This praise, reserved only for Zhang Yi, stood in stark contrast to the criticism of her own flaws.
It was something the perpetually proud and arrogant Lu Mei found difficult to accept.
On the way to the hall of the small training camp,
Lu Mei kept stealing glances,
sizing up Zhang Yi, who was walking almost shoulder-to-shoulder with her, a mere ten centimeters or so away.
From Lu Mei's point of view,
Zhang Yi's expression was composed. He showed no sign of pride on his face despite Instructor Li Qiongtian's recent praise.
Instead, his steps were steady, giving him an air of being unfazed by praise or criticism.
And under the lights of the small training camp hall, the lines of Zhang Yi's side profile looked exceptionally handsome from this angle.
Recalling the first time she had seen Zhang Yi,
his demeanor back then,
and then recalling just moments ago, how he had so composedly asked Instructor Li Qiongtian about using the Golden Throne's privilege,
