Yang Ping's office.
Zhaxi sat down, the notebook already open, ready to record. This was a habit he cultivated after following Yang Ping; whenever he entered Professor Yang's office, he had to be prepared to take notes. Because every word Yang Ping said might be a piece of knowledge or a career-changing reminder.
Yang Ping placed the teacup on the table, took out a folder from the drawer, and opened it. Zhaxi glanced at it and saw that inside was a form, densely packed with words, and some squares, some checked, some empty.
"This is your training plan." Yang Ping pushed the folder over, "I've customized one based on your foundation."
