Li Gui and Li Kui
"Here you are, Jiang Xiaopi." A middle-aged man's voice came from beside him.
"Huh?" Jiang Xiao reluctantly pulled his gaze back from the field and looked at the person beside him.
"Ah, Leader, good morning." Jiang Xiao stood up and greeted him with a grin.
"Sit." Wu Ji pressed one hand against Jiang Xiao's shoulder and pushed him back into his seat.
Jiang Xiao said, "You're really well-informed, Leader. I've only been watching for a little while."
Wu Ji waved his hand. "Don't call me Leader. Just call me Brother Wu."
Clearly, both Jiang Xiao and Wu Ji felt a certain mutual appreciation.
Jiang Xiao was the sort of person who believed that if someone respected him by an inch, he would repay them with ten feet.
Wu Ji was not only in charge of the National Team's individual competition, but had also been a soldier in the former Pioneering Army. Two years ago, when the Night Watch Army had summoned Jiang Xiao for a mission during that National Team season, Wu Ji had let him go without a second word.
That alone was nothing special. After all, the order had come from above. What truly moved Jiang Xiao was Wu Ji's attitude when seeing him off.
Were there not plenty of leaders who curled their lips, acted superior, and threw their weight around just because they had a little authority? An ordinary person could never say something like, "Comrade, come back alive."
Of course, words had to be spoken to the right person. Jiang Xiao and Wu Ji were clearly the same kind of people.
"You've been watching her this whole time. What do you think? Does she look familiar?" Wu Ji said with a smile as he looked down at the match.
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