They were filled with joy earlier because of Maki Fujino's action. When they saw Maki Fujino kneeling on the ground in pain and their other teammates howling at the flag, it felt like hammers were being swung at their chests, shattering them. Their smiles froze as they slowed down until they couldn't take another step.
Why were they crying in pain?
Was it because they lost?
Lost?
Did they… lose?
The Japanese students, who didn't dare to take half a step forward, looked at each other. Fear gradually appeared in their eyes, drowning everything else like a tide.
They lost. They… lost.
They had chosen to compete again, but in the end… they still lost.
The instructor blew a whistle, and the sound was so sharp.
The Japanese students, who were just a step away from Ye Jian and the Chinese students, finally took a step forward when they heard the whistle.
