After practicing for about a quarter of an hour, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Qiao Chengfan's forehead.

He opened the mineral water and sat aside to drink while watching other students practice shooting.

Most of them didn't play well, but a few played well. Qiao Chengfan stared at them several times.

"With your current level, it would be great if you can get third place. It's probably an excellent award." A deep voice came, accompanied by steady footsteps.

Qiao Chengfan turned his head.

Why is Lao Qiao here?

Josnian wore a dark shirt, no tie, and one button on the collar unbuttoned. He looked very masculine.

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

Qiao Chengfan straightened his back, not wanting to embarrass his father.

However, he was a little unconvinced: "I played very well."

"Would you like your father to call you and let you know what it means?" Josnian stood in front of his son.

Qiao Chengfan curled his lips and stared into Lao Qiao's eyes for a long time. He fainted at first, and finally nodded: "Yes."

There was always a glimmer of confidence in Josnian's eyes. He walked to the shooting gun closest to them, bent down, took aim, and gently pulled the trigger.

There were many students watching, both male and female.

The main reason is that Josnian is so handsome that it’s hard not to look at him.

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

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, Lao Qiao is indeed outstanding and has an aura that cannot be ignored.

Several rounds of bullets were fired one after another, and the crowd exclaimed "Wow".

Qiao Chengfan looked calm and calm on the outside, but he was very excited inside. Old Qiao... was so awesome.

Josnian put down the gun and said calmly: "At your level, practice hard. When I was your age, I was much better than you."

"No picture, no truth." Qiao Chengfan refused.

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

"Why did you come to school?"

"Can't come?"

"able……"

Qiao Chengfan put down his mineral water bottle, stood next to Lao Qiao, and shot target with him.

Qiao Chengfan is a miniature version of Josnian. The father and son are very similar, especially their serious look. They are almost identical and attract the attention of everyone on the field. Even the teacher stopped training and ran to watch.

"Pay attention." Josnian knew what Qiao Chengfan was thinking, "They are looking at your father, not you."

"..." Qiao Chengfan's heart felt cold after being poured a basin of cold water on him.

"Bang", Josnian held Qiao Chengfan's hand and hit the target.

After being trained by Josnian several times, Qiao Chengfan got a feel for it.

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

Josnian gradually relaxed his grip and let Qiao Chengfan practice on his own.

Qiao Chengfan's game has obviously improved a lot.

Josnian sat aside and looked at him, occasionally giving pointers, his eyes slightly narrowed with doting tenderness.

The school is a relatively pure place. Here, he is not the CEO, nor Master Qiao, but just Qiao Chengfan's father.

Qiao Chengfan probably found the feeling. After practicing for a long time, he got better and better and couldn't stop playing.

There are not a few people watching around, but there are still a lot of them.
Chapter completed!