A few minutes passed, and there wasn't a single word that came out. The calm music from the cafe playing behind the silent atmosphere made it slightly less tense.
I decided to break the silence,
"So... why did you decide to quit ? After all, without you, everyone would look ugl—"
She suddenly flicked my forehead and scolded me,
"Excuse you ! What do you mean by everyone looking ugly !? Just look at yourself ! Everyone would die to have that face card of yours ! If that's considered ugly, then I'm a roach !"
I tried to stop her from scolding me, but she kept shutting me up by pressing her palm against my face.
In the midst of our heated argument, an advertisement came from the television nearby.
"Greetings everyone, my name is Dr. Aurèle. I decided to create a program where young citizens could become heroes for this torturous world. Those who join this program will be called as 'Saviours'. Now I'm going to pass the microphone to an intern."
I turned to look at Sheng Yue, who was typing aggressively on her phone. I tried to intervene, but she kept ignoring me.
Then she suddenly shouted in excitement,
"I'm going to sign up for this program ! Soon I'll be a well-known her—"
I interrupted,
"What does this program even give you ? What if it's a scam ?"
She laughs at me,
"Of course you blondies wouldn't bother to sign up. After all you're too majestic to waste your time. Even if you did, you wouldn't stand a chance ! Now, I shall get going."
She grabbed her bag and waved her hand,
"再见吧 ! (Zaijian ba !)"
After Sheng Yue left, I decided to sign up for the event. After all, working as an actor has been tiring and traumatizing... After filling up everything, a notification popped up and told me where the location is.
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"Your destination has arrived, please lend some tips" said an AI voice from the car.
After I payed, I went inside the destinated place. It was crowded with people, waiting for their turn. All of them were waiting for their turn to be interviewed.
Just as I look around my surroundings, there was a man who piqued my interest.
Standing near the doorway was a man with dark ash-brown hair, tied loosely at the back while a few strands fell over his face. His pale amber eyes held a calm unreadable expression.
The black coat he wore fluttered lightly with each moment. Despite the quiet atmosphere around him, there was something about his presence that felt oddly distant, steady, and discipline.
"Shin Hayato, it's your turn" said an interviewer.
The man who stood on the doorway then walked away after glancing at my direction.
"Mr. Aléssio it's your turn. Is Mr. Aléssio here ?"
I stood up when I heard my name. I followed the interviewer to another room.