When Fang Huai stepped out of Minister Lv's office, it was nearly five o'clock.
Minister Lv affectionately grabbed Fang Huai's shoulder.
"Fang Huai, come by more often! Share your thoughts with me!"
"Yes, Teacher!"
When he went in, it was "superior," during the conversation, it turned into "Minister Lv," and finally, Minister Lv asked him to call him "Teacher Lv."
Just before leaving the office, Minister Lv said, "From now on, you should call me Teacher!"
As the saying goes, a half sentence more for awkward conversations, a thousand cups too few amongst kindred spirits.
Minister Lv had forgotten about that "Number 1." In his mind, Fang Huai's image became much more concrete; he felt that just calling him "Number 1" on the training field was far from enough to describe him.
The chosen one.
Some people truly cannot be judged by their age—youth endows them with nothing but a richer imagination.
