Nora and Oliver’s attention was drawn by the commotion.
In the venue, the judges gave their verdict. Marcus Shaw, with his school uniform jacket open, showed no expression amidst the cheers and astonishnt, as he moved "Golden Lightning" out of the arena.
The focal point of the entire crowd’s attention.
Yet the person remained calm, as if everything was under control and not worth ntioning, not saying a word, exuding arrogance everywhere.
"Is my brother that aweso?"
Oliver was also taken aback by the scene.
Nora looked over in confusion, "Wasn’t it you two who made the cha?"
"..." Oliver choked, "No, I ant the operation. We rushed making this cha, and it was just completed recently. It has many chanisms, and the remote control is especially hard to handle. A few days ago, he was still driving the cha around recklessly."
However, in just a few days, Marcus’s operation...
???
No wonder he’s a boss at playing gas.
"Maybe it’s just like playing gas."
Nora and Oliver had the sa thought.
Oliver nodded in agreent.
"Nice performance."
A low chuckle unexpectedly sounded from behind.
The two turned around.
Camilo Nogueira had appeared behind them at so point.
"Camilo," with a bit of surprise in his eyes, Oliver asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"
Camilo’s Victor Technology was one of the organizers.
But even for the finals, soone of Camilo’s level of status wouldn’t normally be present.
Let alone this is just the preliminary round...
Camilo’s eyebrows were slightly raised with a smile, "Nothing to do on the weekend, so I ca to take a look."
Oliver: "..." Alright, I’ll just barely take that at face value.
"I never heard Pedro say that you two were participating in the competition." Camilo took the initiative to ask, "How many people are on your team?"
"Just and my brother."
"Just you two?" Camilo was slightly taken aback.
"Yeah."
Oliver nodded.
With a smile in his eyes, Camilo slowly asked, "Heard of ’Toxic Bone’?"
"Of course! The number one cha in the country!"
Speaking of this, Oliver got interested.
"Lucky to be ranked first in the competition. But overall strength can also be in the top three." Camilo said blandly, "In half a month, when you secure first place, I’ll take you two to et their team."
?
The sudden surprise made Oliver freeze for a mont.
His eyes flickered, and he suddenly beca modest, "Camilo, are you so sure we can take first?"
Camilo chuckled lightly, "I’m generally good at reading people. I’m confident about this."
"Good at reading people?"
Nora, head tilted, spoke leisurely.
"For example," Camilo smiled gently, without any hint of aggression, but his words carried a touch of sharpness, "like the friends you make."
Nora squinted her eyes, her gaze turning cold.
eting her for the first ti had given her a bad impression of Pedro Langley—and she hadn’t settled accounts with him yet!
Oliver suddenly shivered, feeling a chill spreading, raising goosebumps on his arms.
eting Camilo’s eyes briefly before turning away, Nora raised her eyebrows and said to Oliver, "Go ask Miss Hughes when we’re leaving."
"...Oh, okay."
Although unclear about the reason, Oliver nodded.
Unexpectedly, Nora would start from Crystal, Camilo was taken aback and just had to concede, raising his hand to stop Oliver.
"Ask later."
Camilo seed to say casually, bringing up so cha-related topics, successfully keeping Oliver engaged.
Nora had a few speculations in mind.
—Rember telling Pedro about the speculation: Do you think Andrew could be his illegitimate child?
If it’s spot on...
Might as well go buy a lottery ticket.
The two discussed so professional issues, and Nora listened to a few sentences, not particularly interested. Her gaze wandered around, inadvertently catching sight of a certain place in the venue—
A young man wearing a Third High School uniform.
Marshall Ferreira.
He had removed his sunglasses after entering the venue, and she happened to make eye contact with that young man.
In just an instant, she saw a hint of fierceness and darkness in the young man’s eyes.
But at that mont their eyes t, it instantly returned to calm and composed, even politely nodding at Nora.
Damn.
Nora felt a bit nauseated.
*
Marshall put away his phone.
At this mont, Yellow Fur Harlen Johnson ran over, "Ferreira, I went to find out a bit, the Affiliated Middle School’s two chas, just now that one was a collaboration between Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, no one else was involved."
"Just the two of them?"
Marshall was slightly stunned, unable to hide his surprise.
Two people, producing such a top-tier cha among middle school students...
Marshall Ferreira’s eyes glinted slightly.
His gaze flickered casually, landing on the other side of the railing, and stayed on three figures.
"Hmm."
Harlen Johnson nodded and then frowned, saying, "I thought they were trying to scare people intentionally at Affiliated Middle School, so I specifically checked the organizer’s list, ’Golden Lightning,’ Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, just those two people."
At this point, Harlen Johnson added, "The one who just operated the cha was Marcus Shaw. It’s said he’s really good at programming, with Oliver Scott handling software and hardware separately."
"Hmm."
Marshall Ferreira’s expression remained unchanged, but his lowered eyes were filled with a slight hostility.
Then, he thought of another matter and asked, "Why did Seventh Middle suddenly get a team disqualified?"
"Well," Harlen Johnson paused, his expression rather strange, "They said a team mber caused trouble at Gate 3 and was forcefully disqualified by the organizers."
"..." For a few seconds, Marshall Ferreira felt sothing was amiss, "Causing trouble?"
"Yes."
"Was it serious?"
"Not really. They just bumped into each other. I heard soone in their group even got beaten, hand stomped so badly."
Marshall Ferreira pondered, "Who did they offend?"
As it wasn’t serious, yet the punishnt was severe — they must have offended soone they shouldn’t have.
"No idea."
Harlen Johnson pulled out his phone and opened a WeChat group.
He said, "I seem to have seen a picture earlier, let find it. There’s chaos in Seventh Middle’s group, constant argunts, but all done privately... Found it."
Harlen Johnson swiped to a photo, opened it, and handed it to Marshall Ferreira.
Marshall Ferreira glanced down at it.
Stunned for a mont, Marshall Ferreira suddenly looked up and glanced out beyond the railing.
Serves them right.
Without recognizing Camilo Nogueira, they still want to play cha.
Harlen Johnson asked, "Ferreira, do you know this person?"
"Victor Technology’s president."
Marshall Ferreira looked at him calmly, his seemingly detached gaze still sending a chill down Harlen Johnson’s spine.
Marshall Ferreira warned, "If you see him in the future, stay as far away as possible."
*
The competition doesn’t actually take long; mainly, it’s in the preparation stage.
Soon, the first round of the competition was announced to be over, followed by a six-hour wait.
Oliver Scott went to adjust the cha, and as soon as the competition was over, he bid farewell and left with Nora Scott and Camilo Nogueira.
Camilo Nogueira didn’t linger long and didn’t look for Crystal Hughes either; he also left.
Nora Scott was bored, so she went to find Crystal Hughes and Andrew Hughes, and the three went outside for a stroll and a al, returning when the afternoon competition was about to start.
...
In the afternoon competition, Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott’s "Golden Lightning" won effortlessly.
It was, once again, a one-sided victory.
Among the eight teams in the final competition, Affiliated Middle School secured two spots. Additionally, two teams from Third Middle School also stood out and claid another two spots.
Nora Scott was a bit displeased.
Because—
Among the eight teams advancing, the standout dark horse was "Golden Lightning," but the second most impressive was the cha from Marshall Ferreira’s team.
Nevertheless, in the evening, she kept her promise and took Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott out with Andrew Hughes, Crystal Hughes for so barbecue.
The five of them ate to their heart’s content.
They enjoyed it so much that by the ti they returned ho, it was nearly ten o’clock.
"Go to sleep early."
As soon as they entered, Nora Scott, playing the role of the elder sister, casually advised them.
"No class tomorrow," Oliver Scott laughed, then extended an invitation to Nora Scott, "Sis, want to watch ’Escape Room’ together? New episode today."
Nora Scott said, "No."
She still needed to review the script.
Filming starts next month, with the lead role being played by Flora Loughton, Pedro Langley’s forr rumored fling, and her favorite prodigy student...
Oh, also from the Sullivan Clan in Xiangel City.
Crashing her character.
The other person was a newcor with no acting experience, but she at least had a few years of acting experience...
If she perford worse than Rosa Sullivan in the crew, she could just end herself.
Nora Scott is indifferent to most things, but that’s because most things are insignificant to her.
In the matters she cares about...
She certainly isn’t lacking in competitiveness.
...
Failing to get Nora Scott, Oliver Scott was a bit disappointed and could only team up with Marcus Shaw to watch.
Due to the excellent performance in the first two episodes, Marcus Shaw did not refuse and joined Oliver Scott in watching on the big screen TV in the living room.
But—
This ti, after watching for half an hour, Marcus Shaw couldn’t stand it anymore and got up to leave.
The quality was far inferior to the first two episodes.
Oliver Scott was distracted several tis, feeling sothing was off about this episode but couldn’t pinpoint it.
Bored, he checked on his phone and found that ’Escape Room’ had dropped to a score of 9.3.
Looking at the comnts—
The netizens were full of complaints.
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