The glow of the setting sun shone across the courtyard, and the mecha's hull reflected a hint of golden red. Xiang Fan plopped down on the ground, staring at the mecha as if it were a sleeping giant. He gently patted the mecha's leg and said firmly, "You are my first mecha. No matter how broken it is, it's mine!"

With that, he abruptly stood up and quickly ran back to his room. He flipped through the mountain of books and materials, searching page by page for information related to mecha repair. He even pulled up the virtual blueprints and manuals he'd downloaded from the Spirit Realm battlefield, muttering as he flipped through them: "How do I reconnect the psychic circuits? How do I reset the core module's energy nodes? And how about repairing the hull? These resources should be useful..."

As night fell, the entire courtyard at the foot of the mountain was shrouded in silence. Only the light in Xiang Fan's room remained on. He held a small component and gestured continuously at the blueprint, his eyes filled with concentration and anticipation. Various tools and parts were scattered on the worn wooden table. His quiet mutterings echoed in the room: "It may be a broken mech, but if I can fix it, it will become my first true companion!"

Outside, Xiang Su stood at the doorway, watching his busy son through the window. A warm smile played on his face. He whispered, "This kid may not have much talent, but he's got such determination. Who can match him?" He shook his head, turned, and headed to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.

In Xiang Fan's room, he clenched the small parts in his hand, his eyes flashing with determination: "No matter what others say, I can do it!"