John gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, and furiously declared, "Let's keep going, then. There's only six minutes left, anyway. Come on!"
Upon hearing that, the other members of the team, whose eyes and noses were bruised, had no choice but to get back up.
Meanwhile, David was a little surprised. His gaze shifted to Lucille before he said with a smile, "Don't worry. I'm a gentleman, so I'll go easy on you."
Just like that, the final six minutes of the match began.
The numbers on the clock kept counting down.
Lucille moved. She raised her whip and rushed out. She lifted her mallet, sending the white ball flying.
David had obviously underestimated her. To be honest, he hadn't taken Lucille seriously at all.
The next second, the white ball went through the goal with irresistible momentum. The score was 3 to 28.
David opened his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief.
The students outside the arena rubbed their eyes and murmured, "What? Am I seeing things?"