The players from Crescent Moon rushed as a group toward the embarrassed Hyeonu. Each of them, bar one, helped to hold one of their Hyung’s trophies and rectangular plates. Hyeonu gave away what he had in his hand, turned back, and walked toward the center of the stage that contained the host and commentators.

“It is already the third award, but please express your feelings. Player Gang Hyeonu.”

The host handed Hyeonu another trophy and rectangular plate. Hyeonu skillfully accepted them this time. One hand held a trophy while the rectangular plate was inserted under his armpits.

“This time, you can hold the microphone yourself.” The host smiled and handed over the microphone to Hyeonu.

This time, Hyeonu was able to hold it with one hand.

“That's right.” Hyeonu accepted the microphone. Then he turned away and spoke something other than his feelings, “I didn’t know I would pick up the microphone again only a few seconds after I expressed my feelings... it would’ve been difficult to win this award without the help of my fellow...