Recommendation Tickets, please.
These training outlines of Chen Xiaojun's had all been submitted to Chen Cong for review and decision.
Although leading a team out for tempering was naturally no problem for him, and arena bouts were something he handled with ease, truly drilling an entire team in earnest was honestly a first for him.
Truly drilling an entire team in earnest was honestly a first for him.
Chen Cong stood before the desk with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze slightly lowered. "There is more than enough height in individual strengthening, but the finer points of team coordination still seem lacking."
The tip of his goat-hair brush tapped twice against the edge of the green jade inkstone. "Too sharp-edged, and lacking composure. Treat this as a trial, then."
Of course, Chen Cong did not voice these assessments aloud. He merely raised his brush over the regulations and wrote a single word: "Approved."
Chen Cong's evaluation was that their individual level was more than sufficient, their team refinement was lacking, they had ample edge but insufficient steadiness, and everything still awaited testing.
As for Chang'an Academy, in Zhuang Mochen's words, with the strength of an enhanced Middle Department team, plus Chen Xiaojun holding the fort, let alone fighting for a place in the semifinals, even taking first in the Provincial Preliminary Competition was very possible.
In a situation where victory was practically assured, he could mess around however he liked and act freely.
Chen Xiaojun smacked his lips, gave a derisive laugh, and said, "Fifth Child, why don't you tell me what's going on with this Wang Baoqiang?"
Chen Mu stared at him speechlessly. "Oh? You already recruited him into the team, and now you're asking me? You don't know?"
Chen Xiaojun spread his hands. "He