"Winner, Van!"
The students didn't cheer, or perhaps it was better to say that they didn't have the opportunity to. They just stared at Van's hand which was raised by Mr. Jacobs in the air.
Unlike the first match, where they clearly saw what happened and thus they had a lot to say, here… Everything happened in a split second, perhaps literally. And so, they just remained silent, and maybe because it is for the best. If they were Van's opponent, the cheerings would definitely hurt them.
Mr. Jacobs could not help but sigh as he looked at Van. At his level, he easily stopped Van before his fingers could reach Beatrice's eye from his position. But what happened before that, he could not even react.
When Van ran during the race, it was long enough for his eyes to adjust to Van's speed. But this time, since the platform was a whole lot smaller, all he saw was a flash of golden blur trailing across the stage.
'This… is absolutely crazy', Mr. Jacobs could not help but slightly grin as a drop of sweat appeared from his face.
Of course, the one that was most affected by what happened was and is Beatrice. She blinked a couple of times as she stared at the ceiling of the covered field. Her neck was resting on Van's hand as he was still grabbing her uniform's collar.
"...Oh, sorry
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