Chapter 3

"Alana. Is this a friend of yours?" Charles walked over with a smile on his face and pointed to Ajax.

Alana didn't address Charles immediately but continued to look at Ajax: "So?"

This made Charles very embarrassed, with an extremely awkward expression. If it were any other girl, he would have lost his temper, but the one in front of him was different. Not to mention that Alana's personal strength and family background are similar to his. The second is that he has been fond of Alana for a long time, from his freshman year to his current senior year, and the whole school knew about it.

Although Alana still ignored him after three years of busy work and refused to give contact information, Charles didn't give up. He believed that one day Alana would fall for him.

After confirming that the girl was talking to him, Ajax turned around and nodded slowly: "Okay."

This made Charles feel even more uncomfortable and couldn't help saying again: "Alana, don't let him fool you. He doesn't know shit. If all you lack is maintenance personnel, you can ask me. I have the best of the best here."

"Thank you, but don't bother. I think that what he said is spot on." Alana gave Charles a polite smile.

These words made the crowd murmur. Alana agreed with Ajax's words, which means that she also felt that Charles's equipment was worthless.

"Okay, okay." Charles said as his face twisted and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes: "Then see you tomorrow on the field!"

After saying his piece, Charles deliberately bumped into Ajax and led his team members through the crowd to leave.

Fortunately, Ajax was prepared; otherwise, he would've dropped all the things in his hands all over again.

The onlookers saw that the commotion had ended, so they dispersed, not forgetting to look more at Ajax and Alana.

"Are you okay? We have a doctor's office here; I'll take you there." Alana pointed to the back of Ajax's bleeding hand.

"No, it's just a scratch; thank you." Ajax shook his head, someone had stepped on him when he was picking up his things just now. He didn't know Alana, and he had never met her before. However, he was very grateful for her intervention.

"This one fell on the floor just now; shall I buy you another?" Alana pointed to the small cake box in Ajax's hand again, noticing Ajax's embarrassment.

"No, I can still eat it." Ajax shook his head again.

Alana sighed, "Do you work in our school?" she asked and changed the subject.

"No, I... I'm just here to sell some things." Ajax smiled wryly.

"Then where did you learn about mechas?" Alana asked with a confused expression.

"That was all just basic knowledge. Something everyone knows, right? I was talking nonsense..." Ajax said while dusting himself off.

"Basic knowledge? You think that was basic knowledge?" Alana asked with a deadpan expression.

"Then you think what I said was true?"

"That's right; even if our dumbest professor came here, he would've said the same." Alana nodded repeatedly.

She had been present just now, she knew the whole story. The things Ajax said were not something ordinary people should know, he was more knowledgeable than her. After all, most wouldn't be able to tell the mecha's production year and price, let alone list out its materials, manufacturer, and faults at a glance.

Ajax was a little confused. He has been fond of knowledge about mechas since he was a child in the orphanage he grew up in. He can put his knowledge to practice every day he works in the maintenance factory.

He could list out a mech model, its accessories, and its performance at a glance. But this was the first time someone praised his knowledge reserve.

"Then can you come and help our team repair the mecha tomorrow? We will pay you after the event is over." Alana looked at Ajax sincerely and pleaded.

"You believe me?" Ajax thought Alana was just helping him out.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Is that person competing tomorrow?" Ajax looked in the direction where Charles left.

"Yes, he is my toughest opponent, but I promise he won't bother you again, or I'll give him a makeover!" Alana tried to dispel Ajax's worries as she took a boxing stance and threw a set of jabs.

"I'm willing to help free of charge. Just tell me the time of the event." Ajax said as he clenched his fists unconsciously.

Charles's expression was imprinted in his mind; he was not the kind of person to let bygones be bygones after being humiliated.

Furthermore, Alana helped him, so he had to return the favor. He could also watch the event this way.

"Great, can you give me your contact information?" Alana said as she pulled out her device with a big smile on her face.

"Er... I don't own one of those. Just give me the time and I'll be there." Ajax said, a tinge of embarrassment in his words as the device was too expensive for him.

But Alana was even more embarrassed than Ajax. It was the first time she asked for contact information from a boy of the same age, but she never expected to be rejected for this reason...

If Charles were here, he would probably be pissed. He had worked hard for three years for the contact information that Ajax didn't want...

"Then tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, there will be a match at nine o'clock, so make sure to be here two hours in advance." Alana took back the device and thought for a while.

"Okay, see you at the academy gate tomorrow morning." Ajax simply nodded and started making his way to the school gate as he still had things to do.

Alana accompanied him to the school gate enthusiastically and asked many irrelevant questions along the way, which Ajax answered one by one.

The students on the road looked sideways at Alana walking with Ajax, who looked disheveled. Alana didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Ajax was a little uncomfortable. He had never received such attention even as a child...

After finally leaving the campus, Ajax bid farewell to Alana and made his way to his workplace at a repair shop far away from the city center, about five kilometers away from Apollo University,. It was still early in the morning and the heat from the sun was getting stronger along the way. Fortunately, Ajax has long been used to this temperature.

...

Pushing open the gate whose sensor had been broken since he started working here, he strode through the parking lot that had enough space to accommodate several magnetic energy vehicles at the same time and reached the spacious maintenance hall.

He sighed as he saw several employees in uniforms busily working on a damaged mecha more than two meters tall, constantly dismantling the parts inside.