Jiang Qiuqiu: "Why are you apologizing for that?"
The mecha's pain receptors were linked to her nerves, and Jiang Qiuqiu felt terrible, but she would never accept Huo Jia's apology. "You did great."
"This is a competition. You're supposed to give it your all. You did nothing wrong. Let's go again."
She focused her concentration again, bracing herself.
Watching Jiang Qiuqiu like this, Huo Jia felt his heart start to beat faster for some reason.
Even through the mecha, he felt as if he could see the fiery fighting spirit blazing in her eyes.
'This is what a Mecha Soldier should be.'
Jiang Qiuqiu and Huo Jia trained there for a long time—a full two hours. In that time, they must have sparred at least fifty times.
Unfortunately, from the first match to the last, Jiang Qiuqiu was on the receiving end of a beating, with almost no chance to fight back.
