Lu Chenzhou clenched his fist and said:
"Senior Sister, sorry about just now."
Ji Xuantong:
"Nothing to be sorry about. If your skills aren't as good in a spar, just go train more."
Ji Feiyan had always been bold and flamboyant since she was young. He never spoiled her—encouragement when needed, tough love when called for. There's always a taller mountain beyond the mountain, always someone stronger out there.
Ji Feiyan wasn't someone who couldn't handle losing.
Her junior was in the Genius Class. He was still young, and losing wasn't shameful either.
Once she figured that out, she said with full spirit:
"Junior Brother, let's fight again next time!"
You might lose a match, but never lose your spirit.
"Hahaha, alright."
Lu Chenzhou rested for a moment. Shi Ruyu said:
"Junior Brother, are you okay? If you're not, I won't go up."
At school, she'd often go find Lu Chenzhou for practice matches.
Lu Chenzhou felt his abundant energy flowing like a gentle stream, and said:
