The competition was over.
Everyone was somewhat surprised, yet it also felt only natural.
From the very beginning, Werewolf had been like a grasshopper caught in a spiderweb. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape the hunting net Haifeili had woven.
The trees receded, finally turning into a magical ornamental tree.
After Haifeili packed up her things, she finally left the arena. Many spectators in the stands also began to leave one after another.
"He lost. He stopped at the second match." Xina remained seated in her original spot, thinking absentmindedly.
The back she had believed impossible to catch up to had instead been eliminated by someone on another track. She took a deep breath. There were simply too many geniuses in this world. Perhaps she was not a genius at all.
It was like being first in a certain class, only to reach university and discover that you were actually quite ordinary.
"Xina, snap out of it! We're going to eat beef offal. Want to come?" Aiou's voice exploded beside Xina's ear.
Xina came back to her senses. After a moment of silence, she shook her head. "No, you two go ahead."
Only after Aiou and Mani left did she slowly rise to her feet and let out a soft sigh.
Her feelings were complicated. It was like someone she had tried desperately to catch up to had carelessly fallen into the mud, and now they were once again standing on the same line.
After teleporting from the stands back to the grand plaza, she suddenly saw Werewolf standing motionless in the distance, seemingly pondering some question.
She slowly walked over. Werewolf glanced at her, then awkwardly turned away.
That evening, the shout she had mustered all her courage to make had instead become the source of