"Is it true, Derek? You're amazing," one of them said.
"You have ten spots for the press conference? Derek, we were best friends in high school. You have to give me one," another pleaded.
"And me, Derek. I helped you fight in high school. Don't forget about me," a third chimed in.
Derek spoke up, and everyone eagerly waited for his response. "Well, there are limited spots, but I'll think about it," he said with a smile.
Suddenly, a male classmate looked at Grant and said, "Derek, you haven't decided yet, but there are some people who definitely shouldn't go, like Grant."
"Him?" Derek looked at Grant and sneered. "What qualifications does he have? This is such an important occasion. How could this loser fit in?"
"Hahaha, maybe this loser managed to get an invitation himself?" another classmate mocked, emphasizing the word "borrow."
Grant wasn't angry and calmly nodded. "Yes, I did get an invitation. Kingston told me about it."
"Hahaha!"
"This loser is hilarious!"
