"I'm telling you guys, this time we only brought out eight people, specifically chosen for their good image! Selecting you means we recognize you! Control your swearing and such during the event!"
On the way to Guiyang No.1 Middle School, Cao Yi kept chattering on the two-way radio.
Unexpectedly, the radio hadn't yet gone beyond the squadron's communication range.
A crackling noise, then Ye Jiahong's voice came through:
"Damn it, Old Cao, aren't you going a bit too far? If you want someone with a good image, I and another are both leaders. You're already thirty, and I'm just twenty-eight, better looking than you too. Why in hell are you the one to go?"
"Hahaha..."
Cao Yi's face darkened, and after a long pause, he picked up the radio:
"I have a daughter! She's in the first grade! Getting to know the teachers and leadership at No.1 School early on is good for pulling strings later, isn't it?! What can a bachelor like you compare with?"
