C558 It Was a Wasted Trip

"Father, I'm aware of who Feng Yixiu is. He's nothing but a poor student from a no-name school—what kind of background could he possibly have?"

"Plus, he's on some bottom-tier team that barely scraped through the preliminaries. They lucked into advancing to the Central China Competition. Don't let him pull the wool over your eyes!" Qi Shaoshang, nursing the stinging imprint of a slap on his face