Fusheng mentally cursed the Imperial Academy's procuress-like behavior, hoping the institution would go bankrupt the very moment he graduated.
"Xingyan, go back to the mixer!" Fusheng said as he walked toward the flight deck's control console, having no intention of bringing Xingyan along.
Xingyan was a little troublemaker, and Fusheng certainly didn't want Zerg from the Military Department escorting him back later.
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