Pre-match motivation.
Nora Scott’s few words were worth more than Glenn Flynn’s half-hour speech.
The excitent and thrill were written all over the four faces, their blood rushing, ears turning red, eyes burning with fierce flas, full of fighting spirit.
Glenn Flynn: "..." Impressive.
"Teacher, say sothing."
Oliver Scott touched his nose, grinning smugly at Glenn Flynn.
"What more is there to say," Glenn Flynn laughed helplessly, looking at these boiling-blood teenagers, and said straightforwardly, "Give it all you’ve got!"
"Alright!"
Everyone clapped and echoed in unison.
*
At exactly nine o’clock, the venue doors opened, and various teams pushed their cha robots in, entering one by one.
The cha from the Affiliated Middle School was driven in by Glenn Flynn.
As they were pushing in, Nora Scott glanced and was a bit surprised, "Two units?"
"Yeah."
Oliver was following behind her.
He explained, "Originally, we six designed one unit, a launch-type cha called ’Spring.’ Later, since we finished so quickly and there was so ti left, my brother and I got interested in a full-body rotation cha, so we tead up and made another, called ’Golden Lightning.’
"..."
No wonder you two were practically glued together every day afterward.
And the na... could it be any more juvenile?
Silently mocking in her heart, Nora paused for a while, then asked, "Is it allowed to make two units?"
"No," Oliver replied, "So, although my brother and I participated in the making of ’Spring,’ our nas are not on the registration list."
"Oh."
Nora nodded.
After all, he was still a teenager. Once Oliver started speaking about his passion, he couldn’t stop and began introducing the types of cha and the competition rules to Nora.
The types and all, Nora didn’t quite rember, but she paid a little attention to the competition rules—these would decide whether they should have lunch or dinner together.
The preliminaries had no 1V1 matches; they used a group battle format. Each round drew two cha for field PK, selecting one winner. Then, six hours were given to the winning group, followed by another PK round in the afternoon.
The top eight teams would then, after half a month, compete in 1V1 format to determine the top three.
The top three would have the qualification to participate in the national PK.
To avoid initial "self-sabotage," the organizers would arrange for the sa school’s cha to be in separate groups in today’s competition to prevent them from being paired together.
After entering the venue, Oliver slightly restrained his excitent, telling Nora, "Sis, we’ll report first, and I’ll find you when the competition starts."
"Aren’t you competing?"
"It’s just a controller; my brother can handle it."
Oliver was quite at ease.
He hadn’t made any promises, yet his every move showed confidence, even a hint of arrogance.
—The preliminaries, a hundred percent pass rate.
—And, they would achieve excellent results.
Oliver, who usually kept a low profile, was almost unrecognizable to Nora in this state. Seeing this, she smiled, thinking it only natural.
Only those not capable would lack confidence.
He could remain calm and not arrogant, but when facing a competition, the necessary confidence should not be lacking.
Alma Ferreira raised such an Oliver Scott...
Not a failure.
*
After parting with Oliver and his group, Nora Scott arrived at the audience section outside the competition area.
Among the onlookers, there were very few visitors specifically here for the competition, mostly the parents of students. In the spacious audience area, the number of people was pitifully small.
Nora made a call to Crystal Hughes.
After learning that Crystal and Andrew Hughes were both at the audience section, she asked for their exact location and then smoothly reunited with them.
"Nora Scott."
Seeing Nora, Andrew Hughes jumped down from his seat, willingly waving at her.
It was rare to see his son this enthusiastic, Crystal Hughes was shocked, and incredulously glanced at Andrew.
This kid...
Could it be that he’s fallen for Nora?
Crystal Hughes, as a mother, felt quite anxious.
"Sister, here you go."
As soon as Nora got closer, Andrew pulled out a small pack of snacks from his pocket and handed it to her.
Crystal: ???
When she saw Andrew sneaking snacks into his pocket this morning, she was feeling relieved that he finally had so childlike behavior, but—
Offered as a gift?
Son!
The Heavenly Immortal sister is out of your league!
"Thank you."
Nora took the snacks.
Seeing the snack packaging, she was a little surprised—she actually liked this snack quite a bit.
Andrew stared intently at Nora, and seeing her in a good mood accepting it, he added, "Marcus Shaw bought them."
"Really?"
Sitting on one side, Nora Scott raised an eyebrow.
Marcus Shaw... buying was just a ruse, confiscating it was the truth.
However, seeing Andrew Hughes’s confident posture, Nora Scott gently smiled and didn’t expose him.
Tearing open the package, Nora Scott casually asked Andrew Hughes, "Do you like cha?"
"It’s okay."
After thinking for two seconds, Andrew Hughes gave a cautious answer.
He pursed his lips and honestly said, "I only learned about it when Marcus Shaw played."
Because of this, he realized... Oliver Scott was actually a bit handso.
"Want to play?"
Suddenly, a voice floated from above.
Crystal Hughes, who was originally sitting absentmindedly, was startled by the voice and stiffened slightly.
Andrew Hughes and Nora Scott both turned their heads back.
Camilo Nogueira stood in the aisle of the back row, his smile gentle and kind, his eyebrows slightly lowered, with a hint of amusent in his eyes.
"Uncle Camilo."
Andrew Hughes called out crisply.
However, after greeting him, Andrew Hughes rembered his promise to Crystal Hughes and imdiately turned his head, looking at Crystal Hughes with so concern.
Crystal Hughes slightly turned her head, lowered her eyes, placed a hand on the back of his head, and ruffled his short hair.
Her eyes were gentle, without any sign of bla.
"Boss Nogueira."
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow and greeted Camilo Nogueira.
Camilo Nogueira looked at her with smiling eyes, "You’re being distant."
Nora Scott chuckled lightly, "We’re not close."
"It’s my fault for not visiting often," Camilo Nogueira said with a smile, showing no embarrassnt.
"..."
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow.
Quite capable!
Beside them, Crystal Hughes caught a glimpse of Nora Scott and Camilo Nogueira out of the corner of her eye, noting the harmonious atmosphere and how their words held an air of familiarity. She pressed her lips together and then quickly withdrew her gaze, letting it fall on the empty audience seats and the competition field ahead.
At this mont, Nora Scott sensed Crystal Hughes’s odd behavior—
Normally, wouldn’t Crystal Hughes be a bit curious about Camilo Nogueira when encountering soone both she and they knew?
Was it because of her illness?
Or was it that she already knew Camilo Nogueira and didn’t have a favorable impression?
The thought flashed by.
Nora Scott’s eyelids lifted slightly, her sidelong glance capturing Camilo Nogueira’s gaze on Crystal Hughes, complex and ambiguous, yet faintly familiar—
There was sothing going on.
At the very least, her previous guess leaned towards the latter.
Nora Scott squinted her eyes, temporarily suppressing her doubt, withdrawing her gaze.
Camilo Nogueira didn’t exhibit much else, sitting in a seat towards the back row quietly. As others watched the event or chatted, his attention remained fixed on Crystal Hughes from the mont he sat.
Taking Andrew Hughes out with her, Crystal Hughes dressed up a bit, putting on light makeup, her hair pinned up, revealing her long, graceful neck. Her deanor was elegant as she sat quietly in a light blue dress that accentuated her slender waist, faint as water.
In the noisy audience seats, she stood out most prominently, with passing parents and students occasionally pausing their gaze upon her in silent admiration.
A surge of bitterness rose to Camilo Nogueira’s throat, his polite and gentle deanor vanishing, replaced by a subtle chill that lowered the atmosphere. Those who initially intended to sit near him unconsciously distanced themselves, seeking seats elsewhere.
Crystal Hughes furrowed her brow slightly, sensing the gaze looming over her from behind, finding it hard to sit still.
Her mind a chaotic ss.
After separating from Camilo Nogueira last ti, Crystal Hughes had used Andrew Hughes’s phone to earn Camilo so money, covering dical expenses and other costs, more than enough. Afterward, she deleted Camilo from Andrew Hughes’s WeChat.
Given Andrew Hughes’s obedient and sensible nature, he certainly wouldn’t add Camilo Nogueira as a friend again—
So, why was Camilo Nogueira here?
Was it related to Nora Scott?
"Mom?"
Andrew Hughes’s voice drew Crystal Hughes back from her thoughts.
She started, looked down, and saw Andrew Hughes offering a snack with the package torn open, looking up at her, eyes bright and sowhat worried.
"You eat first." Crystal Hughes forced a smile, patting Andrew Hughes’s head, softly saying, "I’m going to the restroom."
"Oh, okay."
Andrew Hughes nodded.
Crystal Hughes stiffly turned her head, instructing Nora Scott, "Nora, can you watch him for ?"
"Sure."
Nora Scott readily agreed.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Crystal Hughes picked up her bag, stood up, lowered her eyes, avoiding looking anywhere, and swiftly left with her head down.
Sowhat hurried.
Nora Scott didn’t pay much attention initially, but—
Not long after, she heard a faint rustle behind her.
She turned her head and saw Camilo Nogueira rise and leave.
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow.
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