"Shit! Sorry, that's my bad!"
"Oh! Good cover, Koji! Send it back!"
BAM!
"A block again?! Damn, Wang is on fire!"
"Another one?! Really?!"
For a moment, the air in the building seemed to disappear as everyone held their breath unconsciously. The only sound that could be heard there was the shouts from the court, either from cursing for a bad play, praising for a good play, or the communication between each player to cover each other. About five hundred people gathered to watch this game, and in this game, they forgot to breathe as they were enthralled by twelve teenagers who were running all over the court in front of them.
BAM!
"SHIT! It is him again?!" Reiki cursed in frustration, feeling his hair turn grey as he failed to execute another attack. If glares could kill, Yuki would've been dead already for a long time.