38: Chapter 38 The Awareness of Being a Waste

The National Superpower Awakening Ceremony arrived as scheduled.

The Youfeng City government arranged for the ceremony to be held at the city's largest square—Guangming Square.

With three hours still to go before the ceremony, the perimeter of the square was already packed with people.

Generally speaking, this kind of national-level Awakening ceremony did not allow unrelated members of the public to watch. However, in recent years, in response to the Human Alliance's "Revenue Generation" policies, the Mayor of Youfeng City had unexpectedly allowed some people to enter and observe with tickets.

But most of those allowed into the venue were members of wealthy families or councilors, and they had been able to enter early.

Those currently gathered outside were mostly streamers and reporters. They were all craning their necks, trying their best to find the youths who were about to undergo the Awakening ceremony.

One had to understand that today was their closest opportunity to come into contact with the big shots who would stir up the world in the future, and the first-hand information they obtained might become hot commodities later on.

For instance, there was once a very lucky reporter who interviewed Elder Qian, who is now one of the leaders of the Human Alliance. After Elder Qian rose to prominence, the exclusive interview data was bought out by an internet company for a high price, allowing the reporter to achieve financial freedom from then on.

Soon, buses from several Superpower high schools arrived.

Students with various expressions got off the buses one after another and walked toward the Awakening waiting area.

“Hello, I'm from the xxx Daily. May I ask how you are feeling right now?”

“Are you confident about your Superpower Awakening?”

“What kind of Superpower do you hope to awaken?”

...

These reporters and streamers were like hungry wolves seeing a flock of sheep, quickly surrounding them, wishing they could shove their microphones into the students' mouths.

It was only under the efforts of the teachers in charge, who drove them away, that they slowly retreated to wait for the next batch of students preparing for the ceremony.

Those who succeeded in their interviews looked delighted, while those who failed sighed silently.

Among them, a small-statured reporter was anxiously wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Because of his build, he couldn't squeeze past his burly colleagues at all. He could only stand on the periphery, standing on his tiptoes, barely managing to capture some video with his camera.

He stared somewhat blankly at the camera in his hands; this was his livelihood, bought with almost all his savings.

He knew clearly that if he couldn't find a good opportunity to interview someone, he would lose the job he had just found.

“Excuse me, where is the entrance for the independent Awakening participants?”

The reporter felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around and carefully sized up the youth before him.

A handsome face, a sunny smile—he looked like a youth full of vitality.

However...

“Hello, student. Did you get separated from your school's group? Also, why aren't you wearing your school uniform?”

Qian Mo looked at the man's confused expression and felt confused himself.

“What? Can't I participate in the Awakening ceremony if I'm not a student? I signed up under the social public category.”

“But... no one has signed up for that category in the Awakening ceremony for many years. And given your age, wouldn't it be better to participate through a Superpower high school channel?”

“Uh... that's because...”

“That's because this guy was so much of a loser that he dropped out!”

Before Qian Mo could finish his sentence, a piercing, mocking voice came from behind him.

The two people talking turned their heads and saw several arrogant faces appearing before them.

This was the same group of people who had been with Liu Yan and were beaten up by him at the school gate earlier.

“I was wondering why the water wouldn't boil today; turns out it's because you 'boiling-trash' were missing.”

“A person born with no spiritual power like you dares to call us losers?!”

“If I am a loser...”

A mocking smile hung on the corner of Qian Mo's mouth.

“Then aren't you guys, who were beaten into the ground by a loser like me, even more of a loser than a loser?”

“You...”

They say the truth is a sharp blade; the group was left speechless by Qian Mo's retort.

Seeing the tension between the two sides, the small reporter keenly sensed an opportunity. He quickly turned on his camera and centered the lens on the calm and composed Qian Mo.

[Ding! Posturing Points +20.]

The System's cold mechanical voice rang in Qian Mo's mind.

He actually preferred the type of person who made a fortune in silence, but the System had just issued a mission:

Successful posturing will earn a certain amount of Posturing Points based on influence. After the mission ends, the host can receive a mysterious reward corresponding to the final level of Posturing Points obtained.

Well, it's all for the mission. It's definitely not that I want to do this.

Qian Mo hadn't realized yet that his personality after transmigration was inevitably being influenced by the original owner.

“Qian Mo...”

A cold voice came, and then Yu Linger, dressed in her school uniform, walked into everyone's view.

“You should know that the power of an ordinary person has its limits after all. As a loser, you must have the resolve of a loser.”

She walked past the youth with such indifference, not even sparing him a glance.

“Excuse me, let me through.”

This was what she said to the frail reporter.

“Oh... okay...”

Seeing such an elegant beauty, the small reporter instantly realized something and quickly pointed his camera at Yu Linger's cold and pretty face.

But after only a few seconds of filming, a large crowd of reporters suddenly squeezed over, seizing his original best shooting angle.

Various questions were fired out like machine-gun rounds.

“Hello, Young Miss. Are you the recommended student from our city, Miss Yu Linger?”

“Would it be convenient to ask you a few questions?”

“What are your hobbies...”

“Regarding the marriage partner mentioned online...”

...

“What are you doing? I was here first!”

The frail reporter tried desperately to squeeze back in, but it was to no avail. Under the counter-force of the crowd, he was even knocked to the ground, nearly damaging the camera lens.

Qian Mo put his hands in his pockets, his previous casual smile replaced by a serious expression.

“Do your best and leave the rest to fate. If it is not what I wish, then I shall act against the heavens! This... is my resolve.”

Sitting on the ground and holding his powered-on camera, the frail reporter stared blankly at the youth who was radiating a sharp edge from head to toe.

In his eyes, the world was divided into two parts: one was the Genius girl surrounded by admirers like stars around the moon, and the other was the youth fighting against fate alone.

The girl's halo was still dazzling, but the youth's ambition was like a star in the dark night—small, but even more touching.

He raised his camera, his hands trembling slightly as he pressed the shutter...

On the other side, Yu Linger, with her back to Qian Mo, tilted her head slightly. She said nothing more, simply passing through the crowd and entering through the venue entrance. The other students who had come to find trouble also left.

Seeing the girl leave, the crowd dispersed like a receding tide, leaving only Qian Mo, who was still striking a pose, and the frail reporter on the ground.

“Eh? I acted so cool, yet no one interviewed me?”

Qian Mo scratched his head. What he had just said was indeed from the bottom of his heart. But saying it so loudly on purpose was also to attract those reporters to better complete the System's mission. As it turned out, no one gave him the time of day.

“Um, hello student. I'm a reporter too. May I ask you a few questions?”

The frail reporter handed his business card to the youth.

“My pleasure.”

The youth glanced at the business card handed to him, his eyes sparkling.

After all, he was still at an age of youthful vigor; who wouldn't want to present themselves grandly in front of a camera?

Previously, to protect his White Wolf, he had to be cautious. But now he was about to go to university and take Xiao Yan far away from this place of trouble.

The pressure in his heart was slowly being released, and the sunny confidence unique to the original youth was beginning to show its edge.

Hearing the youth's words, the reporter stood up and rubbed his hands excitedly.

As the time for the ceremony drew near, more and more students arrived. But in the focused eyes of the frail reporter at this moment, the high-spirited youth who was called a loser was the true protagonist.