Chapter 308 - Entering the Competition (5) - Evans POV (1/2)

”People from the first district are really different,” a friend of mine commented.

He stared at them not touching any of their plates. Instead, it appeared that they brought their own food with them. It was almost the same yogurt that Luke brought to my house to feed Rika for breakfast. None of my friends believed me when I told them my sister went to school in the first district. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-pov_48940320808820705 for visiting.

This was why they froze when Rika ran to greet me after the first presentation ended. We didn't resemble each other as they started to admire her beauty. When her friend, another beauty in the same uniform called for her, she ran off after a short greeting.

”Your sister is really pretty,” he couldn't stop staring at her back.

My sister had really changed a lot. It was hard to find traces of her old appearance where I could find the similar features we inherited from our parents. Only her orange-speckled eyes remained with her same personality.

I looked around for her during dinner time after I went to explore the nearby area with my friends. When I asked the staff, it appeared that they already took their dinner before the rest of us. Everyone knew that the organizers usually stuck to the schedule like it was a lawbook. From the stories I heard from my seniors, nobody was an exception to this rule.

However, it seemed to not apply to people who came from the first district. Instead, I decided to visit their rooms when I heard they came back from their break with my friend. I froze in shock as it appeared like they were removing all the furniture in their rooms with new ones. Could they do this?

”People in the first district don't live in the same world as us,” my friend also appeared surprised.

”I heard those rooms are actually a double suite. Two people share one room and that room is double the size of ours,” my senior recalled.

All the abandoned furniture looked like they were swimming in luxury. It was nothing compared to the rooms we were given where four people had to share one room. I gulped as I wondered if we could use them instead. However, there was no way the organizers would help move them as they did for the people in the first district.

We decided to visit them another time since they looked busy. My friend's phone vibrated to show a message sent by one of the organizers once we settle into our rooms. He read the message out loud, ”the event is being deferred an hour since they're switching the location to outside.”

”Someone from the first district went to check on the location and they got sick,” my senior entered our room.

”They got sick from entering a room?” My friend appeared stunned.

”Apparently this year's contestants from the first district mostly come from powerful families,” he explained as if it was an open secret.