As the three of them chatted casually, something in the crowd suddenly caught Luka's attention.
His gaze sharpened as he spotted the main character making his entrance, blending into the sea of students.
His face was cold and expressionless, like carved ice.
Trailing beside him was Nike. Her usual spark dimmed, her demeanor reserved and subdued.
The two found a spot and sat down without exchanging a single word, an invisible wall of tension between them.
'I wonder if she told him yet or not…' Luka mused to himself, but he quickly shoved the thought aside.
Right now, his focus needed to stay on the selection trials.
Suppressing a yawn, he leaned back in his seat, letting the noise of the stadium wash over him.
Time passed, and soon, the sea of students settled down, each finding a place to sit.
The chatter slowly faded into a low murmur.
It was then that the Headmaster appeared, walking onto the center of the platform with a microphone in hand.
