fiercely?

Yuan Tianci: “…” Why didn’t he know he had such a hidden side?

The activity for the next morning was shooting at least that’s what the students called it. This was a saying passed down from generation to generation. All military training bases were like this: there was a shooting range, and target practice was the time when students were most excited.

Chattering as they walked to the range, they found the site was even larger than they had imagined. On rows of window-like places, long rifles were mounted, and in the distance far enough to be unfriendly to those with nearsightedness were the targets.

“Fixed targets?” The boys were eager to try; most boys felt a mysterious excitement when they saw weapons.

“Fixed targets,” Instructor Wan Dou said. “The guns up there are also fake air guns. Our base is too close to the railway. A long time ago, they were real guns, but then there was an accident, so they were all replaced with air guns. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it would have been better if they hadn’t been changed.”

The boys nodded in agreement: “Yeah, it would have been better if they hadn’t been changed.” The feel of a real gun is naturally different from an air gun.

“What are you guys getting excited for? The source of our joy is that real guns have a lot of recoil. Often, after a student finished firing a shot, they’d come down saying their shoulder socket was practically fractured and that crying for their parents was quite fun to watch.” The instructors stood to the side, speaking with high spirits. “I’ll perform it for you…”

Students: “…” No, no, there’s no need for a demonstration, thank you!

But regardless, being able to touch a gun made the students excited, especially since these, while carrying the name of air guns, actually used the shells of real guns, giving them a very heavy feel.

Seeing as more and more people were arriving behind them, Wan Dou didn’t waste any more words. He directly organized the squad, picked up a gun from the windowsill, and began to demonstrate how to play. The students were naturally beyond excited, surrounding the instructor with unprecedented enthusiasm until it was almost impassable.

“See that? The stock isn’t carried on the shoulder of what TV dramas? TV dramas are lies. When the time comes, the recoil of a shot can make your gun fly out. Think about it: what would happen to you on a battlefield?” The instructor taught and demonstrated simultaneously, then pulled the trigger at the distant target. Soon, the display screen above his head lit up: “6 points.”

Students: “Oh.”

Instructor: “…What do you mean ‘Oh’? At least I didn’t miss the target.”

Instructor Lotus: “You silly melon skin.” Saying so, he also took a gun from another window, aimed slightly, and pulled the trigger. The display screen soon showed the result: “9 points.”

Instructor Wan Dou: “In the units, you were a sniper. Now you come here to bully people who usually don’t even touch guns. Don’t you feel your face turning red?”

“I’m actually not ashamed at all.” Instructor Lotus put down the air gun and began organizing the students to line up and try. These people were the future of the motherland, future top students; if they went out and people found out they didn’t even know how to use a gun, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

His Great China might ban guns, but that doesn’t mean the people shouldn’t know how to use them.

Even though it was an air gun, it was enough for these kids to understand the general process of firing. After all, they were modified from real guns, so the basic steps were similar.

Air guns aren’t that terrifying, and plus these kids were truly bright; they soon mastered the use of the gun and began standing at the windows to play.

The shooting range was roughly a rectangular area with a long lawn in the middle and grey-white walls on both sides. From outside the walls, the train whistles came from time to time very loud; one could tell it was likely a railway.

The students began to dread imagining what the incident was that forced the base to change real guns to air guns. Could it be that a stray bullet from a student’s miss had ricocheted into a train?

Qiao Wan went to try and found that even for an air gun, the weight was quite substantial, and the gun body was icy cold. Touching it made her shudder in the middle of summer. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to touch such a gun in a situation where the flames of war were flying everywhere.

Would it be fear, or a sense of stability?

She slightly adjusted the gun body, aimed at the target through the scope, and pulled the trigger.

7 points.

Quite good; at least she didn’t miss the target.

Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to see that many people had already gathered around Yuan Tianci: “Damn, a ten! Brother Tianci, God is too good to you, isn’t He? You know how to do everything? You really deserve to be the School Grass.”

“Another ten!”

Finally, even Instructor Lotus from the neighboring class came over: “Yo!” And then there was no follow-up.

Yuan Tianci glanced at him and said lazily: “Am I impressive or what?”

Instructor Lotus sneered: “With that posture of yours, it’s only because the recoil of an air gun isn’t large. If it were changed to a real sniper rifle, your bones would be broken by now and it would come with a complimentary ‘deafness’ mega-package.”