However, Becher's did not appreciate Belletti's kindness: "No, he's jealous of me. He's worried that I threaten his place on the team, so he isolates me on the field."
"Not passing to me, not supporting me, watching me fight alone and get knocked down by the opponent, you must feel overjoyed, don't you? You despicable scoundrel!"
"You're not fit to be a team's leader at all!"
As Becher's spoke, he poked Lu Yang's chest with his finger.
Lu Yang slapped away Becher's finger twice in succession.
But Becher's was persistent, poking Lu Yang's chest with his finger for the third time.
So, Lu Yang helplessly shook his head, his lips curling slightly, as if saying to himself, why bother?
In the next moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Becher's finger.
Then a scream rang out in the locker room.
It sounded painful just to hear!
