The Strong Player Is Down

Coach Guanyu stood from his seat, capturing the attention of the players beside him. He groaned as he stood, dusting his track pants that were filled with popcorn bits. 

"You're going, coach?" Fabin asked. 

"Hmm," Guanyu hummed. "The game isn't interesting," he said before walking out of the line of seats. 

With that, he settled on the side of the bleachers, where the narrow pathway lay. His eyes narrowed as he watched the game for a couple more seconds. 

"You've come a long way," he muttered before turning around. Then, a frown graced his face. "But you're still not the best." 

With that, he walked away, leaving the Fire Court with his chin held up high. 

"So, who do guys think will win?" Ailun teasingly asked after Coach Guanyu left. 

"It's obvious," Fabin scoffed. "Maybe Coach Guanyu left because he got bored. I'm also starting to get bored. I hope something interesting happens soon; otherwise, I might fall aslee—"