The camera had been trained on Qin Fen the whole time. Every word he said now reached everyone's ears, and with all the shouting, the quarterfinal had become even more shocking than the finals.
The host was completely stunned. He had tried to bait Qin Fen into saying something to salvage the situation, but before he tried, he had not known that once he did, there would be no saving it! The host wanted to cry.
Every team looked furious, while every spectator looked thrilled. This was unprecedented in the history of the Robot Competition. Qin Fen had turned over a new page for it.
It was one hell of a new page, but everyone in the production crew, from the director and executive producer down to the cameramen and lighting crew, had gone completely insane.
Wasn't this going to throw off the pace of the competition? What had originally been a ninety-minute program now had to be condensed, and no one even knew by how much. The robot project team all wanted to die.
Everyone looked at Qin Fen as if he were crazy.
The host trembled as he took back the microphone. "Heh heh, Professor Qin was just joking with everyone!" The quick-witted host once again tried to save the situation. Since it was a joke, everyone should not take it seriously and should just enjoy the competition.
So it had been a joke. Quite a few viewers were disappointed. That made sense. Who would take on three opponents alone after eating too much? It was incredibly difficult. This was kung fu, not a game. The Robot Competition tested not only robot design and materials technology, but also on-site operation. Variables could arise at any stage. Like football, the ball was round—until the final moment, no one knew