Rebirth of the National Male God

He stretched out his hand, indicating that Si Huang was still holding the real gun in his hand.

Sihuang handed it over.

I saw Qin Fan fluttering with his hands, and before he could see clearly, a May Fourth pistol turned into a pile of parts.

This...isn't more than 3 seconds? The thought of Si Huang just came up, Qin Fan started again, faster than when he disassembled, and reassembled the pistol again.

"Did you see clearly?" Qin Fan asked.

Sihuang said honestly, "No."

Qin Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and he disassembled it again. This time, he controlled his hand speed and tried to slow down as much as possible. It took about 6 seconds to disassemble the pistol into parts.

"What about this time?"

"Um."

"remember?"

"remember."

Qin Fan nodded, assembled the pistol again at a slow speed for him, and handed it to Si Huang.

Si Huang stared at the pistol for a few seconds before slowly trying to dismantle it by himself.

Qin Fan taught on the side: "Don't pursue speed for the first time. The important thing is to find the right feeling and find the right order. As long as the order is right, the disassembly can be successful."

Si Huang didn't speak, he focused on it, and it took about ten seconds to successfully disassemble a table of pistol parts.

"Well done!" Qin Fan exclaimed.

Sihuang immediately felt that the top of her head was violated by another big palm. She took a step back and opened Qin Fan's thief's hand with a "pop".

Qin Fan met her cold and sharp eyes, neither embarrassed nor angry, "Now put it back together again."

"Don't touch my head again." Si Huang said, and went to assemble the firearm.

The previous disassembly strengthened her memory, and the assembly was faster than disassembly, and there was no mistake.

"It takes 11 seconds to disassemble and 9 seconds to assemble, which is comparable to an ordinary soldier." Qin Fan commented.

Sihuang remained calm, neither proud nor inferior, and continued to play with the gun in his hand.

Qin Fan looked at her fingers. The slender, white and slender fingers contrasted sharply with the black metal gun body. For some reason, his heart seemed to be stabbed, and there was an urge to hold the other's fingers.

This impulse was quickly crushed into the deep sea of ​​reason by Qin Fan, and he continued to say to Si Huang, "If you can increase the speed to 5 seconds in half a month, I will promise you one thing."

Si Huang's eyes flickered, "How long did it take you to upgrade to 5 seconds?"

Qin Fan was amused, thought for a while and replied, "Ten days."

"Then I will also be within ten days." Si Huang said.

"My situation is special, and the physique of ordinary people is different." Qin Fan's words were vague.

Sihuang Xin said: Is my physique that of an ordinary person? The corners of his mouth twitched on the surface, "It's more interesting to break your record with the physique of an ordinary person."

Seeing her like this, Qin Fan didn't say much, and didn't tell her that it took ten days to increase the speed of disassembling and assembling firearms to within 5 seconds, when he was 7 years old.

"So confident, why don't you think about what you want me to do after success."

Si Huang looked at him inquiringly. She didn't mention anything to help herself, but what did he mean by mentioning it again and again?

"What Dou Wenqing can do, I can do."

Si Huang's heart skipped a beat, and when he met the man's deep gaze, there was no room for anyone to escape.

"Who do you think is more credible than Dou Wenqing and me?"

Si Huang didn't think about it for a long time, and said frankly, "You."

Qin Fan's stern expression softened, "Then tell me, what do you want from Dou Wenqing?" Before Si Huang could answer, he continued, "There are better and safer options, so why take the risk."

Indeed, Qin Fan is obviously safer than Dou Wenqing, and it is more convenient to use him to accomplish what he wants to do than to use Dou Wenqing, why have you never thought about him?

Si Huang's mind flashed.

use!

She didn't want to use Qin Fan.

The reason is that simple.

Si Huang stopped his thoughts, raised his head and looked at Qin Fan as if he would not give up until he got an answer. He rolled his eyes and said, "Because Dou Wenqing won't ask me why."

"Do you think this is a good thing?" Qin Fan's eyes filled with anger.

"Whether it's a good thing or not, I believe he will promise me this."

"You'd rather trust someone you've only met once than trust me?"

Qin Fan pursed his lips tightly, his fists clenched silently, and he was so anxious. He thought: Bad boy is so troublesome! If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him... Where did all the nonsense come from, just beat him up!

The aura of the man's body exuded, making the atmosphere solidified and tense again.

Under the pressure of his momentum, Sihuang looked inexplicable, stared at him for several seconds, and suddenly said: "You are right, I will complete the task of disassembling and assembling firearms within ten days, and then let you help me. ."

What?

Qin Fan was stunned for a moment, and his anger was poured down by a basin of water.

"you……"

He looked inexplicable, but Sihuang was indifferent, "Don't say you can't do it then."

Qin Fan didn't speak, but his expression clearly and silently refuted her words.

The pair also spent the night at the hilltop club this evening. The rooms in the club are not bad, having a private bathroom is the key.

It was just before dawn in the morning when Si Huang was woken up by a knock on the door. Fortunately, her usual biological clock was quite early, otherwise it would be really bad to be woken up early in the morning.

She simply groomed, put on her clothes and went to open the door, and saw Qin Fan standing at the door wearing a training suit.

"Go in and change." Qin Fan handed her the clothes in his hand, paused and said, "New, no one wears it."

The tone of the latter sentence was obviously a little impatient, probably because she thought she was a little troublesome.

Si Huang raised his eyebrows, didn't explain anything, took the training suit and closed the door by the way.

A few minutes later, she opened the door again and came out. She was wearing a dark blue and near-black training suit that was resistant to dirt, wear, and breathable, which made her taller and straighter. The black hair on her forehead was a little wet and messy. Wet, his eyes were still half-squinted lazily, and he squinted at Qin Fan, "What?"