"I always feel a bit unsettled when things suddenly slow down!"
In the cafeteria, Mang Ke poked at the bacon on her plate with a fork, languidly speaking.
Feng Xue gulped down her porridge before responding,
"I hope you won't regret saying that later."
"What?" Mang Ke perked up immediately, giving Feng Xue a curious look. Feng Xue simply spread her hands and said,
"Do you think we have a weeklong break in this gambling-like competition for no reason? It's not for vacation."
"No, I think a week is already quite short, given that both the mecha and pilots need to rest." Mang Ke shook her head, but Feng Xue sighed and said,
"Besides those of us in a hurry to advance to higher-level competitions, normal pilots usually have a match once every one or two weeks. We're doing it every day, sometimes twice a day, to rack up enough points for this quarter. But this monthly week-long break applies to all competing teams!"
