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Chen Xiaojun had submitted all these training outlines to Chen Cong for review and approval.
Though leading a team through trials was normally no trouble for him, and arena bouts were something he handled with ease, this was truly his first time putting an entire team through serious training.
But this was truly his first time putting an entire team through serious training.
Chen Cong stood before the desk with his hands behind his back, his gaze slightly lowered. There is more than enough emphasis on individual strength, but the finer points of teamwork remain lacking.
He tapped the tip of his goat-hair brush twice against the edge of the Green Jade Inkstone. Too much sharpness, not enough steadiness. Let this serve as a trial.
Of course, Chen Cong did not voice these judgments. He merely took up his brush and wrote "Approved" on the plan.
Chen Cong's assessment was that it offered ample individual strength but insufficient precision in teamwork, plenty of sharpness but too little steadiness. Everything remained to be tested.
As for Chang'an Academy, in Zhuang Mocheng's words, with an enhanced version of the Middle Division's team strength and Chen Xiaojun holding the fort, securing a place in the semifinals was hardly worth mentioning. Even taking first place in the provincial preliminary was quite possible.
With victory so firmly in their grasp, he could tinker however he liked and act with a free hand.
Chen Xiaojun curled his lip and gave a scoffing laugh. "Fifth, tell me, what's the story with this Wang Baoqiang?"
Chen Mu stared at him, speechless. "Well, well. You've already recruited him into the team, and now you're asking me? You don't know?"
Chen Xiaojun spread his hands. "He only appeared a little over a