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 astonishment, 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 mentioning, not saying a word, exuding arrogance everywhere.
"Is my brother that awesome?"
Oliver was also taken aback by the scene.
Nora looked over in confusion, "Wasn't it you two who made the mecha?"
"..." Oliver choked, "No, I meant the operation. We rushed making this mecha, and it was just completed recently. It has many mechanisms, and the remote control is especially hard to handle. A few days ago, he was still driving the mecha around recklessly."
However, in just a few days, Marcus's operation...
???
No wonder he's a boss at playing games.
"Maybe it's just like playing games."
