Right Here Waiting For You

The boy suddenly stopped in confusion and turned around, "Senior Li, is something wrong!?"

"I see that you shot well just now. Let's do this. You can continue practicing here and leave when you can hit the 20-meter bullseye." Li Yanmo's voice was indifferent.

"What!?" The boy was stunned.

The bullseye at twenty meters was about the size of a soybean. He couldn't hit it at ten meters, let alone twenty meters.

"I, I can't do it at all." He was still in a hurry to go home for dinner.

Li Yanmo took a step forward and raised his lips slightly, "I believe you can do it. If you can't..."

As he spoke, he stopped, glanced at the president, and his voice became colder, "If he can't even hit the twenty-meter bullseye, there's no point in staying in the shooting club."

"But I'm not the only student who can't hit the 20-meter bullseye. Why should I be asked to leave the shooting club?" The boy was immediately unconvinced.

"I value you so much. If you disappoint me, who will get away if you don't?" Li Yanmo smiled lightly and talked nonsense seriously. People who didn't know would think that he had put a lot of effort into him.

With such a big hat off, the boy looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

You can't say that I don't need your attention, right?

If this offends the rising star in the shooting world, he probably won't have to hang out in the future.

The president immediately looked at him sympathetically.

It's obvious that Ning Tiantian is Li Yanmo's person, he actually dares to provoke her, if he doesn't get beaten to death by Li Yanmo, he will take his surname in the future!

The other boys were originally planning to ask Ning Tiantian for her contact information, but when they saw this scene, they immediately shrank their heads and hurriedly did what they were supposed to do.

After leaving the shooting club, Ning Tiantian glanced at him faintly, "Brother Mo, actually, you don't have to be angry. I won't really give him my contact information anyway."

"Do you think I did this to him because he asked for your contact information?"

"Otherwise?" Ning Tiantian took a big step forward and stopped in front of him, staring at him with her dark eyes.

Li Yanmo lowered his head, looked at her, and said lightly, "I really like him."

After saying that, he walked past her without looking back.

"Really optimistic!? I guess you don't even know his name!" Ning Tiantian couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, quickly caught up with him, grabbed his arm, pointed to the dessert shop on campus, and signaled him to stop. Come down, "Brother Mo, wait for me. I want to go there to drink strawberry-flavored milk tea."

"It's none of my business." Li Yanmo said, but his steps stopped.

"I didn't bring any money, so I wanted to borrow your wallet." Before he could say whether he agreed or not, Ning Tiantian's little hands went directly into the pocket of his pants and rummaged around to find his wallet.

Under the bright spring sun, Li Yanmo suddenly froze on the spot.

The March day was already warm, and he was only wearing a pair of pants. When she put her hand into the pocket of his pants, she could feel every pore of his through the thin layer of fabric in the pocket. Feeling the warmth of her little hand, she moved dishonestly at the base of his most sensitive thigh.

His skin couldn't help but become hot, and his lower abdomen began to tighten, and then strings of flames shot up. Li Yanmo's breathing became slightly heavier and he scolded her, "Ning Tiantian, take your hands out."

"Don't worry, wait until I take out my wallet." Ning Tiantian has found her wallet, but for some reason, it seems to be stuck somewhere and she can't get it out.

Coupled with Li Yanmo's constant urging, she suddenly became a little anxious. She simply leaned down and lowered her head to bring herself closer to his trouser pocket...