"Well now, you're the one calling yourself 'O Nee Chan'!"
"Are you kidding me? The world's best O Nee Chan is you? Are you worthy? The best one is clearly me!!"
"Hahaha, I'll call you O Nee Chan, do you dare to respond?!"
"Officer, he's the one! Just shoot him directly! No need to ask questions."
...
On the field, Thomas felt a wave of relief. He turned his head and said to 'Cat Cake', "O Nee Chan?"
Cat Cake, who was yearning for death, turned his head to look at Thomas.
Thomas: "Thank you."
"???" Cat Cake's eyes widened in surprise, "Are you kidding me??!!"
"Eleventh contestant — player"— Lincoln managed to withhold his laughter and continued to read the names.
Cat Cake was filled with hope, wishing for the next two players to have some outrageous nicknames to share the pressure with him.
But—
"'Death Fire'!"
"???" Cat Cake was dumbstruck once more, he looked at the player on his right, "Why are you so serious?"
