"0.1783. Pass."
"0.1812. Pass."
"0.1405. Pass."
The youths who came next no longer bothered to introduce themselves, the shame of Clyde still burned fiercely into their minds. None of them wanted to suffer through the same humiliation. Even without speaking a single word, these youths had made them feel as though they were less than trash. And yet, they could only clenched their fists in silence, enduring.
Leonel watched on without saying a word, his arms crossed about his chest. To his side, Noah stood just as expressionlessly.
A slow building of an oppressive aura rose around the two of them as neither seemed to be willing to make a move. As far as they were concerned, what they did wouldn't matter much.
