The freshmen entered the Turtle Car in a single file line, while the older student followed behind them in weak spirit. After everyone was on board, Yuan Manqiu shoved herself in the shuttle.
"Creak!" The Turtle Car's door, after having closed half-way, did not proceed anymore; it was not completely closed.
Yuan Manqiu let a kick fly as her elephant leg directly kicked the door.
"At the beginning, our Refining Department was not so short on funds that we could not even afford a new flying shuttle.
"Old Mo and I have invested the majority of our funds into Project Mystic Skeleton, which is why we are unable to make ends meet."
