Once the resource allocation ended, Zhao Gongzheng and Wu Shan strolled away. The students of Field No. 8 also headed home, noisily chatting along the way.
Liu Zili still took the same route as Jiang Qiu, walking through the Slum Area's alleyways beneath the shadows cast by old streetlights in the sunset.
"Jiang Qiu, thank you." Liu Zili clasped two warm, glowing blue reagent bottles in her palm. The corners of her lips lifted, revealing teeth as white as snow. "For being willing to teach me spearwork and helping me familiarize myself with your Spear Sense."
"If you can learn something, that's your talent. There's only so much I can help with in a few days."
Jiang Qiu shoved both hands deep into his pockets and walked slowly, his swaying sleeves wrapping around his toned arms.
"Mm..." Liu Zili's short inward-curving hair swayed across her vision. Her eyes curved as her voice lingered softly. "You'll be going to the Military Department for testing in a few days, right? I hope you pass and get into the Heavenly Prodigy Project..."
"I will."
His light voice was like a flag planted in her heart. When she slightly raised her head to look at him, the bridge of Jiang Qiu's nose gleamed orange in the sunset, while his left eye, gazing ahead, resembled the pole star in a dim night sky.
He was still as confident as ever, as though there were no goal he could not overcome.
That feeling was wonderful, but sadly, they would soon drift farther and farther apart.
General Mo's gift, Director Zhao's support, the opportunity to enter the Heavenly Prodigy Project—like a bright moon in the dead of night, he drew the attention of so many people.
If he really passed the Military Department's test, he would spend