A slight distortion appeared on Andrew's perfect smile; he was now struggling to control his emotions and chuckled almost imperceptibly.
"hehe……"
That's really cruel.
The indifferent gaze swept past him silently, as if he didn't exist, cutting across him like a sharp sword.
It left deep marks on his soul, tearing away his facade time and again.
After Andrew made his choice, he knew this outcome was inevitable; it was only a matter of time.
The Joker, even when wearing a hero's crown, is not different in essence from his attire.
He is still himself; he hasn't changed.
In the stories sung by bards, such clowns are always exposed in public at the end of the chapter and forced to remove the crown that does not belong to them.
The false hero reverts to his old clown form, once again slinking away into hiding.
Most of those stories end like this.
Moreover, Andrew was certainly aware of how things would unfold.
What is false will always be false and can never become true. Even if it is exposed one day, it's okay.
But Andrew did not expect that this ending would come so quickly.
Before he could use this last bit of time to announce his ideas or demonstrate his value under the watchful eyes of these legends, Ning Feng had already arrived.
You're already several hours late, can't you just keep waiting?
Why did it have to happen at this time!
?
Just give me another half hour... No!
In just twenty more minutes, I can finish everything. Then it will be your time, and I won't participate.
Just a little later!
!
Creak.
The back teeth made a sound as they were squeezed together, like his unwilling but unspeakable anger.
Da da da.
The crisp sound of the heels hitting the ground made Andrew's movements even more stiff.
He was already behind him; he could feel the other person's breath.
Dongdong!
"Excuse me, my companion isn't used to wearing high heels. Could you please move aside?"
Well?
After pausing for only a moment, Andrew quietly walked away, not blocking Ning Feng's path.
"Thanks."
Ning Feng, accompanied by a woman dressed in an elegant gown and wearing a black feather mask, and dressed in a matching black gift, smiled and nodded at Andrew as they passed by, then walked directly through the path Andrew had cleared for them.
She never looked at him again.
Ning Feng, dressed in a black tuxedo, and Andrew, dressed in a white tuxedo, formed a striking contrast.
Although the overall tone was black, Ning Feng's aura alone made him more eye-catching than Andrew in his white suit passing by.
Praises, admiration, sighs of emotion... all sorts of voices erupted at the same time as Ning Feng crossed Andrew's path.
They ignored the nominal champion and went for what they believed to be the real champion.
It wasn't that no one noticed Andrew's unusual behavior, but after weighing the pros and cons, they still chose to go to Ning Feng's side first.
Offering help in times of need is certainly better than adding to someone's success, but only if the two are roughly equal.
When the differences are vast, adding the finishing touches might be better.
Born into the Overwatch League, with a legendary background and exceptional personal talent...
In terms of ability, potential, and background, Ning Feng completely surpasses Andrew, and the two are not even comparable.
In the end, at least at this moment, Andrew was abandoned by the others.
As the one who was abandoned, Andrew looked at Ning Feng, who was surrounded by a crowd, and his obviously nervous female companion beside him, and felt a bitter taste spreading in his mouth.
Jealousy, resentment... helplessness.
His eyes gradually turned sinister, his clenched fists turned white at the knuckles, and he bit his lip.
Either erupt in silence or perish in silence.
But Andrew never erupted until the very end; he chose to perish.
In the manner of a loser, he turned and walked toward a deserted corner.
He chose to escape, fleeing from this uncomfortable space.
He pushed open the door and walked towards the balcony behind the side door of the hall, passing through various surprised gazes.
Leaning against the railing, Andrew watched the sky gradually darken, his gaze growing somber.
Doesn't hiding in this corner only confirm his status as a loser?
Andrew knew that the best thing he should do now was to calmly congratulate Ning Feng, and even offered to give the title to Ning Feng.
But he didn't want to, he didn't want to at all.
That's it, what I'm doing is no longer important.
Perhaps there is some relief deep down?
"I've tried my best. If this happens, then no one can say anything more, right?"
"We've already gone this far, I don't think I need to keep trying, right?"
I'm already tired.
I've done enough. Can I stop now?
Staring at the surging waves, his consciousness became somewhat scattered, and he unusually let his mind go blank, not knowing what he was thinking.
After an unknown amount of time, Andrew suddenly woke up from his half-asleep state.
Someone suddenly walked up to him and chuckled softly:
"Don't you like these kinds of occasions either?"
A gentle voice sounded from behind. The person didn't expect a negative answer and walked straight to Andrew's side without waiting for him.
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