The competition venue was set up in a very cool manner, brimming with a high-tech vibe.
Right in the center was a stage, surrounded by the seating areas for the audience.
Qiao Yun and the others arrived early backstage to prepare.
Even before it started, Lu Shiran was so nervous that his hands trembled, checking the performance of the Tyrannosaurus robot now and then.
This made Yu Fan and Cheng Yi nervous as well.
"Sis, don't be nervous," Lu Shiran tried to soothe Qiao Yun.
Qiao Yun calmly responded, "I'm not nervous."
"Oh, then it's just me who's nervous," Lu Shiran swallowed hard, his eyes darting around, looking at the differently-shaped robots from other teams, his spirit highly strung.
The man who had mocked them the day before glanced at him as he passed by, "Falling apart before it even starts? Don't cry like a little lord if you lose later."
Lu Shiran snorted disdainfully, "Just make sure you don't wet your pants if you lose."
