Shen Weixing spoke with a look of frustration on his face.
This is a vicious cycle. Every year, the military schools and local places only select so many good candidates. With layer upon layer of selection, those who are exceptionally talented don't end up with our Fourth Company!
Every time we lose a military competition, there's nothing to complain about.
Xue Hongxing slapped Shen Weixing on the back, "Can't you say something nice? You only talk about depressing stuff. Even if we start behind others, can't we work hard and catch up? Can't we make a comeback at the end?"
"Yes! Of course we can," Shen Weixing nodded repeatedly, "That's exactly what we're working towards!"
"That's more like it."
Xue Hongxing, now satisfied, walked with Shen Weixing through the gates of the family compound. Inside was a small square with various playground equipment that many kids loved, like slides and seesaws.
