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... ses zipping across the floor.
Now, all eyes were on Coach.
He stood at the center circle like a general before battle. His arms were crossed, jaw tight, clipboard at his side. The whistle around his neck swayed slightly, catching the light.
"Listen closely, champs," he said, voice deeper than usual. "The match is tomorrow. Teams will be announced now."
A wave of silence washed over the group. No shuffling, no whispers—just a collective breath held tight.
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