"Sir."
It's that nerd with the spectacles, does he also want to forfeit?
Yes, what is it?
"Fire service."
"Pardon?"
"The answer to your question is fire service."
"What?" The others asked aloud, clearly confused as to what was happening. Until it occurred to them. While they were sad and confused this guy was thinking of the answer to the question.
This guy. He was thinking of the answer while we were going through mental nirvana. He's cold. Look at him with those lenses. Now that I look at it, his eyes I mean. They are like that of a dead fish, emotionless. The results are all that matters to him. That's what I can read from his face and posture. It's like he's telling us, I don't give a damn except when I get what I want. Damn, he's ice-cold.
'Oh, the supervisor looks disappointed. Look how he's clenching his teeth holding himself back from doing something. What a psycho.
But this nerd. Hais. For the first time, I think he looks good in those glasses. His charisma and intelligence are unmatched. He saved us from that hell. If that scene went on for a second more I might be broken. Who am I kidding, I am on the verge of being broken.
I've come this far to give up. Let me use this as a lesson to polish myself. Who knows the next time it might be a loved one in that position and I might lack what it takes to save her. I honestly am unsure, on one hand, I want the supervisor to erase my memory of this nightmare but on the other hand, I don't want him to. Enough of this mental torture, let's see what 'our dear supervisor has in store for us.
"The answer is correct. Should I say as expected, wise irregularity? It's a waste of time with you here. I can't have fun. The next question, I'm six years old, and my brother is half my age. I'm now 60 years old. How old is he?" with a bored look he projected the question to us mentally.
"The answer is 30," I quickly said to earn the points. This was a pretty simple question. Look at the look of disappointment on their face. I just want to get over this and then go to my next life. I at least deserve a peaceful life in my second cycle. Oh, how wrong he was. His life would be a roller coaster.
Now all that's left is for the Supervisor to accede that it's correct, and then we move on.
"It's the wrong answer."
"What, how is it wrong? I've reviewed my answer and brushed through again," I don't understand, how did I get it wrong?
"Listen, boy, I'm not here to tutor you so stop asking me unnecessary questions. You're annoying like a fly. I can get rid of you very easily but there are bigger stakes. So I'll tolerate you for now. Listen, anyone who answers the question correctly gets double points… No triple point."
" 57. That's the answer right?" the boy with red hair said, not knowing whether he was answering or asking.
'Oh look who it is. The dude who was pestering Viva along with other boys. If this is to be correct, then how is it 57? Let me go about it again and see. So the question was I'm six years old, and my brother is half my age. I'm now 60 years old. How old is he? So if I look at it from this angle, it says that at that time he was 6 his brother was half his age. Doesn't it just mean that his brother is just three years younger than him? How stupid can I be? My thought process is just branching elsewhere.'
"The answer is correct. Triple points for you."
Immediately after hearing that his answer was correct and he tripled his point, he couldn't contain his smugness. He further rubbed it in our faces and mocked Viva in addition. "See, I told you I would take first place in this competition. There's a popular saying in my hometown. It goes like this, the first shall be the last and the last shall be the first. You should have taken up my proposal when I gave you my hand. Now you can no longer walk side by side with me. But rather have to chase my shadow. I'm in a good mood so I'll give you a second chance. Join me and in the next life we shall take over the world," after saying that he waited for Viva to make a choice.
'This guy why is he hell-bent on taking Viva with him? Does he covet her beauty? Is he obsessed with her? Is the white hair playing a role? If Dorothy hair had been white I might probably have raped her. Whoa those are some dark thoughts I'm having. Wait this ain't about Dorothy. I don't doubt that Viva is very beautiful but it's just that she seems to lack a bit in the front and department compared to Dorothy. Let's see what happens,' Vincent thought to himself while waiting for how this episode would go.
"No, thank you," I looked at the red-haired boy who has been pestering me to join him in world domination. 'He thinks I can't see it. Though he tries to hide it the lust in him cannot be hidden. I don't doubt the world domination aspect but he thinks of me as some silverware to complement the main price. I didn't come this far to be someone else's spoils of war or something along that line. I also have dreams and I plan to chase them.
Viva had a euphonious voice that had a calming effect. It was beautiful if you could call it that, the same time it was pleasant.
"Oh, she can actually complete a sentence without vulgarities Wow, and here I was thinking she couldn't speak politely or just knew how to be rude," Vincent accidentally spoke out loud. Though keeping the rest of his thoughts hidden.'She always has that blank look on her face as though she's doesn't know what's doing on but, her mouth is like a barbarian, well technically. Which lady actually says scram fodder. Wasn't the trope of white-haired females cold and aloof.
"Shut up, perv. No one asked for your opinion," I told this loud mouth so he knows who to mess with and who to not mess with, sending a shiver-inducing glare in his direction.
'This pervert what does he mean by can't complete a sentence without vulgarities. He used just that one time I spoke to judge me. Hmph perverted brute.
"Ok, next question…