"Congratulations, you will be chosen to represent the school," Robert found me when I left the stage. "I will see you soon, you aren't as simple as you seem."
"Ah, sure," I shrugged, having no idea who that dude was. We just met, I don't know why he acts so friendly and mysterious. Maybe he is a rich guy or something… but his clothes look plain, nothing like the second-generation millionaires I've seen before.
Anyway, Robert's words turned out to be true. Despite still having three candidates, the coach came to a decision. "43 and 66, you two will be our representatives these years," the coach announced the results before testing the other three to pick our reserve member.
"Good luck," I wished 66, the tanned man who had left an impression on me earlier.
