"Hmph, you bastard."
After a hard-fought game, I won 2-1.
I was a bit dumbfounded. No, reality isn't a web novel, so maybe this is how it's supposed to be?
"Fuck, I knew it beforehand and still lost one round. As expected, the first string is the first string, those fucking talented bastards."
From the perspective of someone without talent, it was truly disgusting. Of course, you can't help what you're born with.
Especially in esports and the arts or athletics, talent plays an even bigger role.
I know and understand that these guys also put in effort, which is why they succeed.
But fuck, it's sickening. It means that those who don't have it can never beat those who do, unless they have some kind of cheat.
I sighed and stood up from my seat. It seemed everyone but me and one other person had lost.
Seeing them bury their heads in their keyboards and sigh deeply, it was obvious, just obvious.
"At least I'll be moving up with the person who joined at the same time."
