Lu Chenzhou clenched his fist and said,
"Senior sister, I'm sorry for just now."
Ji Xuantong said,
"There's nothing to be sorry for. If you're outmatched in sparring, just go and practice."
Ji Feiyan had been brash and outspoken since she was young. He never indulged her; encouragement should be given when due, and reprimands when needed—there will always be higher mountains beyond this one, and stronger people among the strong.
Ji Feiyan was not a sore loser either.
Her junior brother was from the genius class. Although he was young, losing was nothing to be ashamed of.
Realizing this, she said with full vigor,
"Junior brother, let's battle again next time!"
Losing a match does not mean losing spirit.
"Hahaha, okay."
After resting for a moment, Shi Ruyu said,
"Junior brother, are you still okay? If not, I won't go on."
At school, she would often seek out Lu Chenzhou for sparring.
Feeling a steady flow of vital energy, Lu Chenzhou said,
"Come on, senior sister."
