"This…" Ellen furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Theo with a concerned expression. "Theo…"
She couldn't accept Theo's decision because it was a bit too harsh, she thought.
Phyrill also frowned, glancing at Theo's expression. "Theo. I know that Sihan just lost and probably accumulated some hatred. But… Do you think that emotion can let Sihan destroy our opponent?"
They couldn't help but remember what happened earlier.
Three minutes ago.
Theo stood up after sorting his thoughts and walked to Sihan. He looked him in the eyes with a cold expression. "Say, you are like trash in this competition."
"Oi, Theo." Phyrill raised his eyebrows, trying to stop Theo from picking a fight with Sihan, at least, until the competition was over.
Sihan suddenly stood up, glaring at him up close as if trying to intimidate him and telling him he was wrong.