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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 - 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝙵𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Here's the post." Ray announced, placing down a wooden post that we will be using for the stall.

"Thank you. All right...Emma." Y/n called out to the young lady, who replied with a cheerful hum.

"Is the solar panel okay like this?" Y/n asked, holding up the solar panel that was shaped like demon horns.

"It's okay-okay!" Emma cheered.

"S-Solar?" Ray repeated with a stutter, seeming confused.

"I've set up the power control system as well." Emma informed. Y/n asked if she made it USB-compatible and she nodded, saying that it's 3.0.

"I added a passive radar array as well. With that, we can detect people who are using optic camouflage." Emma informed.

"Why would a food stall need something like that?!" Ray questioned. Y/n told him that we were going for the 'Best Stall' prize.

"It also runs on eco-friendly electricity. There's more! The stall's equipped with newly-developed sodium-ion batteries." Emma added.

"Even if it happens to rain and we can't use the solar panels, we'll be fine for 24 hours." Y/n elaborated.

"We have anti-Electromagnetic Pulse, or rather anti-EMP systems in place as well." Norman added, approaching them with the decorations.

"Norman! Y/n! Do something about that antenna idiot! She's being unreasonable. We don't need any of that technology stuff she's making." Ray pointed at Emma, who looked offended.

"I know, right? But I'm glad she's so cheerful!" Norman smiled as he closed his eyes with his arms crossed.

"I wanted you to stop her! We might even lose the competition. You knew that from the very start, huh?" Ray asked. Norman looked down.

Y/n was too focused on helping Emma out with the unreasonable projects she's making for the stall.

"Emma was up all night thinking about ideas for the stall. Y/n was studying late at night since she didn't have the time to study after all the paperwork she reviewed." Norman mentioned.

Before you think Norman is a stalker for knowing all of that information, Emma was asking Norman for ideas via texting, even though it was late at night.

Norman noticed the tired look on Y/n's face as she reviewed the submitted requests. She would even end up accidentally falling asleep during meetings.

"Still, it's not the correct thing! It's a boat made of mud! You're correct and shouldn't feel ashamed. Don't distort your decision based on emotions, Norman!" Ray yelled as he gripped his book.

"It's not that, Ray. I also want to make a boat out of mud!" Norman raised his arms sideways as Ray looked at him as if he was some kind of psychopath.

"Why? Aren't you different? You're more cool-headed and you've always chosen the best option, so...why?" Ray grabbed his collar, but Norman just smirked.

"Because I like her. I like Emma, so that's why I want her to be smiling." Norman grinned, making Ray let go of his collar.

"You're crazy...and what if Emma gets disappointed with the result after getting her hopes so high up?" Ray questioned.

"I won't let us lose. That's why I'm going to utilize myself. Luckily, I've always managed to accomplish what I set out to do." Norman boasted.

"And if you bake mud, it'll become a vessel. A boat made out of mud won't necessarily sink." he retorted.