Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3365 looks very manly
After practicing for about a quarter of an hour, a little sweat broke out on Qiao Chengfan's forehead.

He unscrewed the mineral water, sat and drank it while watching other students practice shooting.

Most of them didn't play well, but a few did well, and Qiao Chengfan stared at them several times.

"As far as your current level is concerned, it's not bad to win the third place. It's probably an excellent award." A deep voice came, accompanied by steady footsteps.

Qiao Chengfan turned his head.

Why is old Joe here?

Josnian wore a black shirt without a tie, and one button on the collar was undone, looking very manly.

As soon as he came in, he attracted the attention of many students.

Qiao Chengfan straightened his back, not to embarrass his father.

But he was a little unconvinced: "I played very well."

"Would you like your father to call you and let you know what is good." Josnian stood in front of his son.

Qiao Chengfan curled his lips, and stared into Old Qiao's eyes for a long while, he hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Yeah."

Josnian's eyes were always full of confidence. He walked to the nearest shooting gun to them, bent down, took aim, and lightly pulled the trigger.

There are many students onlookers, both male and female.

The main reason was that Josnian was too handsome to ignore him.

Qiao Chengfan straightened his waist even more, his face was full of pride, his eyes seemed to say, this is my dad.

Whether he admits it or not, Old Qiao is indeed excellent, with an aura that cannot be ignored.

Several bullets were fired one after another, and the crowd exclaimed "Wow".

Qiao Chengfan looked calm and calm on the outside, but his heart was agitated. Old Qiao...is too powerful.

Josnian put down his gun and said calmly, "At your level, practice hard. When I was your age, I was much better than you."

"No picture, no truth." Qiao Chengfan objected.

"Don't play tricks with me. I happen to be free today. I'll teach you how to practice for a while. After the practice, we'll go out for dinner."

"Why did you come to school?"

"Can't come?"

"can……"

Qiao Chengfan put down the mineral water bottle, stood beside Old Qiao, and shot targets with him.

Qiao Chengfan was like a miniature version of Josnian. The father and son were very similar, especially when they looked serious and serious. They were almost identical, which attracted the attention of everyone on the field. Even the teacher stopped training to watch.

"Concentrate." Josnian knew what Qiao Chengfan was thinking, "They are looking at your father, not you."

"..." Qiao Chengfan, who was poured with a basin of cold water, felt chilly.

"Bang," Josnian held Qiao Chengfan's hand and hit the bull's-eye.

After being trained by Josnian several times, Qiao Chengfan found the feeling.

Both father and son's posture and technique were taught by the same master, so naturally there was no difference. Qiao Chengfan followed Josnian and learned quickly.

Josnian gradually let go of his grip and let Qiao Chengfan practice by himself.

Qiao Chengfan's playing has obviously improved a lot.

Josnian sat on the sidelines and watched him, pointing occasionally, his eyes narrowed slightly, with doting tenderness in his eyes.

The school is a relatively pure place. Here, he is not some kind of president, nor is he Master Qiao, but Qiao Chengfan's father.

Qiao Chengfan probably found the feeling. After practicing for a long time, the better he played, the more he couldn't stop playing.

There are not fewer people watching around, but there are still many.

Josnian glanced at his watch: "It's almost time, let's go and eat."

(End of this chapter)