"Instructor, you need to do something about Zhang Fan," Hua Ling's eyes were full of gunpowder, and it was just shy of a fuse.
Damn, a date with Ye Yanran?
Fuck, I can't tolerate this shit.
Hua Ling looked expectant, hoping Zhang Dongyang would put a stop to this behavior. Especially when he thought of the scene where Zhang Fan slighted Ye Yanran, he felt unsettled.
In this day and age, height isn't a barrier, age isn't an issue, what if Ye Yanran likes that sort of thing?
And as for Zhang Fan, his hardware isn't bad at all, a student who's nothing but skilled.
Zhang Dongyang pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Let him have a break, relaxation combined with work is the real deal."
With firearms, Zhang Fan is already doing quite well, with the submachine gun at a hundred meters, hitting the bullseye with twenty out of twenty shots, that's impressive.
Combat, this guy is also not bad, at least Hua Ling's group can't beat him.
