Cui Bo felt that time flew by; a month had passed before he really felt it slipping away.
After a month of shooting practice, Cui Bo's marksmanship had improved significantly. In that month, he fired about ten thousand rounds. Aside from the first few days when Cui Bo was just carelessly shooting to get used to the feel of the gun, for the rest of the days, he had to take careful aim and concentrate on every shot. So, firing ten thousand rounds in a month was quite a lot. Moreover, after the initial period of cheap standard ammunition, Cui Bo was shooting expensive high-precision bullets. Just on ammunition alone, he had spent over five thousand US dollars.
However, ever since Cui Bo got involved with that black woman named Tutu at the shooting range, he started coming home noticeably later every day. It wasn't obvious at first, but nearly a week after the black woman had flipped the tables on him, even Gao Yang began to notice that Cui Bo's steps were a bit unsteady.