Old Acquaintance

"With potential like this, achieving such accomplishments must not have been easy."

Liam immediately doubted the words of the vice principal.

"What do you mean?"

The vice principal didn't answer right away. He stared into the blood-red crystal, contemplating for a few seconds before continuing:

"Nothing… You'll find out soon enough!"

Then, he looked back at the notebook in his hand and shouted:

"Next contestant..."

But his tone suddenly became gentle, unexpectedly pleasant, quite unlike the harsh way he had called out the names of the other contestants earlier.

"Oliver Smith"

It was blatant favoritism.

Liam was genuinely curious about who this special person could be. He turned his gaze forward.

From the stands, a figure slowly emerged. As she stepped forward, the audience around them immediately gaped, and murmurs filled the air.