Christopher, whose nose bore a small patch of freckles, felt depressed.
The competition in the gymnasium was about to start, yet he could only guard in front of the 6th Comprehensive Building, hoping anxiously for the instructor to appear.
There was no other choice; after all, his Mecha skills were the worst.
From the distant gymnasium came a surge of noise. The enthusiastic atmosphere seemed to be lifting the gymnasium's roof. All over the campus, some students who had just finished class were hurriedly packing their books into bags and anxiously running toward the gymnasium, afraid of being too late to find a spot to watch.
Christopher gave another glance at the ever-unchanged calmness of the 6th Comprehensive Building, his feet unconsciously moving closer to the gymnasium. It felt like being nearer to the gymnasium might ease his mind.
