After practicing for about a quarter of an hour, a little bit of sweat oozed out of Qiao Chengfan's forehead.

He unscrewed the mineral water, sat aside and drank while watching other students practice shooting.

Most of them didn't play well, but there were a few who did a good job, so Qiao Chengfan stared at him several times.

"At your current level, it would be great if you can win the third place, 80% of it would be an excellent award." A low voice came, accompanied by calm footsteps.

Qiao Chengfan turned his head.

Why is Lao Qiao coming?

Qiao Sinian wore an ink shirt without a tie and had a button on the neckline, which looked very manly.

As soon as he came in, he attracted the attention of many students.

Qiao Chengfan straightened his waist and couldn't embarrass his father.

But he was a little dissatisfied: "I've played well."

"Do you want your father to call you and let you know what it means to be good?" Qiao Sinian stood in front of his son.

Qiao Chengfan curled his lips and stared at Lao Qiao's eyes for a while. He felt weak first and finally nodded: "Yes."

There was always a gleam of confidence in Qiao Sinian's eyes. He walked to the shooting gun closest to them, bent down, aimed, and gently pulled the trigger.

There were many students watching, including men and women.

The main reason is that Qiao Sinian is too handsome and can't be able to watch it.

Qiao Chengfan's waist was straighter, his face was full of pride, and his eyes seemed to say, this is my dad.

Whether he admits it or not, Lao Qiao is indeed excellent, and he is full of an aura that cannot be ignored.

Several bullets were shot out one after another, and a "wow" scream came from the crowd.

Qiao Chengfan was calm on the surface, but was very excited inside. Old Qiao... is so amazing.

Qiao Sinian put down his gun and said lightly: "At your level, practice hard. When I was as old as you, I was much better than you."

"There is no picture or truth." Qiao Chengfan was dissatisfied.

"Don't talk to me. I'm just free today. I will teach you how to practice for a while. After practicing, we'll go out for dinner."

"Why did you come to school?"

"Can't come?"

"able……"

Qiao Chengfan put down the mineral water bottle, stood beside Lao Qiao, and shot with him.

Qiao Chengfan is a shrinking version of Qiao Sinian. The father and son are very similar, especially the serious and serious look, almost exactly the same, attracting the attention of everyone on the field. Even the teacher stopped training and ran to see it.

"Concentrate." Qiao Sinian knew what Qiao Chengfan was thinking, "They are looking at your father, not you."

"..." Qiao Chengfan was poured into a basin of cold water and felt cold.

"Bang", Qiao Sinian held Qiao Chengfan's hand and hit the bull's eye.

After being trained by Qiao Sinian several times, Qiao Chengfan found the feeling.

The postures and techniques of the father and son were taught by the same master, so naturally there was no difference. Qiao Chengfan followed Qiao Sinian and learned very quickly.

Qiao Sinian gradually let go of her hand and asked Qiao Chengfan to practice by herself.

Qiao Chengfan made significant progress in fighting.

Qiao Sinian sat aside and looked at him, occasionally giving some advice, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

The school is a purer place. Here, he is not the president or Mr. Qiao, but just Qiao Chengfan's father.

Qiao Chengfan probably found the feeling. After practicing for a long time, the more he played, the better he could not stop playing.

There are many people watching around, but there are still many.
Chapter completed!