C177 Fighting Simulation!

"Teacher, I'm sorry! Please don't be angry, we... we didn't mean that, we just... just..."

Sweat covered Fabian's forehead, and the sweat on his forehead could not help but drip down. Ilyana could tell that he wanted to explain, but he did not know how to say it.

She looked at Lyra with a slightly darkened gaze. Although she knew that Fabian's words were harsh