"So, have you ever gotten one of those spots?"
That single question was like a needle, instantly popping the young man's inflated balloon of confidence.
His expression froze.
The awkwardness was like a bald salesman peddling hair growth tonic getting his toupee exposed on the spot.
The scene grew a little awkward for a moment.
"Ahem..."
The young man quickly recomposed himself. The embarrassment lasted only an instant before being plastered over by his thick skin.
"Bro, you really know how to kill a conversation."
He sighed, putting on the world-weary air of a misunderstood genius:
"I may not have gotten one myself, but I've seen others get one with my own two eyes!"
"You know how it is. For this kind of top-tier opportunity, it's not just about money—you also need to have fate on your side."
The young man pointed to his own head and said with a wry smile:
"Me? I've got the brains. It's just my Martial Arts aptitude that's... a little bit lacking."
