Looking at the determination in Chen Feng's eyes, the instructor sighed inwardly. Chen Feng had grown up under his watch, which was why their conversation lacked the usual formality.
The instructor said, "Let's put this matter aside for now. Let that kid continue with the selection test. I will personally go and see what this guy is really capable of."
Suddenly, Chen Feng cracked a cunning smile and replied, "Great!"
After Chen Feng had left, the instructor lit a cigarette and sprawled in his chair.
"Zhao Guosheng, oh Zhao Guosheng, it's rare in my life that I've ever admired someone, and you're one of the few. I hope this turns out to be the right move," the instructor muttered to himself.
...
The young man's name was Meng Zhengyi, not the offspring of officials, military families, or wealthy merchants. He had come to participate in the selection on his own merit, which couldn't help but impress Fang Yi.
