...I was taking part in a "stair climbing competition"...

Q: I’m not interested in any sports game like this. How can I join it?

A: The only exception is that it is not a real sport game. It’s more an everyday activity. Maybe in the subconscious I want to compete, but not in a formal way.

...Quite different from the popular ones, this one I was in required competitors to climb downstairs...

A: The same reason as the afore one. I want a competition, but in a pleasant way. Going downstairs is much easier.

...I was in the lead—be exactly, the second place. A Germany was ahead of me...

A: Maybe I want to win by all means. But I don’t want to push myself to the edge and that’s why I always try to be the top one. Why a Germany? Maybe because Janet mentioned a Germany girl in her group to me yesterday.

...In the final stage of the game, I caught up with the lead and rushed out of the building before him with my hands raised high above head in joy of victory. To my surprise, there was no exciting crowd waiting out there. I felt so awkward and confused. All of a sudden, I saw my parents there, but obviously not paying attention to my arrival...

Q: I can’t find any reasonable explanations for this scene.

...Then the angle of view turned from the first person to the third person. About thousands of competitors flooded out of the exit at the same time. It’s like a bottle of wine placed upside down. The capsule was pulled out and all the wine flew out...