Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 868: The Story of Ling and Heng (131)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The next day, during the sniper team's morning training.

Last night, four of them had headed out to drink with Team One, and only returned when they were completely wasted. Their condition was especially poor this morning, and their dispirited appearance was strangely similar.

However, Feng Ling did not join them last night. Why was her appearance similarly exhausted?

Qiao Fei watched her throughout the training process and approached her from behind as she was practicing her shots. He watched her accurate shots while asking: "Didn't sleep well last night?"

Feng Ling's movements were precise, and she accurately fired the bullet into the center of the target. She then placed the rifle down to answer indifferently: "Last night, K drank too much and gave me a phone call that lasted over an hour. I couldn't sleep well after listening to his constant, nonsensical rant."

Qiao Fei checked her composed expression. He vaguely recalled K on the phone last night. Originally, he had thought that the brat had found a girlfriend outside of the base, who would have thought that he was calling Feng Ling.

"What did he call you for?" Qiao Fei raised his brows.

"How do I know? He drank too much and must have mistaken me for his little brother. I was half-asleep and didn't pay much attention to his words. I vaguely recall him talking about his family matters. Back then, K had left his family to join the base. His family matters must leave him very helpless. After drinking too much, he probably felt the urge to confide in me," Feng Ling answered mildly.

Qiao Fei raised his brows and spoke with some jealously: "Spit, this brat, he really treats you like his own Miss Confidante."

Feng Ling immediately swerved her head around to stare at him. Qiao Fei chuckled again: "All right, all right, all right. Mr. Confidante."

Feng Ling picked up the rifle by the side and did not continue the conversation.

Watching her serious expression, Qiao Fei could not accurately tell what was wrong. Even though nothing had happened, he strangely felt that Feng Ling's aura was slightly depressed.

He saw that she was seriously practicing and did not continue asking. He turned around and continued instructing the rest.

During their break, Qiao Fei abruptly had some matters to settle at Team Two's training ground. The remaining four of them either sat down or stood around to sip their water.

Feng Ling did not pause and instead continued firing her gun over and over again. The noise of the bullet slamming against the target resounded through the training grounds.

"Eh, what's wrong with Feng Ling? He doesn't seem very happy today," Lin Cheng quietly asked Tam.

Tam turned to see that Feng Ling was expressionlessly reloading her rifle. He noticed that K was also looking at Feng Ling with a strange expression. He turned back to Lin Cheng: "I don't know. Typically, Feng Ling's character is the most honest, and his emotions are also the most stable. It seems like something provoked him today. Last night, when we headed out to drink, didn't she stay behind in the base? Did something happen?"

Lin Cheng shook his head: "Who knows."

"Hey, K, do you know what happened?" Tam stood up and approached K to pat his shoulder.

K shrugged: "Last night, I was wasted to the point where I couldn't even recognize my own mother. How could I possibly know? Although…"

"Although what?"

"This morning, I saw that I dialed Feng Ling's number last night. The conversation lasted for an entire hour. I suspect I must have said some nonsense while I was wasted and accidentally provoked him? Or maybe… she didn't sleep well because of my disturbance? Is that it?"

Lin Cheng and Tam rolled their eyes: "Did you have nothing better to do? Why did you have to go bother other people while you were drunk?"

"It's because I was drunk. Recently, I've only made calls to Feng Ling. I must have carelessly redialled her."

The few of them continued their quiet discussion while the bullet noise continued rhythmically from Feng Ling's side. It repeated every twenty seconds, and every bullet was fired accurately.

All of a sudden, Li Nanheng's silhouette approached. K saw that Boss had appeared and rushed to nod at him respectfully. He raised his voice to greet him: "Good morning, Boss!"

Li Nanheng did not respond. He had heard Feng Ling's gunshot noises from afar. As he approached, his gaze directly focused on Feng Ling's figure as she stood in the shooting range. He scanned her straightened back and her posture as she held the rifle, and watched as she fired bullet after bullet. He immediately shifted to approach her.

"Boss Li!" A few days ago, K had already seen Boss Li targetting Feng Ling. He thought that Li Nanheng had come to look for trouble with Feng Ling once more. He immediately gathered his courage and stood before Boss Li to block him. He spoke with a cheeky grin: "Boss, it's break time right now. There are a few new moves I'm not too familiar with. Later, when we resume training, please provide us with some guidance!"

Li Nanheng coldly watched K, smiling like a cheeky monkey before him: "Scram."

The man's voice was low and heavy. He had immediately seen through K's intentions, and his voice did not contain any patience.

K's voice immediately became stuck in his throat. He rubbed his nose and could only shift away to the side.

However, as he was moving away, he abruptly noticed a small wound on Boss Li's lips. K appeared startled as he spoke: "Aiya, Boss, what happened to your lips? Is it too much internal heat? Why is your skin broken?"

Li Nanheng gave him another cold glance, and K immediately shrunk back. He then raised his hand and rubbed his neck. After thinking for a long moment, he still could not figure out how to continue blocking Boss, and how to help Feng Ling stop him.

Feng Ling had heard the noise behind him and did not pay much attention. However, when K brought up the wound on his lip, Feng Ling's bullet suddenly veered off its original path.

She was well-aware of how hard she had bit down last night; she had even tasted the blood.

However, Boss Li did not bite her. He had bit down once on her tongue, but he barely used any force. She had been worried that someone would notice something strange and had pressed an ice pack against her lip last night. This morning, there was barely any remaining marks on her lips. All of the kiss marks and redness had faded.

Staring at the bullet, Feng Ling's gaze turned cold. She then lifted the rifle to continue, when she abruptly heard Li Nanheng's voice: "There are a limited number of bullets available for training every week. Do you plan on using up the entire sniper's team supply? Have you spared a thought of the rest?"

Feng Ling faltered in her movements. A flash of ice appeared in her gaze as she spun around with the rifle in her hands, aiming it directly at the man who stood on the training grounds.