"What? I…" What the hell? How heartless! Bryan was miffed by all their teasing.
He was still holding onto his wine glass, but now he did not know whether to drink or not. "Why is my life so terrible?"
All of these people he looked up to as older brothers only knew how to tease him all the time.
The meal soon ended after their continued bouts of teasing.
"Let's go over now." Yvonne led the way.
It was getting a little dark outside which made shooting even more difficult now.
The men were eager to get going. It had been a while since they trained together, so they wanted to make the best of it.
Hanson was worried that Vania might not enjoy spending time at the shooting range, so he whispered into her ear, "If you don't want to go, we can just continue sitting here for a while."
He spoke very softly so they were the only ones who knew what he was saying.
"Why wouldn't I want to go? I'd love to join in on the fun with everyone, and most importantly, I want you to teach me personally."
While speaking, Vania purposely tickled Hanson's palm.
It made Hanson feel like his heart was being tickled too. He squeezed her fingers as a warning.
Yvonne, who was walking beside them, kept her eyes fixed on them.
Even though she could not hear what they said, she did not miss the intimate air between them, so she intentionally raised her voice and asked, "What are you two whispering to each other about? You're smiling so happily."
"Since you know we were whispering, why are you asking? That doesn't seem very polite," Vania responded evenly.
Yvonne frowned in displeasure. "I'm just making a joke. Why are you taking it so seriously?"
She strode off to the side without giving Vania time to reply.
The attendants were already clearing up the place. They were halfway up a mountain and the shooting range was nestled right in the middle of the surrounding forest. This increased the difficulty yet again, and the men were thrilled.
"Dear sirs and ma'ams, do you need anything else?" an attendant asked politely.
"Bring some juice for us," Yvonne instructed.
"Yes, ma'am. Please give us a moment."
Bryan was testing out one of the guns. "Should we compete on something? It'd be boring to just play without a bet."
"What do you want to compete on?" Thomas studied the gun in his hand and was satisfied with it.
Hanson also took a look around the shooting range in satisfaction before patting Bryan on the shoulder. "First, you should think about whether you're actually able to win before suggesting a competition."
"It would be a pity if you set up the rules of the competition only to lose in the end," April added ruthlessly.
Bryan refused to listen to them. "If I win, when grandpa tries to punish me in the future, you all will need to put in a good word for me."
As pitiful as he was, this was all he could ask for.
"That's easy. We'll go with that," Liam, Hanson, and Thomas all responded in unison.
"What if you lose?" Thomas asked.
"You can do whatever you want to me if I lose." He did not believe that he would still lose against them this time.
"Fine. It's a deal," Liam confirmed sternly. He was not letting Bryan back out of this.
April did his best to hold his laughter in. "Bryan, I think you shouldn't try to compete after all. Otherwise, I don't think I'll be able to save you anymore."
He was the one who often helped Bryan by making up stories on his behalf and inviting him out for some fun.
However, Bryan felt like he was absolutely going to win today. He felt like he had lady luck on his side, so he patted April and said, "Hey, friend. Don't squash my confidence, alright? Just wait and see."
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