"Gu Shurong, stop fooling around and practice shooting with me properly, or I'll whip you myself."
Ye Jingzhe snatched the whip from the shooting instructor's hand and, with a chilling coldness, cracked it twice on the ground.
His aura was both cold and intimidating.
Gu Shurong's little backside tightened, and he was instantly cowed.
He replied meekly, "Oh."
Ye Jingzhe said politely to the shooting instructor, "Teacher, please continue the class."
The shooting instructor was so intimidated by Ye Jingzhe's cold demeanor that he didn't even reprimand him for his audacity in snatching the whip.
After glaring at Gu Shurong, the shooting instructor resumed teaching.
Ye Jingzhe pulled Gu Shurong over to practice with him, even standing behind Gu Shurong to personally instruct him on hitting the targets.
Ye Jingzhe had learned this long ago.
He attended shooting class these days merely to review what he already knew.
