As if something had broken through, Ouya felt that his arm was no longer so sore.

Originally, Ouya felt that he could no longer hold on, but his talent for patience raised the threshold of his endurance a lot.

Ever since, the limit has been easily broken.

But it only feels good for a while.

The sourness that follows is truly fatal.

Fix patted Ouya on the head.

"Little guy, come to my place tonight and I'll prescribe some medicine for you, otherwise you may have to ask someone else to feed you tomorrow."

"Okay..."

Fix muttered: "Maybe hard work is also a kind of talent."

"Hey, little Ouya has become stronger too. Our dormitory is really full of outstanding people..."

"Are you human?"
Chapter completed!