Chapter 4 — One bite, famous throughout the school

The team coach changed back to Co Dien. He stood at the front of the line, his uniform straight, his figure like a pine tree. Sunlight fell on his handsome face, as if covering it with a layer of golden light. Except… his lower lip was slightly red and slightly swollen. A layer of oil shines on it. It's like I just applied something. My heart "thumped" once. Isn't that... the tube of ointment I gave you yesterday? He seemed to notice my gaze, his eyes faintly swept over, meeting my gaze in mid-air. I felt like I was burned, immediately lowered my head, staring at the tip of my shoe. He did it on purpose. It was definitely intentional! "Everyone pay attention, turn around and look straight!" His voice was still cold, not a trace of emotion could be heard. During the entire morning of training, he no longer aimed at me, not even glanced at me once more. As if everything in the little forest last night was just a dream. I breathed a sigh of relief, but inside I felt a little disappointed. Just when I thought today could pass peacefully, before we dispersed, Co Dien suddenly spoke up. "Ha Mat." My body stiffened. The eyes of the entire company immediately turned to me. "Yes!" I stubbornly stepped out of the line. "Your team's movements are very incorrect." He looked at me, expressionless and said, "Come to my place this afternoon for private training." Private training? My mind immediately went into alarm. These four words sound like a Hong Mon party. "Report coach, I..." "This is an order." He coldly interrupted me, not giving me any chance to refuse. There was a burst of suppressed laughter and whispers around. "Wow, private lessons..." "I told you there was something going on!" My face turned red, I just wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl down. Co Dien! The bastard reports private revenge! In the afternoon, I felt like going to the execution ground and went to the coach's office. There was no one else in the room, only him. He sat behind the desk, cleaning a… pistol? I was startled, standing at the door, not daring to step in. "Report!" He raised his head and looked at me, faintly saying: "Come in." I slowly walked in. "Close the door." I was even more panicked, but still obediently closed the door. He put the gun in his hand on the table, stood up, and walked towards me. The tall figure carries a strong sense of oppression. I unconsciously took a step back. "Afraid of me?" he raised his eyebrows. “N… no.” I spoke stiffly. "That's good." He stopped in front of me, looking down from above. "The team's movements are not standard, the physical strength is also poor." "From today onwards, every afternoon I will personally train you more." His voice was not loud, but carried an atmosphere that did not allow for rebuttal. "First item," he pointed to the gun on the table, "learn this."Learn... learn to shoot? I was stunned. Although military training includes shooting content, that is also a behind-the-scenes story, moreover using rifles for training. And the gun on his desk... is a pistol! "Why, don't you dare?" Again this sentence. Why does this man like to use magic to provoke generals? I gritted my teeth: "Who says I don't dare?" "Very good." The corner of his mouth curled up in an almost invisible line. He held the gun on the table and stepped behind me. "Look closely, this is the most basic position to hold a gun." His warm chest was almost pressed against my back. My body immediately stiffened. He reached out his long arm, reached from back to front, grabbed my hand, and placed the cold gun in my palm. Then, his other hand covered mine, adjusting his position. His hand was wide and warm, completely covering mine. The heat transmitted from the palm of my hand, as if it wanted to melt me. My cheeks began to burn uncontrollably. “Relax.”