"You see, they should be announcing our country's contestants tomorrow, right? Whether they're dragons or worms, we'll know soon enough!"
"..."
Honestly, it was practically like taking the gaokao back then.
No, no, no, no, no! It actually felt more like watching one's own child walk into the gaokao examination hall.
Or rather—
Even in that situation, I had never been this nervous.
National Luck, National Luck...
Although the rules clearly stated that the stronger the National Luck, the better the guaranteed rewards would be.
But that was only the guarantee.
Who knew just how far that guarantee would go?
Could they get an SSR?
If nothing else, an SR would do!
I wasn't picky.
"So... will we win?" someone joked, playing along with the meme.
"We'll win." Someone immediately picked up the line.
Afterward, everyone exchanged glances and gradually began to laugh.
But slowly, slowly—
They fell silent again.
In the end, they laughed ruefully, seeming somewhat relieved.
"You heard that too, Little Griseo. We still have things to do. Whoever brought you here hasn't stepped forward either. If you're thirsty, there's something to drink over there. If you're hungry, there's food over there. If you want to go home, do you remember the address? We can take you back."
Supervisor Sister gently stroked Little Griseo's head.
She did it. She actually did it.
She finally did it.
She froze for a moment, then her eyes shone with brilliant light.
Just looking at Little Griseo's obedient, little-beast-like appearance, she, who was already a mother herself, liked her immensely.
"We'll win."
Little Griseo suddenly spoke with absolute certainty.
Her soft voice was crisp, sonorous, and forceful, ringing out with conviction.
It revealed a serious determination.
There wasn't the slightest hint that she was joking!
It was so natural, yet it