The guy nodded and walked close to the machine but did nothing as he glanced at Sam with a shy expression.
"Let's take a break?", Sam immediately turned to me.
"Why?!" I asked with a frown even though I knew the play.
"I say we take a break!", Sam said aggressively seemingly ready to fight if I was.
This time everyone's eyes were on us.
This opportunity was immediately used to tweak the settings; after getting everyone's attention.
"It's my turn, and I am to decide if I want a break or not!", My expression equally became aggressive.
Looking at the both of us, it was clear I was no match for him.
People his age were no match, what's more a slim teenager like myself.
Plain observation says that.
Caleb's observation on the other hand.... Let's hope someone calls the ambulance on time.
"Yeah!"
"It's his turn, what's the break for?!"
"Why using your big muscles to oppress the young man?!"
The watchers began to comment.
Especially those who had placed a bet on the game.
"Brother Sam!", The tweaker quickly tapped Sam on his arms lightly.
As soon as Sam felt and saw him, his original aggressive appearance eased up.
"You are all right.... He is actually the one playing, what was I thinking?!", He said tapping his head lightly; acting as though he took the words of the crowd and repented.
I shook my head slightly and turned back to the game.
"Stop delaying your loss!", I said as I place my hand on the machine.
With a smile, he said: "when have I ever been afraid of loosing?! I am a man, loosing is part of living."
On hearing this, I smiled slightly.
This illiterate thinks tweaking the settings would help him win.
The game began and the first question popped up.
"Puff!", Roger who stood next to me with a fast beating heart exclaimed in shock; even he had no idea what transpired behind the scenes.
"Wah?!"
"What level is this?!"
"Cheats!!"
The watchers yelled one after the other.
I smiled slightly even after a few seconds had passed.
"What's he doing?!"
"Is he really going to..."
"He's...."
"How?!"
"He's doing it!!!"
At this time I had bagged 15 questions and the game's time count was 30.
Sam's heart beat increased it's pace.
"How's he doing it?!", The tweaker asked him.
Without replying, he took a step forward just as I was about to input the answer to the last question.
His palm slowly went through the wind about to land on my shoulder; obviously to waste a few seconds off the clock.
I bent slightly as I inputed the final answer.
His palm just fell through, unable to touch me.
"Yeah!!!"
"He did it!!"
"How?!!"
"Wow!!"
"Even after they had cheated!"
The crowd went wild.
Sam's gang was solemn and quiet.
Among them only Roger's heart wasn't beating fast.
Shock had frozen even his motion.
"Loosing ain't a problem for men..", I said and turned to Sam as others in the background who made bets did their exchange.
He looked at me and was unable to utter a word.
"Brother Sam...", I snapped my finger in front of his face.
"How did you do it?!", He finally uttered.
"I told you I was good back at school!", I replied with a smile.
"This... This was...", He stuttered.
"623!", I said opening my palm.
On seeing my palm, he chuckled like a lunatic and placed the money on my palm.
"You really are the man you said...", I said holding the dollar bills trying to calm down his nerves by flattery, to ease my next request.
He sighed and glanced around.
"What else do you want?!", He asked with gritted teeth.
I smiled and stuffed the cash in my pocket.
Looked back up and uttered one word: "You!"
To be continued...
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