When the red and white baton in the hands of the third runner, Anindya called out to Julian.
"Julian!" Anindya called.
"What?" Julian asked.
I'm mad at you, and as punishment, I'm going to beat you in this race!" Anindya replied, exasperated and exuding an intimidating aura.
"O-okay, I-I won't lose either" Julian said, though he wasn't convinced either.
"NOW IN FIRST PLACE IS DIKA FROM GRADE 12-S, SECOND IS GLARICA FROM GRADE 12-M, THIRD IS CLADIA FROM GRADE 10-FA, FOURTH IS DIMAS FROM GRADE 11-M, AND FIFTH IS SAGARA FROM GRADE 11-D!" Yusuf said enthusiastically.
"SAGARA! SPEED UP!" Desy shouted.
"DIMAS~!" Silica called teasingly into the microphone.
Dimas looked up at the class canopy—he saw Silica in her cheerleader costume, wearing a microphone, and on the right side a speaker to amplify Silica's voice.
"TRY YOUR BEST~!" Silica said, making a love sign with her thumb and index finger. She also smiled sweetly and winked with her right eye.
