"Sis, we just got the signal back, and now we can check the scores," Oliver started, but then his voice turned a bit apologetic, "Didn't perform too well, the score's not ideal."
"What's the score?"
Receiving Oliver's call, Nora became indifferent.
— Even if he didn't get the top score, you couldn't say Oliver wasn't excellent.
— After all, Oliver's situation is special, can't expect him to perform normally.
Oliver sighed, "Same as bro."
"He's that useless?" Nora's tone immediately changed.
Oliver: "Huh?"
Marcus: "..." There's a double standard here?!
"How much lower than 713?" Nora asked.
"713?" Oliver was stunned.
Nora said, "Marshall's score."
"... It's not so bad that I'm at the point of comparing with him," Oliver's tone was somewhat odd, as if feeling his caliber was lowered.
Although his tone was always gentle, it had a hint of youthful arrogance.
Upon hearing this, Nora felt relieved, "That's fine." Then she asked, "How was it abnormal?"
