Ye Shaohua was naturally intelligent since childhood.
When others her age were still learning, she was already capable of teaching them.
Back then, Mr. Nie scorned the ineptitude of those sent to South Island and had them all taught by Ye Shaohua.
Ye Shaohua spent nearly every day from six in the morning until ten at night at the training ground.
With a teapot in his hands, Mu Xingzhi only reacted when the scalding tea overflowed and burned his hand, causing his pale fingers to swell and redden.
At that time, the situation on both islands was not optimistic, and he had deeply concealed his thoughts. Yet, surprisingly, they had been penetrated by Mr. Nie.
No wonder the last trace had sought him out.
He smiled faintly, "I didn't expect Mr. Nie to be so well-informed."
Some doubts that he had never understood in his heart were finally cleared up.