"Go, Captain! You can do it! In my heart, you're the strongest!"
"That's right, beat her up! Beat her up!"
"..."
In the waiting room, Duan Xinlan and the other two squeezed onto the sofa, clutching popcorn and soda as they passionately cheered for their captain.
It did not matter which of the two Supergirls was the captain, nor did it matter whom they were cheering for. The battle was too fast to follow anyway. What mattered was that they were having fun.
Duan Xinlan in particular was already imagining the two Supergirls perishing together, leaving her and Russell to live happily ever after. She grinned like Hua An...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three dull thuds, Russell expressionlessly withdrew his hand blade. Ignoring the three girls sprawled on the floor, he stared at the image on the large screen, his mood sinking to rock bottom. He felt terrible.
He had watched the two ships get patched up and repaired, and under his tireless efforts, they had finally begun moving side by side. And now, all that work had gone to waste. They had rammed into each other again and were both battered and bleeding.
"Ugh, my teeth hurt."
Russell grabbed the three fallen girls by the backs of their necks, stacked them in a human pile off to one side, and claimed the sofa throne for himself. The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached, so he picked up a soda from the coffee table to calm himself.
"Captain, they're fighting for real over there, and you still have the mood to drink cola?"
Seeing how composed Russell was, the three women were speechless. They clutched their heads as they climbed to their feet, hissing whenever they touched a sore spot.
They had failed to see Russell