When Andrew woke up again, the first thing he saw was Taylor sleeping on the edge of the bed.
Something was glittering in the corner of his eyes.
It was hard for him to turn his head around, and his neck hurt as if it was about to break.
When Andrew finally turned his head, he saw a golden trophy on the bedside table, which was even bigger than his torso.
The champion of the 166th four schools competition.
The trophy was engraved with these words.
Above the words, there was a Lion Eagle's badge, symbolizing the owner of the trophy.
Did I win?
Andrew finally regained his memory.
Sure enough, my understanding of Abel was correct.
He was very powerful and resourceful. He deserved to be God's favored one.
He was a gentleman.
At that time, he could have pretended to be confused and put the trophy into his bag, but Andrew knew that he wouldn't do that.
The more decent a genius was, the less likely he is to want such a victory as if it were handed out.