Serving Time at Tracen Was My Specialty

By then, neither Air Groove nor Zhou Yuang, whom she had pulled away with her, could hear what the others were saying.

"Air Groove, just now you..."

Zhou Yuang turned to look at Air Groove. Her face was still ashen. His gaze dropped, and he saw that she was still gripping his arm.

"I'm fine. I'm just not good at dealing with that kind of opponent."

A little nervous sweat had appeared on Air Groove's forehead.

There were four things Air Groove was bad at handling.

One was flash photography. Another was anything that moved at high speed without warning.

Then there were bad jokes—and situations like the one just now.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I really am."

Air Groove turned to look at Zhou Yuang. Her expression was as firm as her words.

It made him want to poke her and find out just how soft she was beneath that hard shell.

"Could you let go of my arm?"

At Zhou Yuang's reminder, Air Groove froze. She looked down and noticed that she was still holding on to him.

"That's because you looked like you wanted to chat with them!"

Air Groove immediately let go and explained herself.

"She's Irish royalty! An idiot like you, talking without thinking, could cause a diplomatic incident!"

She sure had a stubborn mouth.

When would I get to kiss it?

An idea occurred to Zhou Yuang, and he switched his voice channel to the Livestream Room.

"Can I say something?"

[Hates Flashes and Manic Guys]: Shut up, idiot!

"You got it."

The Manic Girl from Ireland (3,800)

(A note up front: There's absolutely no yuri in this book. It's pure TL, so don't worry.)

"That idiot!"

Air Groove stared at the bun-headed figure on the screen, so angry that her teeth itched.