The rumors and discussions about him gradually ceased.
That year was Wayne Lane’s most glorious year at the academy.
People even began to praise him as the future imperial cha master.
No one dared to challenge him, risking "death" anymore.
Until the appearance of Hannah...
Perhaps it really was true that there are always people better than you, mountains beyond mountains.
The old principal also spoke with a touch of emotion.
Before Hannah’s ergence, he was very optimistic about Wayne Lane, although he always felt that Wayne lacked sothing, at the ti he truly couldn’t find a student with greater talent.
An S-class spirit power coupled with exceptional cha piloting talent.
He was born a child of the heavens.
A hundred years later, listening to the old principal recount the past, Jay Brown could still feel the passion and youth.
And the yearning in his heart for the strength of the strong.
"I rember you said Wayne Lane was admitted exceptionally, what about Hannah?"
"Hannah?" the old principal stroked his beard, "She got in on her own."
In fact, when Hannah first joined the school, no one knew her identity.
She never brought it up herself either.
...
On the first day of the new school year, Hannah defeated Wayne Lane driving a junior cha.
But because the cha wasn’t networked, and the data wasn’t synchronized, no one else knew about it.
After that, Wayne Lane started to take notice of Hannah.
He recognized her uniqueness and her talent, and so he began to see Hannah as his rival.
He started to engineer chance encounters with Hannah.
Sotis in the academy’s cafeteria, sotis in the spectator seats at the training grounds, and sotis on the academy’s little-known paths.
Very few knew about that path.
Especially the academy’s instructors.
It was said to be the secret woods where upperclassn from the previous two years went to date.
Quiet and secluded.
Hannah went there to do bad things.
And Wayne Lane went there to wait for Hannah.
Actually, at that ti, Wayne Lane simply wanted to compete with Hannah again.
He had reflected countless tis on that hurried contest, feeling that he should not have lost.
Teenagers are at their most impulsive.
Proud and self-absorbed, they rarely listen to others.
This isn’t ant in a negative sense.
Youth is invariably crazy.
At least that’s how it seed to him at the ti.
So after hearing enough flattery and adulation from others, even soone as naturally aloof as Wayne Lane could beco sowhat arrogant.
He told Sheffield Benedict about it.
Sheffield Benedict said he had too strong a desire to win, almost like a freak, right, and a bit chuunibyou.
He didn’t understand what chuunibyou ant.
But he thought, he definitely needed to have a proper talk with Hannah.
About when they would have their next match.
He didn’t refuse to accept defeat; he just felt he shouldn’t have lost.
It was a sunny day.
The sunlight was blinding, making the leaves glow with a verdant green.
Inside the woods, the lush leaves split the sunlight into many different shapes.
Hannah stood deep within the woods.
At a glance, Wayne Lane could see her.
She leaned against the trunk, looking down and fumbling for sothing from her pocket.
From a distance, Wayne Lane couldn’t see clearly.
But based on the color and shape, he guessed it was likely a weapon.
Perhaps one handed out by instructors in class for students to study weapon models.
Because the cha academy rules forbade students from bringing any weapons in.
Any at all.
Not even a dagger was allowed.
So Wayne Lane thought, that must be sothing Hannah secretly took from class.
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