The year Wesley went to the base, New York was still in winter. Dressed in a military coat with a long trench coat over it, he moved with the wind, walking through the playground, strikingly handsome, leaving Xiao Qiao smitten instantly.
His personality was identical to that of the male protagonist in a shoujo manga, the perfect manga lover.
"Wesley, have you ever been an instructor?" Xiao Qiao asked.
Wesley remained silent, refusing to answer.
He remembered something, "My brother told me about you four trainees, wasn't one of them Xiaojiu? Xiaojiu's combat and marksmanship were the best, two others weren't bad either, all top-notch, while you were the worst. After about a month of training, you were suddenly transferred. Where did you go?"
