Chapter 393

At the Youth Science and Technology Contest arena, Harold sat inside the mech, frantically pressing the power button, but the machine remained lifeless. His brows furrowed deeply in frustration. What was going on? Just yesterday, during the test run, everything had worked perfectly. The spectators in the stands began to murmur and exchange skeptical glances. "What’s going on? Did the junior team build this flashy mech just to show off a glorified paperweight?" "Isn’t it obvious? The guy’s been sitting in it forever, and it hasn’t moved an inch. Clearly, it’s all show and no substance." "I heard they recruited two supposedly genius students this year. Is this the best they could come up with?" "Well, at least it’s better than last year. Remember that ridiculous robot? Its head fell off and sprayed red ink everywhere. Scared the kids half to death." In the front row of the stands, Bryson and Jameson sat side by side. Jameson’s face was stern as he turned to Bryson. "Bryson, what’s going