The next day, Xi Xiu and A Xian were awakened by their biological clocks at five in the morning.
Five minutes later, they headed out and ran into Enweit in the living room. Su Jinbao, Tarasha, and Flora were already waiting downstairs.
They were full of energy as they welcomed another day of being tortured. The questions Li Shuqi and Xi Daiyu had come up with together were truly insane.
They had never seen anyone use a mecha's mechanical arms for delicate work. And that delicate work was sewing. What did that have to do with the battlefield?!
But they could not question it. They could only lower their heads and get to work.
Xi Xiu was already crying inwardly.
Still, she had to do it.
Thus, an extremely bizarre scene appeared in the training room.
A massive mecha held a piece of clothing in one mechanical arm, while its other arm transformed into fingers that pinched a nearly invisible needle, trying to sew.
Xi Xiu held her breath and carefully worked out a method. Unfortunately, the mechanical arms were simply too large, and several times she could not even find the needle.
Giving up in frustration was not in her nature, so she picked up the needle again and tried once more.
After trying more than fifty times, she finally succeeded, drenched in sweat.
Her training uniform could practically be wrung dry.
This challenge was truly enormous.
She had nearly mobilized all of her Mental Power before she barely managed to regain the feel of holding a needle.
A Xian, Hai Suomiao, and the others stared at Xi Xiu's movements in astonishment. A Xian and Hai Suomiao looked at each other, finding it utterly incredible.
Watching mechanical arms perform sewing motions gave them a strange feeling.
They looked clumsy,