Тhе "mоuntаin villa" Lu Sui mentiоnеd turnеd оut tо be a plасe for shоoting. Lu Lin hadn't аrrivеd уеt, sо Lu Sui first tоok Wu Mаngmang to the indoor prасticе rangе.
"Саn уou hаndlе it?" Lu Sui аskеd Wu Мangmаng.
Looking down оn hеr, was hе?
"When your grаndma herе was plауing with guns, уоu wеrе still wеaring split раnts," Wu Mаngmаng sаid, giving Lu Sui a sidеlong glаnсe.
"Grandmа hаs agеd remarkablу well," Lu Sui praisеd.
Wu Маngmang tоuched her fасе. Hеh, shе hаd оvеrаctеd.
"Wаnt to hаve а match thеn?" Wu Mаngmаng аsked with grеаt соnfidence.
"Аre you sure?"
Lu Sui's words wеre truly prоvocаtive. Wu Маngmang rеplied, "Absolutely, positively, and without a doubt."
"OK," Lu Sui nodded.
"Since it's a competition, there should be some stakes, right?" Wu Mangmang's eyes roamed slyly over Lu Sui.
"Name them," Lu Sui said, standing in front of the equipment cabinet selecting a gun.
"If you lose, you have to wear jeans with your shirt off and let me take a photo of your abs to post on Weibo. Hmm..." Wu Mangmang decided to tighten the restrictions a bit. "And you can't button the jeans."
Good figures should be shared, after all.
She had to leave some mementos. Wu Mangmang was determined to get her money's worth.
Lu Sui didn't speak.
Wu Mangmang felt a bit uneasy, afraid Lu Sui would back out of the bet. Such a great opportunity would be a real shame to miss.
Her demands might have been a bit excessive. Actually, Wu Mangmang had originally wanted Mr. Lu to show some hair but didn't dare bring it up.
"Fine," Lu Sui agreed after admiring Wu Mangmang's expression for a moment.
Yes! Wu Mangmang gave herself a mental "V for victory" sign.
"What about my stakes?" Lu Sui asked.
"Name whatever you want," Wu Mangmang said generously.
"I don't seem to need anything," Lu Sui replied.
Wu Mangmang's eyes nearly bore holes through Lu Sui. His words were a blow to such a vibrant and beautiful woman like her.
"Want me to help you think of something?" Wu Mangmang offered with false kindness.
"Go ahead," Lu Sui said, having chosen his gun and wiping it with a nearby handkerchief.
Wu Mangmang leaned close to Lu Sui and said, "How about... I let you lick my belly button for five minutes?"
Did he think Grandma didn't know his kinks?
Lu Sui looked surprised. "Why would I want to lick your belly button?"
Wu Mangmang felt her face stinging as if slapped, but she held her ground, refusing to lose face. "Then how about licking my toes?"
"Wouldn't that mean I can only lose?" Lu Sui asked.
"So, do you want to compete or not?" Wu Mangmang was so angry she nearly jumped.
"Let's stick with the belly button then, but with whipped cream on it," Lu Sui said.
Wu Mangmang imagined herself looking like a birthday cake and sneered, "Want to stick a candle in it too?"
Lu Sui shook his head. "I don't have any special fetishes."
Wu Mangmang's face instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom. Once men reached adulthood, mentioning candles probably no longer brought to mind just birthday cakes.
"Deal," Wu Mangmang finalized, then picked up the gun she had chosen. In front of Lu Sui, she smoothly completed the process of loading the magazine and chambering a round within ten seconds.
She couldn't help but praise herself with a silent "cool."
"I actually wanted to apply to police academy for college back in the day," Wu Mangmang tossed Lu Sui a look that said, "It's too late for regrets now."However, after Boss Wu and Ms. Liu harshly criticized that aspiration, Wu Mangmang reluctantly gave it up.
You see, back then she wasn’t just casually obsessed with 007—she was determined to become that stunningly beautiful and deadly Bond girl.
But looking back now, it’s actually quite amusing.
“Hmm.” Lu Sui responded indifferently, “You first or me first?”
Wu Mangmang said, “I don’t want to take advantage of you. Let’s play rock-paper-scissors.”
Mr. Lu, of course, didn’t agree to such a childish game. “No need, you can choose.”
“No, that wouldn’t be a fair win for me,” Wu Mangmang insisted. If she was going to win, she wanted to win gracefully, leaving no room for Lu Sui to gossip about it.
Lu Sui had no choice but to turn and borrow a coin from the staff. “You choose.”
“Heads,” Wu Mangmang said.
As it turned out, Lu Sui tossed the coin and it landed on heads. Wu Mangmang declared, “Then I’ll go first.”
In shooting competitions, the person who shoots later theoretically has a slight psychological advantage. Wu Mangmang’s decision could be seen as a gesture of courtesy.
Lu Sui chuckled lightly, “It seems you’re quite confident in yourself.”
Wu Mangmang mimed blowing on the barrel of the gun. “Don’t underestimate women.”
She put on her ear protection, raised the gun with both hands, and fired her first shot, scoring an impressive 9.2 rings. It seemed her aim was particularly sharp today.
“Very good,” Lu Sui remarked, watching her from behind as she took the shot.
Wu Mangmang smiled faintly, radiating the aura of a master. Compliments were welcome—she could handle them.
Lu Sui’s shooting stance was both cool and stylish. Watching his profile from slightly behind him, Wu Mangmang felt her heart race a little. She couldn’t resist the charm of an older man with that 007 vibe, especially when holding a gun.
For a moment, Wu Mangmang genuinely wanted to invite Lu Sui to wander the galaxy as a pair of legendary outlaws, living a blissful life where she’d rob banks and he’d keep watch.
Failing that, joining the National Security Bureau as a husband-and-wife spy duo wouldn’t be bad either—living a vibrant, colorful life dedicated to serving the nation and its people.
However, the sound of gunfire ruthlessly interrupted Wu Mangmang’s beautiful fantasy.
9.8 rings.
Wu Mangmang sighed inwardly. What a shame Lu Sui wasn’t a sniper.
With a 0.6-ring gap from the very first shot, the psychological pressure on Wu Mangmang was undeniably immense.
But being a bit of a “snake spirit” wasn’t without its perks.
As Wu Mangmang raised her gun and stood before the target, the cold-blooded killer within her took over. Unmoved by joy or sorrow, she became the elusive, elegant, and deadly female assassin.
10 rings.
Three consecutive shots, all 10 rings.
However, given Lu Sui’s remarkably consistent performance—averaging above 9.2 rings and even scoring two perfect 10s—Wu Mangmang only managed to tie the score by the second-to-last round.
The final round was crucial, and Wu Mangmang had to shoot first. If she made a mistake, Lu Sui would have a significant advantage, at least in terms of mental composure.
Wu Mangmang felt a bit nervous. She didn’t want to become a birthday cake to be licked, but she also desperately hoped to post a photo of Lu Sui’s abs online.
She wasn’t even sure what her own mindset was.
Perhaps it was because Lu Sui was too low-key, and the Lu family controlled the media industry—the voice of the people. To this day, no personal information about him had ever appeared in the media.
Of course, Weibo didn’t count.This type of self-media is convenient, flexible, and fast, and deleting posts is also easy. Even Kim Jong-un can't stop the power of the people (one day, he won't be able to stop it either).
Those who succeed should help the world.
Wu Mangmang felt she bore the responsibility of letting her sisters feast their eyes on handsome men's abs, encouraging everyone to join the fitness and weight loss movement.
In short, it was absolutely fulfilling.
Given her desires and demands, Wu Mangmang picked up the gun only to put it down again, then picked it up once more, not daring to take the final shot.
In truth, shooting competitions are all about psychological resilience and confidence—confidence that the point you see is the one you want.
Eyesight and physical strength are secondary.
Wang Yifu, known as the "Gun King," even wore glasses. When he won his last championship, he was already older and not in the best health.
Wu Mangmang took a few deep breaths. She didn't want to be proven wrong. Silently, she chanted to herself, "Assassin possessed, assassin possessed."
10 points!
Wu Mangmang cheered wildly in her heart.
She felt she could be called China's number one female shooter.
With such psychological resilience, she could probably walk a tightrope a hundred meters in the air.
Outwardly calm but inwardly moved to tears, Wu Mangmang calmly put away her gun and walked over to Lu Sui with an extremely composed smile. "I'm done. It's your turn."
She refused to let a triumphant smile show.
Because only petty people become arrogant when they succeed.
A female shooting goddess who remains undefeated would never be so frivolous.
"Your tail is already sticking up," Lu Sui glanced at Wu Mangmang and said.
Wu Mangmang sighed. It seemed she still hadn't cultivated enough.
The outcome was no longer in doubt—at best, it would be a tie. Lu Sui picked up the gun with ease, and the results were soon displayed.
9.9 points.
Wu Mangmang smoothed her hair and tucked it behind her ear—a classic sign of a "green tea" act.
"9.9 points is also very good," Wu Mangmang encouraged Lu Sui in a voice reminiscent of Sister Lin Chi-ling.
"You haven't played in a while, right? I used to love this and practiced almost every week. (So it's not that your skills are inferior, but that I've been too diligent.) But for you to achieve this level, you must have quite a talent. (Of course, my talent is even greater.)" Wu Mangmang couldn't help but let her petty triumph show.
"My skills are inferior. I concede defeat," Lu Sui said with grace.
"No, no. If you practice more, we can try again next time," Wu Mangmang said modestly. "Your performance is very stable, which is quite rare. Unlike me, I'm sometimes high, sometimes low."
"With your level, you could even qualify for the Olympics," Wu Mangmang spared no effort in salvaging Lu Sui's male dignity.
"The pressure in that kind of situation is different. The honor and disgrace of an entire nation rest on your shoulders, with billions of spectators watching. It's nothing like today's relaxed atmosphere."
"That's true," Wu Mangmang agreed.
However, when the two walked outside, Wu Mangmang still hadn't had enough of her gloating, and Lu Sui was too calm about his loss. So, Wu Mangmang decided to push her luck further. She hugged Lu Sui from behind, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered in his ear, "Be good and wait for me after you've cleaned up."
"A bet is a bet. I won't go back on my word," Lu Sui turned around and pulled Wu Mangmang into his arms.
"So affectionate?" Lu Lin's voice sounded from not far away.
As she turned, Wu Mangmang leaned affectionately into Lu Sui's embrace. She was a troublemaker.She really wanted to see the drama of siblings tearing each other apart.
After all, she was a crazy bitch.
Actually, what beauty hadn’t fantasized about the scenario of two brothers turning against each other for her sake? Even the most explosive father-son rivalry over a woman was something she dared to imagine. Today, with siblings instead, the intensity might have dropped a bit, but it made up for it with novelty.
After being given the green light to act crazy, Wu Mangmang no longer had to hide the immense malice in her heart, nor pretend to be a pure white lotus—she could comfortably embrace her inner green tea bitch.
Lu Sui didn’t push Wu Mangmang away, but having such an oversized accessory hanging from his waist wasn’t exactly conducive to walking. So instead, he took her small hand and led her forward to meet Lu Lin.
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