Chapter 2: People of Self-Blame and Guilt

"That's bad luck." Willisa covered her face, because after a rematch, her car broke down.

"However, if there is a problem in the race, it is the responsibility of the organizer, and these will be compensated, don't worry, but because your personal combat vehicles KV-122 and T26 are not historical production vehicles, and because there are similar models of IS-2 and M26 that have been mass-produced, and there are no post-war imitation cars of KV-122 and T26, so you can't compensate for it in a short time." The president spread his hands.

"Then a similar vehicle can be paid, right? If you can, you don't want to pay for it with money, after all, it's hard to buy a vehicle of your choice. ”

President: "I'll talk about that later, during today's Warlane lesson." ”

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Oarai Women's College, Class C Classroom for the Second Year——

Willissa walked into the classroom on crutches with a more relaxed gesture - at least more relaxed than the average cripple seems.

Hui Lisha glanced at the classmates in the classroom, although the classmates reacted a little more than usual when they saw themselves like this, and some people asked about the injury with concern, but there was no greater reaction for the time being.

"Whew...... That's right, I was almost carried up on a stretcher by those guys in the student union just now, obviously the ligaments and nerves are fine, and the cast can be removed in a few days. Willisa thought.

Responding politely to the occasional greeting, Willisa cautiously walked between desks and toward her seat.

As soon as he walked up to the chair, someone immediately pulled the chair back to a position where it was more convenient for Hui Lisa to sit in her current condition.

"Ling?" Willisa glanced at Rei, who seemed to have hurried from her seat.

To be honest, although I think it's good to pull the chair by myself, even if one leg can't move now, it won't need to be taken care of by someone at this level, but through observation, I found that Ling looked trembling, as if she was still guilty about what happened last time.

Ling also has injuries on her body, but they are all skin injuries, and there is no such tragic thing as disfigurement.

If it made her feel better, there was no need to refuse the kindness—Willisa sat up and leaned to the side.

If you feel it carefully, there are a few eyes that seem to have complex emotions, and it seems to be the idol chef and others. If there was anything to say, Willissa still wanted them to come over and say it quickly, so it felt bad to be locked in from time to time, especially in the battle lane.

After class –

This refers to the fact that after the general subject is over, when the people are almost gone, Willisa finishes packing up her things and is ready to get up, because there will be people coming and going in the aisle in the classroom for a short time after class, so it will be more convenient to walk on crutches at this time, anyway, it is not much time.

At this time, all the idol chefs gathered around as if they had discussed and stood in a row.

Willissa: "Do you have something to talk about?" ”

"I'm really sorry for the last game!" The seven of them bowed to Willissa in unison.

"I don't remember any place where you need to apologize to me." Willisa wondered.

"If we had tried, Lord Willissa wouldn't have been hurt." Mao took the lead and said.

It seems that this is the case, it is the CV35 that brought several heavy tanks of Oarai to the edge of the cliff, and if the KV-13 had won the battle when it was attacked by the CV35, the subsequent series of bad consequences and even accidents would not have occurred.

"If I pay more attention and learn more about my ability to protect myself, I won't be a drag on Lord Huirissa." Ling continued, hanging her head deeply.

It seems that this is the case, after all, it is also the duty of the commander to pay attention to the road conditions. Learning to protect oneself when necessary is a compulsory lesson for every warlane girl before riding in the chariot - and now Oarai skipped this process in order to catch up.

Hui Lisha wondered how she should react at this time, which was more in line with the identity given by the student union, and it was really difficult to do this kind of training without it.

Should I be angry?

"If this happens again next time, it will even lead to the defeat of the game-" Willisa paused, swept a few people with a pretended sharp look, and stayed in the school that cultivated fake hairs for a long time, and Willisa could still make a look of evil looks, making a row of seven people tremble faintly.

"I'll leave Oarai." Dressa twisted her head back, closed her eyes and pretended to be deep, and said the rest of the words.

This is true, there is no point in continuing to take courses that do not get credit, and Willisa can return to the truth at any time.

Willisa thought that there would be a loud response in unison that matched the feeling of the idol chef, but she thought wrongly, and what responded to Willisa was an eerie silence.

Hui Lisha, who felt very bad about this, looked at Ling and said with a cold face, "Take me to the student union room, and the others should not hurry up to prepare for the battle lane course." ”

"Yes!" This time it was a chorus of answers, and then the others pulled Ling with all kinds of advice and even threatened each other, and then left.

Taking advantage of this time, Hui Lisha also completely packed up her things, deliberately stretched out her arms, and allowed Ling to support herself, thinking that finding something to do for Ling should make her feel better.

Sure enough, Ling's eyes brightened a little, and she helped Willisa carry her bag and helped her to walk down the hallway. Although she felt that it was a bit of a hindrance for people to be next to each other, and her speed was slowing down, she accepted it for the sake of reducing the force on her legs.

In the process of supporting, Ling's arm slipped a little, and for a moment the sleeve moved up a little, revealing a small section of the fair, slender and rather soft arm.

It was not an arm refined in a chariot, but with an equally smooth hand, it was better suited for garland weaving and embroidery. Dressa's arms and hands don't seem to be visible on the surface, but when you touch them, you can find them much harder than the average person.

The reason why Willisa is so associated is because there is a bracelet on her wrist that looks like a thin wire is kneaded into a rope and braided into a twisted pattern.

But to Huilisha's surprise, Ling blushed when she noticed that Huirisa was staring there.

Then, Willisa knew the answer - Ling said, "This is ...... I made it with the hair that Lady Willisa had to cut off at that time. If this upsets Lady Willisa............"

“…… It doesn't matter, I'm also happy to think that my heartache-cut hair wasn't wasted and made into beautiful jewelry. These were Willisa's sincere words, but they didn't contain any other feelings.

"Really? Great~~" Ling smiled slightly.

(To be continued)