"Gary Smith didn't awaken his talent until he was eighteen, and by then his parents had already died, leaving him with little money. In other words, he started from hell but he made it here - indeed, if a person doesn't succeed, it's not society's fault!"
"I've already recorded his saying "next" and made it my ringtone to motivate myself!"
"Aren't you afraid that it'll go off when you're with your girlfriend?"
"Damn it, are you the devil?"
"But is there a possibility that Gary Smith possesses the bloodline of the Ancient Monarch? Otherwise, I can't console myself for being a loser!"
"..."
The entire audience in the venue is numb by now, or in more sophisticated terms, their excitement thresholds have been raised by Gary Smith.
We're being played!
A normal match doesn't even excite them anymore - after all, it's all just dull back-and-forth with no thrilling aftermath. But watching Gary Smith...
