But now, it seemed more like Hannah was single-handedly overwhelming him.
When a genius began to doubt himself, he entered a vicious cycle.
He couldn't understand.
So he started to obsessively study all kinds of mech combat knowledge, forcing himself to train over and over late into the night.
Just then, Hannah came to tell him, "In the next match, I will lose to you."
"Why?" Wayne Lane asked her, "Do you pity me?"
Hannah didn't want to explain, she just said, "No."
"Hannah!" Wayne clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and for the first time lost control like this, each word seething with his rage, "I don't need your pity."
Young Wayne had a strong sense of pride and couldn't tolerate anyone's sympathy or pity.
And the young Hannah also had her pride.
She never spoke her mind to outsiders.
So they had their first argument.
It was like two fiery planets colliding violently.
Neither wanted to back down first.
So neither showed up to the match two days later.
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