Chapter 7

I collapsed onto the table, feeling my cheeks hollow out from dehydration and exhaustion. Standing beside me, the robot looked at my hundred-something drawing and finally nodded.

“This one is the best. Your mentor will definitely like it.”

I twitched my lips, unable to squeeze out a proper smile. He had forced me to rewatch our kissing video over and over to draw from, refusing to let me rest all because of the saying practice makes perfect. Right, if he forced me to practice any longer, I swore I would hit him with that iron dumbbell again. I really swore…