Anyway, Bella didn't want to teach her anymore. After all, he was in his prime. He wanted to live for a few more years. He took out his mobile phone and dashed out without thinking.
Sara was rooted to the spot in a daze for a while. She held Medusa in her hand, didn't know what to do.
Hank held his chin with one hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sara walked over and said, "Bella said that he had something to deal with, so he couldn't teach me anymore."
Hank replied indifferently, "I see."
Sara looked at him cautiously and asked, "Master Bishop, can you teach me?"
Hank's purpose was achieved. He began to show his pride, "What about the tuition fee?"
"You still want tuition fee." Sara said with her face scrunched up. She thought of something and her face turned red. She pursed her lips and bent over to peck on Hank's cheek, "... It should be enough."
Hank felt that the kid was really obedient, and at the same time, he wanted to tease her again. He raised his eyebrows deliberately and said in a teasing tone, "I mean you pay me money. Why did you kiss me?"
Sara's face was burning as if it was going to bleed. She clenched her fists tightly and said, "... But, but I don't have money..."
"You don't have money?" Hank looked up at her slender and white neck. The red mole on the left side of her neck looked even more seducing on her snow-white skin, making people's throat itch.
He reached out to hold her warm skin. Looking at Sara, whose eyes were widened like a frightened animal, he couldn't help but laugh. He pulled her into his lap and said in a husky voice, "If you let me kiss you, I won't ask you for money."
Sara glared at him and asked sincerely, "Master Bishop, are you bullying me?"
Hank felt smug instead of ashamed, "So, are you going to pay for it or not?"
Sara was speechless. She had no idea on dealing with Hank, so she could only obey and closed her eyes tightly.
Hank's lips fell on the red mole on her neck, leaving a soft touch on it. She heard Hank's hoarse voice, "... Your mole is on the wrong place."
Sara touched her neck unconsciously and whispered, "...My mother said the same thing too."
Hank laughed and said, "Did your mother think that this mole is very attractive too?"
Sara was speechless.
Sara felt so embarrassed. Her face was burning, it was even redder than a tomato.
He, he, he, he... how could he say that!
"My mom said that it's not good to have a red mole here..." Sara stammered and explained, "When I was a child, an old priest told me that the two red moles on my body will bring bad luck to my life..."
Hank's eyes darkened, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, "I think it looks good."
"Yeah, me too." Sara nodded and said with determination, "We must maintain the democracy, peace, freedom, justice, integrity, and kindness of our country! We must be determined and defeat all the bad fortune and devils!"
Hank was speechless.
That kid must have gone crazy after too much of studying.
Fine, it's up to you since you looked cute. He thought.
When Hank stood up, Sara only realized that she was sitting on his lap. She was startled. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Hank's waist. Her arms were also wrapped around Hank's neck tightly, and she shrieked, "Ah!"
"Don't worry. I won't drop you." Although Hank was clenched by her limbs, he still could walk quickly. He said leisurely, "Why are you so light? You only eat a little every time. No wonder you can't grow taller."
Sara's height had been criticized continuously, so she felt extremely wronged, "I've eaten a lot! I ate two bowls of soup yesterday!"
Hank looked at her coldly and said, "Just two bowls of soup, and I fed you. How dare you mention about it?"
Sara said nothing.
Hank placed her on the ground steadily and said, "How did Bella teach you just now?"
Sara posed a gesture of shooting.
Hank said casually, "Actually, posture doesn't matter. It's to fool the outsider. The most important thing is that your hands must be steady."
He raised his exquisite chin. His gaze was cold and evil, which made him look like a good-looking devil in hell who could devour humans and was full of indescribable charm despite looking depraved.
Sara retracted her gaze secretly and pretended to listen carefully, nodded.
Hank said casually, "Show me a shot."
"Okay." Sara pulled the trigger, aiming at the fixed target in front of her.
Boom!
Sara's hands were numb from the recoil. She didn't even hold the gun firmly.
dropping it directly to the ground.
Hank squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you okay?"
Sara rubbed her red palm and shook her head, "It's okay... I didn't expect the knock- back of the gun to be so strong."
Hank took her hand, frowned and said, "The knock-back of Medusa is relatively weak. If it's a submachine gun..." He paused for a moment and said, "Anyway, you won't come in contact with it. Is it still sore?"
"Nope." Sara said, shaking her head. At that moment, she felt more numb than painful.
Hank bent down and picked up the gun, "If you want to hit every target, you have to know more about the gun first. You need to know its trajectory, the force of recoil, and the range of shooting..." He wrapped both of his hands around Sara's and said, "Let's do it again.
In fact, it was difficult for Sara to concentrate in his embrace. There was just an uneasy feeling all over her body, especially the familiar wooden scent that was constantly sniffed by her nose...
Hank chuckled, his voice was very close to her. As his husky and magnetic voice became clearer, Sara's earlobe was turning red gradually.
"Hey kid." Hank smiled and patted her forehead, "Be focused."
"...I'm very focused." Sara refocused her attention with a guilty conscience, "I've been listening."
She took a deep breath, fixed her eyes straight at the target in front of her, and then pulled the trigger again.
Of course, she still missed the target. However, as Hank was supporting her, she didn't feel much impact. Perhaps she had adapted to the numbness, so she didn't feel uncomfortable.
Hank said calmly, "Try a few more times, be familiar with it before you practice for the accuracy."
Sara nodded.
Hank let go of her hand and disassembled another two guns. From time to time, he would give Sara some guidance. Sara enjoyed it very much. Until 5:30 pm, Hank looked at the time and said, "What do you want to eat tonight?" Sara's arm was sore, so she had to put down Medusa in her hand. She asked doubtfully, "Aren't we going back for dinner tonight?"
Within a short period, Hank had assembled a pile of parts again. He chuckled and said, "I'll take you out to a meal. What do you want to eat?"