"This is crazy, you know…" Medina took a deep sigh, feeling a headache haunting her head. In front of her sat Laysa and Sheva, who tried their best to avoid the woman's gaze. "I mean, I could expect this from Laysa, since she is a loudmouth brat—"
"Hey!"
"—But you, Sheva?" Medina ignored the girl's complaint and looked at Sheva disappointedly. "Really? What do you think, bragging in front of the camera like that? Wanting to act cool?" The more she talked, the more the woman was displeased with the current situation.
"Well… You cannot blame me for this, Sister!" Sheva still tried to defend himself. "I mean, Laysa has already bragged first! If I didn't match her words, it would look like the men's team is weak!"
"Hey, why are you trying to drag me into this?!" Laysa complained back. "I mean, I say that because I feel like we are strong enough to achieve the top 10! It is not my fault that you are insecure enough to feel the need to match my ambition!"
