"Ah! Here he is, the contestant that got first place in his group. Ren Dover"
"Hm?"
A reporter suddenly approached me. With a tablet in his hand, the reporter shoved a microphone to my face.
"If you would spare us a minute, would you mind telling us what you were feeling during the match, and how will you continue moving forward?"
"W-well, I'm naturally happy about my result..."
Caught off guard by the reporter, I became slightly flustered.
Though I had expected such a situation to happen, I was still recovering from my previous stunt.
Before I could even calm down, I was thrown into another troublesome situation.
"Is that so, then what are your predictions for the games? Do you think you will make it to the top fifty, or is that a bit too high at the moment?"
"Top fifty?"
My brow raised. My nervousness instantly vanished. What did he just say?
"Yes, although hard, given your qualifications, it should be possible. Given some of the other contestant's scores, although your score is quite high, enough to get you first in the group, there are over a hundred other scores that are higher than yours. Do you think you can beat them?"
"Ha."
The edges of my lips pulled upwards, and a small chuckle escaped from my lips.
'To think that I am being looked down upon this much...'
They probably assumed that my timing was the best I could achieve. That I went all out.
"I might regret saying this, but..."
"Excuse me, is there something fu—"
"Win"
A soft yet audible voice escaped from my mouth.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm going to win, no—", I shook my head. This didn't sound right, "let me rephrase my words..."
Lifting my head, I looked straight into the cameras pointing at me.
"...I will win the dummy massacre games and crush every competitor that stands in my way"
Without waiting for the reporters to ask any more questions, I turned around and left. Behind me, the sound of intense scribbling rang out.
Although it was mainly my fault. I was tired of people looking down on me.
Now that I no longer needed to hide as much as before, it was about time I showed the world a little bit of what I could do.
This was my statement.
[...I will win the dummy massacre games and crush every competitor that stands in my way]
Inside a waiting room, a male's voice echoed from the speakers of a TV screen. On the opposite side of the TV screen was a large black sofa where a platinum-haired youth sat.
—Click!
Raising his hand, the platinumed hair youth turned off the TV. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Who would've thought he was like that?"
Kevin didn't seem to mind this as he quickly turned around and looked in the direction of where Emma was pointing at.
Rolling my eyes, I made my way out of the lounge area.
"What a useless friend..."
Chapter end
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