Chapter 351

Jane’s round, wide eyes darted around the office before she grabbed a nearby broom and used it to pry the black box off the teacher, letting it clatter to the floor. She then hurried over on her tiny feet to turn off the switch. But as she turned back, she caught sight of Helen’s mischievous little hand reaching toward the teacher, who was still twitching on the ground. Panicking, Jane rushed over, grabbing Helen by the back of her collar and yanking her away. “Helen, if you touch the teacher now, it won’t be the teacher’s funeral we’ll be attending—it’ll be yours!” Helen quickly shuffled her little feet backward, her small hands clutching Jane’s arm, her big eyes fixed unblinkingly on the teacher lying on the floor. Jane sighed and turned her gaze to the broken robot on the ground. It wasn’t just any robot—it was a mech suit. In this world, where advanced weaponry had rendered standard protective gear useless on the battlefield, countries were racing to develop mech suits. These suits