"First, he's young; he's only twelve this year. For a young man, a bit of arrogance isn't a problem, what's important is that he has talent; secondly, his hometown is within the pass." Lan Cheng said, "These past two years, while Yizhou suffered from floods, they have stolen quite a few good seeds from us."
Mr. Zhuang said expressionlessly, "In the end, someone has chilled their hearts. Otherwise, who would be willing to leave home to study?"
Lan Cheng lowered his flushed eyes and suppressed the thoughts in his heart, "We're just a bunch of poor teachers, what can we really do?"
Mr. Zhuang remained silent.
"In any case," Lan Cheng suppressed all his thoughts and smiled at him, "his selection was entirely fair and square, you can rest assured."
Mr. Zhuang finally relaxed, nodded, and said, "Well, that's good."
