'I guess it won't be too hard to make sure judges just love me more than Angelo,' Tristan thought. 'But he's unusual, exotic—the public loves this, and judges love high TV ratings.'
Maybe it would've worked out, maybe it wouldn't have. Either way, Tristan felt humbled.
Even with his system, there were people who could compete with him, and people who were just better. And without the system, Trystan would be rotting in prison right now.
A moment later, he sat straighter and clenched his jaw.
'So what?! I'm not going to give up on my goals, just because I met an obstacle I didn't expect! If I want a smooth start in the industry and a lot of CP to help me later, I have to win this contest, so I will do it! Honest methods or by foul, what does it matter?'
When Angelo returned to the waiting room, just as emotionless as when he left, Tristan's determination was even brighter than before. He prepared to show not just his 100%, but his 200%!
