Suo Meiya patted the instrument panel, annoyed at the uselessness of the mecha; if she hadn't collaborated with Wu Qingqing, she wouldn't care.
But after cooperating, she couldn't help but compare, compete.
When returning to replace the energy pool and repair the mecha, Suo Meiya couldn't help but look at the other contestants.
Contestants around her were coming and going rapidly, each having rotating mechas.
They were either supported by corporate funds or rented more mechas, handing the driven mecha over to their dedicated maintenance master, immediately piloting another one out to save time.
Seeing this, she felt even more imbalanced in her heart.
They say it's a fair competition, but it's actually a battlefield for the wealthy.
She didn't think about it at all; in the New World, she and her sister had made a lot of money, but they sent most of it back to the village for the sake of face.
Besides some praise and a little face, it had no practical use.
