***
Amon clapped in the silent stadium, giving his praise for Klein.
While also giving him a smile…
Not genuine or kind.
Just…
A smile.
As Klein's locked with Amon, they flashed in a shade of light pink for a second.
But it faded right away.
Klein gave Amon a slight smile, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
And as Amon clapped, Charlotte also joined him.
After all, Klein was also her teammate back then.
A comrade.
And as the two clapped, slowly, the whole stadium joined in.
It was something very new for Klein as Amon saw his smile widen.
His eyes also brightened up with joy.
With the result being finally declared, Klein started to walk out of the stadium.
But while he was walking, Amon took out his watch and messaged him.
[Amon: Do you want to meet me?]
No assumptions or any sort of greeting.
It was a straight-up yes or no question.
