That was the first time Zaiden Santos hadn't come in first place after starting university.
The difference between first and second is that first place is always dazzling, and no one remembers who comes in second.
During the award ceremony, Zaiden Santos sat below the stage, twisting off the cap of his water bottle and taking sips of water.
His gaze was fixed on the stage, curious to see who took first place.
Looking at the name, it was a girl.
Moreover, she was a freshman, which was unbearable.
His friend sat next to him, laughing non-stop.
"Hahaha, Zaiden, after taking the national first place for two consecutive years, how does it feel to be second?"
"I let her have it, okay?" Zaiden Santos glared at him.
"Sure, sure, Mr. Santos is so handsome, anything he says is fine." His friend tried to suppress his laughter, "Hahaha, I can't help it, let me laugh a bit more."
"What's so funny? You can't even rank at all and you're laughing at me?"
