The Heartthrob Became My Boyfriend

Just as Qi Yue was caught in her inner battle, Ling Feng walked over, enthusiastically greeting Qi Yue and Song Qiuqiu, "Hey, you two beauties, why don't you give it a try too!"

"Ah? Us?"

This is like someone handing you a pillow when you're drowsing!

Song Qiuqiu's eyes instantly lit up, but she maintained a reserved expression, "But, both of us don't really know how, is that okay ...?"

"What's the problem with that, none of us are professionals either, we're all amateurs, just playing for fun! Since we're here, it's boring just to watch! Come on, come on, come on! Crush Ye Linling, that woman is too arrogant!" Ling Feng laughed heartily as he spoke.

The attitudes of the other guys were also chaotic, naturally not minding two more people joining in.

"Come and join us!"

"Right, right, come and give it a try! Don't be afraid! Linling, you don't mind two more competitors, do you?"

Ye Linling raised an eyebrow, "Competitors?"

Ye Linling clearly didn't see Qi Yue and Song Qiuqiu as threats.

Just that, this girl who suddenly appeared named Qi Yue not only kissed Gu Huai unexpectedly, but also kept clinging to him, which was somewhat irksome to her.

Ye Linling crossed her arms and smiled, "Sure, you two should try too, a request for a beating, huh!"

Song Qiuqiu nudged Qi Yue's shoulder, "Here's the plan, I'll test the waters first! If I win, I'll give you these three date opportunities!"

Looking at Gu Huai's attitude, it was obvious he didn't want to go on dates with women and was only playing due to peer pressure.

And although she was a sucker for good looks, that was all she was, a sucker for good looks; she dared not harbor other desires, so she might as well give the opportunity to Qi Yue, this fool charmed by Potato.

Thus, with eager anticipation, Song Qiuqiu rolled up her sleeves and stepped up to the challenge.

Qi Yue's eyes sparkled as she waved from behind to cheer for Song Qiuqiu, "Qiuqiu, go for it!!!"

At this moment, it felt like Qiuqiu's slender shoulders were bearing all the Potatoes of a whole semester.

Song Qiuqiu might not have been skilled, but having played a few times, she had no trouble with the basics.

A moment later, she took a deep breath, raised her hand, and made her shot.

After the "bang"—the result showed on the scorekeeper.

"How much, how much?" Song Qiuqiu asked nervously.

"Pfft, 5 points ..."

Song Qiuqiu: "..."

Qi Yue's eyes saw a shower of Potato rain: "..."

Ling Feng patted Song Qiuqiu's shoulder, "Pretty good, for an amateur to score this much is quite impressive, even better than Jiang Lang that guy."

Jiang Lang's face darkened, "That was a slip of the hand! A slip, alright!"

Song Qiuqiu let out a sigh of disappointment, hanging her head, "Alas, I guess I just can't do it!"

The nearby girls couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Why let them waste time like this!"

"Right, so boring!"

Ye Linling glanced in Qi Yue's direction with an insinuating tone, "One has to let people give up hope, right!"

Song Qiuqiu looked toward her last hope, "Yue Bao, your turn, go on and try! Oh, I forgot, you can't shoot ..."

Song Qiuqiu was about to teach Qi Yue when Gu Huai came over from the side: "Do you know how to hold a gun?"

Seeing Gu Huai approaching, Song Qiuqiu quickly made way for him, stepping aside.

Qi Yue subconsciously replied, "I don't."

Upon hearing this, Gu Huai's eyes flickered slightly, "I'll teach you."

Qi Yue glanced at Gu Huai.

Perhaps guessing what she might say, Gu Huai cleared his throat and explained, "Ahem, I'll teach you the basics."

Gu Huai picked up the gun and patiently demonstrated the proper way to hold it, "Did you see that clearly?"

"Mm," Qi Yue tried to lift the gun.

Gu Huai supported her hand and helped adjust her stance, "Aim with one hand while relaxing the other hand and shoulder, ensure the foresight on the front of the gun aligns consistently with the notch on the aiming device ..."

While explaining, Gu Huai would thoughtfully lean in a bit to be closer to her so that she could hear clearly.

When adjusting her movements, Gu Huai kept a gentlemanly distance, not touching her body, just his slender fingers unintentionally brushing the back of her hand holding the gun.

His fingertips had calluses, and when they brushed against her skin, it was like a feather tickling, causing a slight itch ...

At this distance, she could smell the fresh scent of his shampoo, mixed with a faint after-rain pine fragrance.