"I don’t want to be brainwashed!" Instructor Li Jr. said with tears streaming down his face.
"Pat!" Senior White gently patted on Instructor Li Jr.’s helmet, knocking him out again.
"Done! It’s really troublesome to use the memory-erasing technique. I deleted his memory until this morning when he met us. If he hadn't uselessly struggled, I could have let him keep a few more memories." Senior White said.
Song Shuhang shot a look at Instructor Li Jr—he felt sorry for him.
Afterward, Venerable White unfastened his seatbelt and said excitedly, "Now, let’s go fix the hole in the space station!"
"Let us go?" Song Shuhang pointed at himself. Do I also have to come?
"Of course! This hole is quite big. If we’re together, we might be able to fix it a little faster." Senior White replied.
"Alright." Song Shuhang agreed.
