Fiancée

The journey from Earth to the capital ring was long, so it was a good thing that Xia Fei was already used to flying through the inky-black space all by himself. Besides, there was still plenty of work he busied himself with, so he did not feel even a bit lonely.

After ten days in space, he received a message from Boateng through his communication channel. Xia Fei quickly turned on the monitor, in hopes of learning about the situation with regard to the strongest warship competition the Ministry of Military Affair was hosting.

"Are the results out yet?" Xia Fei asked.

Boateng nodded. "The results weren't too good. We placed 178th, a middling result out of all the candidates."