After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

Jiahe Garden, sea view villa.

The new university town project was progressing smoothly. Song Lingxiao was in a good mood. She turned down social activities outside and went home to spend time with her relatives.

When Song Lingyan came back from training in the afternoon, she encountered her eldest brother at home. She immediately became energetic and pulled him to her bedroom on the second floor. The two brothers and sisters whispered.

"What? Fake marriage?!"

"Why would you agree to such an outrageous thing?"

When Song Lingxiao heard the agreement reached privately between her sister and Li Jingchen, her usually calm and composed expression changed.

Song Lingyan said confidently: "Mom deserves five percent of the shares, why shouldn't she?"

"Then there's no need to use this method, right?"

Song Lingxiao thought about her sister's future and broke the heart of Big Brother: "The PE consortium is well-known, and Li Jingchen is the heir to the consortium. With his status there, even if the marriage is fake, it will be publicized and everyone will know it." You know, he doesn’t care if you break up in the future, it will have a bad impact on you.”

"It's just a game that has nothing to do with love."

Song Lingyan smiled indifferently: "What impact does it have on me?"

"You are not an ordinary person now."

Song Lingxiao persuaded her earnestly: "In China, you are considered a rising star in the shooting world that attracts much attention, and your every move is closely watched. For you, marrying into a wealthy family is the icing on the cake, but once you break up, it will attract a lot of criticism. At that time, there will be many people who praise the high and disdain the low.”

"Let them say whatever they want."

Song Lingyan still looked indifferent: "Anyway, I don't want to get married in this life. It's worth it if I can exchange a game for the benefits I deserve."

"You girl."

Song Lingxiao was frustrated: "Let the elder brother tell you what is good for you."

"Brother, just agree."

Song Lingyan laughed happily, hugging her eldest brother's arm and trying to please her: "Your sister, I'm not that stupid. It must be beneficial to our family, so I will do this."

Song Lingxiao frowned: "Do you really treat marriage as a game?"

"Yes."

Song Lingyan smiled and nodded: "It's not just a game."

Song Lingxiao's soul asked: "Why don't you want to get married?"

Song Lingyan stopped smiling, and a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.

"Yanyan, you are only eighteen years old."

Song Lingxiao's eyes showed worry: "Although eldest brother also thinks that no one is worthy of my precious sister, but a person's life is really long and has great variables."

"Brother still hopes that you can seriously consider marriage. Maybe one day in the future, you will meet someone you like and have the idea of ​​marrying him and having children. By then, you may regret it. Impulse."

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"Will not."

Song Lingyan's eyebrows dimmed: "That day will never come."

"Yanyan."

The worry in Song Lingxiao's eyes was even greater: "Is that person really that important to you? Are you unwilling to accept anyone else for his sake?"

There was a long silence in the bedroom.

Song Lingyan lowered her eyelids and didn't speak for a long time.

Song Lingxiao's eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes that couldn't be resolved.

~

Physical Education College, fan-shaped shooting range.

"Bang bang."

Two gunshots were fired in succession, and as the girl quickly turned around, two clouds of colored smoke floated over the shooting range.

Song Lingyan hit two shots in a row, put down his arm, filled the shotgun with bullets, and walked to another target position.

"Xiao Song is so powerful today. He has hit all 30 shots in a row."

"If this momentum continues, there is a great chance of winning first place in the national team internal selection competition."

Two leaders from the School of Physical Education, accompanied by Coach Liu, entered the shooting range to watch the training.

When Coach Liu heard the compliments from the two men, he was not as excited as before, but rather worried.

No one knows his best disciple better than he does. Song Lingyan's aura was fully open and his shooting was accurate.

On the surface, the outstanding results are indeed very exciting.

However, he saw an unusual low pressure in his beloved disciple.

When the pistol fires rapidly, the murderous aura she invisibly reveals becomes stronger, and the shooting becomes more accurate.

The feeling today is the same as the rapid fire.

The better her grades and the more accurate her shooting, the more he felt that she was in a bad mood.

There was an unbreakable depression filling her heart, and she wanted to vent it out through shooting.

"Bang bang."

There were two more gunshots, and two clouds of colored smoke floated over the shooting range.

The rapid sound of gunfire seemed to hit the apex of people's hearts.

The two leaders laughed happily, and Coach Liu's brows tightened.

After seeing off the two leaders, he couldn't help but interrupt the training with the privilege of a coach.

"Xiao Song, the most taboo thing about shooting is to train with emotions. Don't forget that what you are holding is a shotgun, not a sweeping broom."

"Firearms are very dangerous. If you accidentally discharge the gun, you will be killed. Training with emotions will double the risk."

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"Uh."

It was rare for Song Lingyan to see Coach Liu speak in such a stern tone, and she was confused for a moment.

"Put away the firearms, no more training in the morning."

Coach Liu wanted to enlighten her and deliberately talked about something else to relieve the depressed atmosphere: "Whatever you want for lunch, coach will treat you."

"It's only 10 o'clock?"

Song Lingyan wanted to say that it was too early to eat now and the cafeteria wasn't open yet.

Seeing Coach Liu's rare solemn expression, he still swallowed his words.

"Let's go out to eat."

Coach Liu pretended to be relaxed: "By the way, take a walk on the beach, enjoy the sea breeze, and refresh your mind."

"it is good."

Although Song Lingyan didn't know why he came so suddenly, she still followed his wishes, put away the firearm, and followed him out of the training ground.

~

In the golden autumn of October, the autumn air is crisp and clear.

The master and apprentice had a rare leisure time and took a leisurely walk along the coastline.

The refreshing sea breeze blew the girl's flowing short hair, and three thousand hair strands were flying in the wind. Under the warm autumn sun, the youthful and carefree smiling face became even more dazzling.

"Xiao Song, in the past few days, I see that you have been very worried. Did something happen?"

Coach Liu believes that as her coaching coach, it is necessary to care about her players in all aspects, especially ideological work, which is more important than shooting training.

After all, for shooters, mentality determines the future, and mentality determines destiny.

"No."

Song Lingyan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously denied it.

"It's written on your face..."

Coach Liu didn't believe it. He pointed at the center of her eyebrows and joked seriously: "Right in the middle of her forehead, there is a capital word "有" written on it. I can't hide it even if I want to."

"Is it so obvious?"

Song Lingyan was amused and felt like joking with him: "I obviously covered it with magic, why can you still see it?"

"The coach has a sharp eye and can see through all the illusions in the world."

Coach Liu's childlike innocence made him perform monkey tricks with his bare hands, and he made a move like Sun Wukong playing with a golden cudgel. Song Lingyan couldn't help laughing.

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