Lin Zhiyun had replaced the convenient chopsticks with a throwing knife and threw it at a target not far away. Although her accuracy was much worse, her hand strength was a lot more stable.
Yang Ming could see that she must have worked hard. When he left home, she should have been practicing tirelessly until Chen Mengyan came home.
"No, it's already very good that I can throw it on the target, let alone throw it on the bullseye. In most cases, I miss." After dinner, Lin Zhiyun, Chen Mengyan, and Yang Ming went to the garage behind the villa to practice throwing targets. Lin Zhiyun threw two targets and shook her head with some guilt.
The garage was very big. Chen Mengyan's car hadn't come back yet. Even if she came back, there would be a lot of empty space. Lin Zhiyun was afraid that throwing knives at home would accidentally damage the furniture and floor. After all, throwing knives were different from convenient chopsticks. Chopsticks were made of wood and were very light. Even if it brushed against the furniture and fell on the floor, it wouldn't cause any damage.
But throwing knives were different. Throwing knives were very sharp. Whether it hit the furniture or the floor, it would always cause a certain amount of damage, leaving a scratch or a pit.
"It doesn't matter. You just have to throw it." Yang Ming smiled and comforted her. "As long as you throw the knife, I can cater to the direction of your throwing knife and let it fall accurately on the apple on my head."
"But that's too dangerous!" Lin Zhiyun was shocked.
"Yesterday, didn't you also test it with convenient chopsticks? Wasn't it fine?" Yang Ming waved his hand indifferently. "So, it's the same."
"Convenient chopsticks are convenient chopsticks. There's no lethality. Throwing knives are different. If it fails …" Lin Zhiyun didn't dare to think about it.
"How can it fail? The control is on my side. If I have the confidence, I will face it. If I don't, can I force myself to do it? I'm not stupid. "Yang Ming smiled and said," Do you think I'm so great? Will I sacrifice for art? It's just a campus art festival. So what if we screw it up? "
"But … I still don't dare …" Lin Zhiyun didn't have any psychological barriers when she threw a knife at the target. However, throwing a knife at Yang Ming was completely different. It was impossible to mix them up.
"How about this? Mengyan, as her older sister, you should set an example for her." Yang Ming looked at Chen Mengyan.
"Me?" Chen Mengyan did not dare to use a flying knife. She immediately waved her hand and said, "Are you kidding me? I'm not as good as Little Sister Lin. She even practiced for a while. I haven't even practiced before. I don't want to hurt you. "
"It's fine." Yang Ming couldn't help but put a flying knife in Chen Mengyan's hand. Then, he said to her, "Zhiyun is timid. If you don't set an example for her, how can you be her older sister?"
"That's not the right way …" Chen Mengyan lowered her eyes. She had no choice but to take the flying knife from Yang Ming's hand. She weighed it with her hand and said, "Then, you should be careful …"
In fact, Chen Mengyan had played with flying knives before. Chen Fei was transferred from the army. When Chen Mengyan was young, Chen Fei had not transferred yet. He often took Chen Mengyan to target practice. However, because of limited ammunition, they couldn't use it casually. Therefore, they would also play with things like flying knives. However, that was a long time ago. Chen Mengyan didn't know if she still had the accuracy of her childhood.
Holding the flying knife in her hand, she felt that it felt good. Chen Mengyan was relieved. At least, she could still find some of the previous feeling. In fact, whether it was flying knives or shooting, the feeling was very important. If she couldn't find the feeling, she didn't need to worry about accuracy.
Chen Mengyan took a breath and threw the flying knife out. The target was, of course, not Yang Ming, but the wooden target not far away. Unfortunately, the flying knife missed the target and didn't hit the target.
"Sister Mengyan, are you really good?" Lin Zhiyun looked at Chen Mengyan with some surprise. "You threw it for the first time, and you are much better than me. You just grazed the target. I didn't even touch the edge of the target."
Chen Mengyan was secretly ashamed. She had practiced when she was a child. How could she compare with Lin Zhiyun who had no contact with it? Picking up another flying knife, Chen Mengyan was serious this time. She held her breath and threw the flying knife toward the target …
Lin Zhiyun didn't know, but it was naturally impossible for Yang Ming not to know. He looked at Chen Mengyan's movements, and it was much more standard than Lin Zhiyun's. Whether it was the throwing strength or the angle, it was much better than Lin Zhiyun's. Yang Ming could judge that Chen Mengyan must have played with similar things before. Even if it wasn't a flying knife, it would be a dart or something like that.
However, from the Association to Uncle Chen's profession, Yang Ming didn't feel that there was anything strange.
"Pa," the flying knife was inserted into the wooden rake not far away. The remaining force made the handle of the flying knife still vibrate. Although Yang Ming was a little surprised, he wasn't too surprised because when Chen Mengyan threw the first knife, Yang Ming roughly understood her strength. However, perhaps because she hadn't thrown for a long time, her accuracy wasn't good. It wasn't surprising that the second knife could hit the target.
However, Lin Zhiyun was surprised and widened her eyes. She looked at Chen Mengyan incredulously. "Sister Mengyan, you are so good!"
Chen Mengyan wouldn't be as thick-skinned as Yang Ming to admit it. She waved her hand and smiled with a blush. "When I was young, I played this with my father in the army. It's just that I haven't touched it for many years, so I'm a little rusty."
"Ah … it turned out to be like this. I thought I was stupid …" Lin Zhiyun suddenly realized that she really felt that she couldn't compare with Chen Mengyan. Not only was she not as good as Chen Mengyan in running the company, but she was also not as good as Chen Mengyan when it came to throwing knives. Now, after listening to Chen Mengyan, she was relieved.
Yang Ming was shocked. He thought, Thanks to Chen Mengyan's timely explanation, he knew that Lin Zhiyun, this girl, had a heavy knot in her heart. She always felt that she couldn't do it and had no self-confidence, so he didn't know which little things would touch her self-esteem. Now that Chen Mengyan took the initiative to explain, it could also let Lin Zhiyun untie the knot in her heart.
"Why are you stupid? I played every day when I was a child, and now I have almost forgotten it. You have only practiced for two days, and you can achieve the current results. It's very good. "Chen Mengyan praised.
"Sister Mengyan, why don't you and Yang Ming perform together on stage?" Lin Zhiyun hesitated and said. She had this idea just now. Now that she saw that Chen Mengyan was indeed much better at throwing knives than her, this idea was even stronger.
"What should I perform on stage?" Chen Mengyan quickly waved her hand. "I'm the vice president of the Student Union of the School of Economics and Management. At the art festival, I have to represent the Student Union of the School of Economics and Management to participate in the group choir program. How can I be free?"
"That's true …" Lin Zhiyun nodded. "I forgot about this. Your student union has a choir."
"Okay, Zhiyun, you are basically almost there now. As long as you can throw knives, the accuracy doesn't matter. I will do everything. Now, let's start the actual combat exercise." Yang Ming found an apple and put it on his head as he spoke to Lin Zhiyun.
"Ah? Start now? "Lin Zhiyun was obviously still a little scared.
"Start now. You use me as a target. Come, Mengyan, you set an example first." Yang Ming waved to Chen Mengyan.
Chen Mengyan couldn't help it. She knew that if she didn't start, with Lin Zhiyun's temper, it might drag on for a long time. However, time was tight. The more she neglected her practice, the easier it would be to make mistakes when she really went on stage. It was better to practice at home so that she wouldn't make mistakes when the time came.
She gritted her teeth, picked up a knife, and said to Yang Ming, "Well, then I am going to throw it. You be careful."
"En, you throw it." Yang Ming shrugged indifferently. "Relax. I'm fine."
Chen Mengyan didn't dare to be negligent. She deliberately threw the knife a little bit higher, fearing that it would stab Yang Ming. However, after throwing it, her heart inevitably tightened. She knew that this height couldn't hurt Yang Ming, but she still had some palpitations. She looked at the knife that she threw without blinking.
Yang Ming looked at the direction that Chen Mengyan threw the knife. He was somewhat helpless. Isn't this throwing too high? If she threw it low, I could catch it as soon as I leaned over, but this height …
Yang Ming couldn't be helped. He had to jump up at the moment when the knife came over. The knife went into the apple, and Yang Ming also landed firmly on the ground.
Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He thought, If the training in Europe wasn't more perverted than this, I'm afraid I can't catch this knife. If I jumped a little lower, I would miss it. If I jumped a little higher, the knife would hit my head …
Looking at Yang Ming's thrilling action, Chen Mengyan really regretted it. Why did I throw it so high? If she knew that Yang Ming would use this method to catch the knife, Chen Mengyan would rather take the risk and throw it lower than Yang Ming jumping up to catch it!
Yang Ming took the apple on his head with a smile and cut it with a knife. He handed half of it to Chen Mengyan and the other half to Lin Zhiyun. "Eat the apple, Zhiyun. Are you okay? Your Sister Mengyan threw it so high, but I caught it easily. "
Lin Zhiyun naturally saw the danger just now. She also knew that Yang Ming was really fine. Looking at his relaxed look, Lin Zhiyun also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn't throw it too far, Yang Ming should have no problem catching it.
After eating the apple, with Chen Mengyan's previous demonstration, Lin Zhiyun also became bold. She knew that she had to take this step sooner or later. It was a matter of time, but if she didn't seize the time to practice now, she really didn't have time.
In the beginning, Lin Zhiyun was still cautious. She was afraid that she would hurt Yang Ming. But later, seeing that Yang Ming caught it with ease and was really fine, Lin Zhiyun also let go of it and threw it casually.
However, the more casual it was, the smoother Yang Ming caught it. It seemed that in many cases, the mentality was the most important.
Before going to bed, Lin Zhiyun was already very skilled. Without the previous timidity, she could easily throw the knife out, but it was just a waste of apples on the table.
Although Lin Zhiyun was not short of money now, she was still very frugal and cherishing things in her bones. Seeing the table of cut apples, she was a little distressed. "There are so many. We can't eat them all, right? They are all cut, and they will spoil soon … "
Yang Ming knew Lin Zhiyun's character. Naturally, it was impossible to say that she would throw it away directly. It would make Lin Zhiyun very uncomfortable, but he couldn't think of a good way. Even if he could eat more, he could only eat four or five apples at most. Lin Zhiyun and Chen Mengyan could only eat two or three apples. How could they finish these dozens of apples?
Yang Ming and Lin Zhiyun were worried, but Chen Mengyan smiled and said, "Isn't that simple? When I was young, my mother always made canned fruit for me. I will make these apples into cans, freeze them in the refrigerator, and put them into small plastic containers. Sister Lin and I will bring a box to eat every day to school. We will finish it in a few days! "
"This is a good idea!" Yang Ming nodded after listening. In this way, Yang Ming's mother also did it, but these things, as a man, Yang Ming didn't care about it. Unexpectedly, Chen Mengyan said, "I didn't expect you to know how to make canned food."
"What's so difficult about that?" Chen Mengyan snorted. "Like you, you don't know anything? Canned food is very simple. Just boil it with sugar water. Let's go, Sister Lin. Let's do it. Yang Ming, you go to sleep first. Don't wait for us. "
Yang Ming thought, How can I sleep if you don't come? I finally returned home for two days. How can I go to sleep by myself?
"Let me help you …" Yang Ming had to participate in the work. "Although I don't need to do the details, there must be someone who does the hard work, right? So many apples are carried to the kitchen. You have to do it for a while. If I help you, it can be done in one trip. "
"That's true." Chen Mengyan nodded. "Then I will give you a chance to be a coolie."
Yang Ming broke into a sweat. I need a chance to be a coolie … It's not easy to serve a beauty.
Yang Ming found a large cardboard box and put the apples on the table into it with Chen Mengyan and Lin Zhiyun. Then, Yang Ming walked to the kitchen with the box.
The rest of the work didn't have much to do with Yang Ming. Chen Mengyan and Lin Zhiyun first peeled the apple, then cut it into small pieces. They threw away the core and put it into a basin. Finally, they put it into the pot and boiled it.
Yang Ming found that the cooperation between Chen Mengyan and Lin Zhiyun was very tacit. It seemed that during this time, the two people often cooked, studied, and lived together.
"Done. Set the time. After a while, we will put it in the box." Chen Mengyan said as she washed her hands.
"Then go to the living room and sit for a while. Let's watch TV." Yang Ming saw that Lin Zhiyun still wanted to tidy up the kitchen, so he took her hand and pushed her into the living room.
Chen Mengyan turned on the TV and found that the TV was broadcasting about the promotion of Shu Ya's new album. Chen Mengyan and Lin Zhiyun usually watched TV. The most they watched was the entertainment channel, so they didn't need to change the channel when they turned on the TV. When Chen Mengyan saw that it was Shu Ya's news, she put the remote control aside, hugged her legs, and sat on the sofa. She watched it with Yang Ming and Lin Zhiyun.
"Sometimes, it feels so unreal. When I see Sister Suya on TV, it's hard to imagine that she will also be a member of our family …" Chen Mengyan said with some emotion, "Don't make it seem so far away, but we are within reach. Yesterday, we even texted."
Yang Ming was very grateful to Chen Mengyan's current attitude and emotions. She could think and say this, which made Yang Ming relieved. Chen Mengyan seemed to have never been jealous of Suya. This was something that surprised Yang Ming.
"It turns out that you still keep in touch." Yang Ming smiled and said, "In school, did anyone ask you for Little Ya's autograph?"
"Why not? My classmates know that the company I am working for now hired Shu Ya as a spokesperson, so they asked me for her autograph … "Chen Mengyan said," I'm a little annoyed … "
"Hehe, I thought they saw you and Little Ya singing together." Yang Ming smiled and said, "You said that you are working in the company? You didn't say that the company is your own? "
"Who can remember the concert? There aren't many classmates who saw it. "Chen Mengyan shook her head." I don't want to say too much about the company, so as not to be envied. "
Yang Ming listened to Chen Mengyan and didn't say anything more. In fact, it was not wrong to be low-key in school, so as not to cause some jealousy for no reason.
There was the sound of the electronic stove in the kitchen. Chen Mengyan got up to prepare the canned food. Yang Ming and Lin Zhiyun went to help. Chen Mengyan and the others bought a bunch of small plastic boxes. It was very convenient to store food one by one, and the sealing was also very good.
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Early the next morning, Yang Ming first sent Lin Zhiyun and Chen Mengyan to school, and then waited for Jing Xiaolu downstairs in her dormitory to go to the company together.
Jing Xiaolu was on time. Yang Ming didn't even need her to speak. He changed seats with her and let her sit in the driver's seat. Jing Xiaolu didn't refuse and drove directly to the company.
"Specially dressed up?" Yang Ming glanced at Jing Xiaolu on the side and saw a little difference. After being scolded by Yang Ming, Jing Xiaolu usually wore no makeup, but today she carefully put on nude makeup. Her skin looked more tender. Her eyelashes were also carefully clipped, and her hairstyle was obviously carefully combed.
"It seems that you still pay attention to me." Jing Xiaolu couldn't help but say proudly.
Yang Ming was a little speechless. This Jing Xiaolu is really … Yang Ming coughed. "Nonsense, you have the fragrance of cosmetics on your face. At such a close distance, of course I can smell it."
Jing Xiaolu didn't care. She turned her head and blinked her bright eyes. "Do I look good?"
"It's okay." Yang Ming replied casually, "But don't waste time on it."
Jing Xiaolu rolled her eyes at Yang Ming and snorted. "I was thinking that since you all stood up for me today, I have to dress up prettily. I can't lose face for you all!"
"Didn't I ask you to speak on stage?" Yang Ming shrugged, but he thought that Bao Sanli would probably announce the appointment today. Jing Xiaolu would become the focus of everyone. It was good to dress up, so he didn't say anything.
Jing Xiaolu stuck out her tongue. Just as she wanted to say something, she suddenly pointed not far in front and said in surprise, "Hey? Isn't that Wang Xiaoran and Yu Chi? "
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