Bab 116: [Club House Competition] [4] [2V2]

"....So who is going first?"

Athela's voice echoed in our room just beside the open stadium, separated by only a wall of glass.

We sat on two different benches, with Shyamal sitting beside me.

And I sat far away from her.

The cheering of the audience was at an all-time high as they waited for the respective members to come out.

'..Five minutes.'

I mushed, glancing at the timer counting down on the display hovering above.

"...Are you guys coming forward, or should I make a team randomly?" Athela threatened, glaring at us, her red eyes filled with annoyance.

No one came forward as we sat quietly.

"...Okay then." She nodded her head aggressively after not getting any answer. "..Shyamal and Tristan, you guys go."

"No." Almost instantly, Shyamal rejected her. "I will not go with him."

"Why?" Frowning, Athela asked.