The second round of the competition ended.
Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott’s team, along with Marshall Ferreira’s team, successfully advanced.
These two teams will appear in the national competition a month later, but before that, they will compete for first and second place in today’s first round.
Apart from those wanting to see the showdown between the two chas, the rest, seeing the result was clear, mostly dispersed.
—Besides, they need to have lunch and wait. Wasting ti on the cha match results isn’t worth it.
The number of people in the audience seats gradually decreased.
However, staying in the corner, vividly standing out, was Nora Scott, making her more conspicuous. Occasionally, when eyes swept over the audience, they couldn’t help but linger on her briefly.
Even though her appearance wasn’t clear.
*
"Captain, the damage to the Golden Lightning is severe, they are doing ergency repairs."
Returning secretly after eavesdropping, Harlen Johnson reported truthfully to Marshall Ferreira.
Marshall Ferreira nodded slightly, exchanging a glance with another team’s captain, the unspoken communication between the two full of aning.
cha competitions are about direct confrontation and destroying the opponent’s cha to secure victory. It’s common for chas to get damaged, and no one minds it. However, only the controller knows how much malice is behind an attack.
—Those who cherish their chas, when aware of the outco, will choose to confront but will try to avoid causing maximum harm to their cha.
So, even if no one suspects, the controller is well aware of the underlying reasons.
While the two captains remained silent, unaware team mbers, upon hearing Harlen Johnson’s intelligence, couldn’t help but gather to discuss.
"Can they repair it in such a short ti?"
"I guess it’s difficult."
"Thoroughly repairing it is impossible. I saw the expressions on both of them are very serious, probably they didn’t bring enough spare parts."
"Then, aren’t we sure to win? We weren’t far behind them originally, and now our cha is basically undamaged, while theirs is in such a state... tsk tsk."
"It’s almost a sure win unless a miracle happens for them to make a coback."
"Actually, it’s a pity. Their cha looks really powerful; I wanted to compete with them at their peak."
"Don’t be silly. Aren’t we lucky to get an advantage?"
"That’s true. Though both teams can advance, being first sounds better than second."
...
A shadow passed over Marshall Ferreira’s eyes.
He then glanced around with the corner of his eye, focusing on a spot in the audience.
The pain in his knee lingered slightly.
First place?
Heh.
Then just watch take it!
*
Turning his phone, the screen flashed, showing an incoming call from Oliver Scott. Nora Scott casually tapped to answer.
"Sis, you’re amazing."
Oliver Scott opened with a flurry of complints.
He spoke lightly, "We really didn’t have the damaged parts prepared; without you and brother-in-law, we couldn’t have played the third match."
"Parts delivered?"
"Yes." Oliver Scott whispered, lowering his voice, "Mr. Flynn made an excuse to go for lunch, and secretly brought them back."
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, relieved.
She then advised, "Act convincingly."
"I’m pretending to be frustrated while calling you," Oliver Scott said, pausing to glance at Marcus Shaw’s repair situation, then added, "Bro... has had a sour face all day; acting or not makes no difference."
Since Marshall Ferreira was playing cunningly, Nora Scott slightly advised Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw to not reveal their cards too soon.
At tis like these, acting a bit can lower the opponent’s guard.
—Even soone as cautious as Marshall Ferreira.
After all, he’s just a minor, full of arrogance and confidence, without the steadiness to remain calm and think clearly even when victory is assured.
"Yeah."
"Sis, you go eat first; we’re fine here," Oliver Scott said.
"What are you guys eating?"
"Mr. Flynn ordered takeaway at his own expense."
"Alright."
Nora Scott hung up without worrying about their lunch.
...
Nora Scott took a stroll outside.
When she returned, the third round of matches was about to begin.
This ti, she chose a more upfront position.
But—
Just as she sat down, a young man approached her side.
"God Z?"
The words fell.
Nora Scott slightly raised her eyes.
With fewer people, she only wore a baseball cap, without sunglasses.
With her distinctive features, those who knew her could easily recognize her, sothing not uncommon.
The young man looked about twenty-seven or eight, with a neat and gentle appearance. After confirming Nora Scott’s identity, he was initially amazed and then smiled politely, sowhat nervously.
"Is there sothing you need?"
Being recognized, Nora Scott did not hide it.
"Hello."
The young man quickly took out a business card and handed it to Nora Scott.
"I’m Danilo Mill, one of the planners for the ’ch Battle’ program," the young man said, smiling, his fingers slightly trembling while holding the card, "It’s an honor to et you."
Nora Scott glanced at his business card but did not take it.
She said plainly, "I’m not interested in cha."
The young man was stunned.
He had noticed Nora Scott being there all day but had hesitated all morning, not daring to approach. In the afternoon, he called the executive producer of ’ch Battle’, suggesting they should try inviting Nora Scott as a guest.
—Because Nora Scott didn’t publicly share her business cooperation contacts, even though her popularity was soaring, not many variety shows or films could approach her.
They could only watch helplessly as this top star consud her own popularity.
Now, encountering her at the cha competition site, clearly a cha enthusiast... It was an opportunity not to be missed, especially their program related to cha.
After hanging up, Danilo Mill was determined, but turning around, he found that Nora Scott had left.
A missed opportunity, it pained Danilo Mill, not expecting Nora Scott to return a few hours later—
Imdiately, without hesitation, he had co running.
But—
Nora Scott said she wasn’t interested in cha.
Noticing Danilo Mill’s dazed expression, Nora Scott arched an eyebrow and casually said, "I’m here to watch my two brothers’ match."
Danilo Mill: "..."
Two brothers?
Instinctively, Danilo Mill thought of Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, the undefeated and most popular duo in the high school division.
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