Rise of Robert,the youngest student billionaire.

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As Robert walked away, the adrenaline from his unexpected victory pulsed through his veins. He didn’t just win a game; he’d dismantled the player’s carefully constructed ego, piece by piece, in front of his biggest supporters.

The crowd's applause echoed behind him, blending with the faint sounds of the player’s furious ranting.

Robert glanced over his shoulder, seeing the player’s friends struggling to console him, clearly uncomfortable as he fumed. Every bit of confidence and swagger the player had displayed earlier seemed to drain away.

He could barely look at his own friends, his head lowered in disgrace.

One of the player’s closest friends, a tall guy with an arrogant smirk who’d been one of the loudest jeerers, threw his arm around the player and muttered loud enough for Robert to hear, “Come on, man. He got lucky, that's all. It’s not like he can repeat that with a real challenge.”

Robert chuckled under his breath, amused by the desperate attempts to save face. He turned and