Posters that are stained but not updated, chalk heads that have been forcibly broken into pieces, and tactical boards that no one cares about but have been painted and modified... You can see that there is a lack of care here, and its owner has no interest in it at all.
This is the changing room of Balls of Chaos, their territory. Before the gongs and drums of the last game of the season are played, they have enough time to rehearse the Elimination Race and, most importantly, to select the team members for the final game.
At this time, Balls of Chaos is doing this, which is just the most difficult one for the team. The low pressure in the dressing room has spread for a long time. Coach Harmony looks at their players one by one, and his mouth is dry. Finally, he said:
"As for the last scene, I'd like to ask everyone's opinions first. According to the rules, any one of us can be on the scene, so who wants to recommend himself first?"
The dressing room was silent.
"Boys, I know it's hard for you, but don't give up hope." Harmony wanted to inspire the team, "we must hope to get points this game, so that we can get rid of our bottom position."
"Well, let me do it." Tumult glanced at the rest of the team circle. "I'm the captain, and I should represent the team."
"Clutter? What do you think?" Snarl asked the core of the team tentatively, and Clutter lightly picked up the sports drink.
"I don't have any suggestions, but I hope others don't have any," Clutter said.
"Clutter, what do you mean?" Coach Harmony was puzzled. "I think other people here support you."
"No, coach... I know no one will say it on the surface, but I don't want them to hold it in their hearts." Clutter snorted, "This should be a 'team decision', rather than another tacit understanding within us. To be honest, it has poisoned our team atmosphere for some time."
"I hope you can point out the problem directly." Tumult was dissatisfied with Clutter's attitude. "I know you are not such a person. Clutter, tell me if you want to solve it."
"All right, all right." Clutter got up and walked to the corner of the team. "Anarchy, do you have anything to say?"
Anarchy didn't pay attention to Clutter until then. He shook his head coldly in the face of his teammates' provocative smiles.
"I don't think I have anything to say. I voted for it," said Anarchy.
"Damn it, that's what I said. I know you don't think so, Anarchy. Say it. You won the silver medal of Snowboard Cross in 2018! We are all waiting for your reply, but you are sitting here like a potted plant." The louder the voice of Clutter is, the more Harry has to calm his mood.
"The potted plants won't move by themselves, thank you." Anarchy left the dressing room without looking back at his teammates.
The problem of Balls of Chaos began to appear before their season. Anarchy lost a lot of things when he was in a lower position. Although the team wanted to make up for it, those tiny details would eventually become dark. It is devouring the friendship and trust that Balls of Chaos has built up in the past. The generosity no longer exists.
It is the first time in the whole season to break the silence like today. Anarchy actually thinks that breaking the silence is much better than keeping silent. What he wants most now is to have a rest for a while and then go back to make up with the team. He left the Sports Village and found a fan bar. So, Anarchy decided to go in and sit down. There were not many people here and no one recognized him, which made him feel good.
Alcohol still confused Anarchy. After paying, he walked out of the bar and found that he could not find his way back. With the signboard, Anarchy prepared to take a path back. He thought about calling his teammates, but he didn't think it was necessary.
As a result, he got lost. In the alley, there are also several figures who seem to have drunk too much.
Anarchy was overjoyed to find that they were still carrying Balls of Chaos' help uniforms. Originally, he expected to ask these passers-by about the way out of here, but instead, he was pushed to the corner by his team's supporters, who faced Anarchy with a brutal act.
"Look, we actually met a big star here." The guy who took the lead spat on the ground, "The team leader of the Balls of Asshole, do you know how much you let us lose? A bunch of fools."
"I'm sorry." Anarchy realized that he was in a serious situation, but even if he had the ability to reach the sky, he could not break through the trap of many people.
"Damn it, let me teach you a lesson." Then they were ready to start. Anarchy was ready to suffer, but he heard a familiar voice just before the attack fell.
"Guys, I think you'd better stop." Clutter and the other teams of Balls of Chaos were standing behind the group, showing a fearless expression.
"I know how disappointing we are, but this is not any reason for you to attack my friend." Clutter pulls a bat from the cardboard box in the garbage pile beside him. "Believe me, I don't want to really fight with you, but this is not impossible."
All the people present stood still and thought about the corresponding countermeasures. Finally, Tumult came out to reconcile the situation, "Well, let's gamble with you. I am confident that I can lead Chaos to get a podium in the last game of the season to get rid of the bottom. You can also have a chance to earn back the lost capital, but the precondition is that you must let my team leave first."
"I’m sorry to bother you, guys." On the way back to the Sports Village of the Balls of Chaos, Anarchy apologized to his teammates.
"We don't need to be polite. In this case, what you need is to stand up to your friends." Disarray patted Anarchy.
"And this one really reminds me of our youth, doesn't it?" Clutter seemed satisfied. "Those days in the street."
"You're right." Anarchy finally smiled, relieved.
"I heard Pinkies will have a barbecue party tomorrow, and they invited us," Snarl said. "Shall we go?"
"Of course, no matter what, we won't miss such an opportunity." Tumult looked back at all his teammates, "We still have a bet to win."