Among the crowd, Wu Shan was celebrated by everyone.
But the Wu Shan who walked out from the crowd was flamboyant, arrogant, and disdainful.
The pride that belonged to the youth was magnified tenfold in him and, because of his talent, was magnified fifty times, even a hundred times,
Yet no one felt it was inappropriate. If they had such talent, perhaps they would be even more extravagant and unrestrained; he had the strength to justify it.
Wu Shan waved his hand, occasionally greeting others and even blew two kisses, drawing bouts of cheers.
"Wu Shan, you're amazing!"
"You truly deserve to be number one."
"Awesome."
"Did you see? He scored twice as high as the runner-up."
"My God, that's truly an unattainable level for us."
Wu Shan, who had walked out of the crowd, thoroughly enjoyed the compliments, which were all true; he was indeed that impressive.
