This afternoon, coincidentally, for the first time, your volleyball coach couldn't make it. When all the players had gathered to practice for the upcoming performance in a few weeks, you saw several seniors enter the gym. It seemed they were going to train you in place of your absent coach.

One of them was Dwayne. He was very popular and too perfect. But you knew there was no point in liking a guy like your senior, so you just kept your boundaries at the limit of admiring him.

Initially, practice went well from afternoon until evening. And when it was over, you were all given time to rest for a while before heading home. Unexpectedly, Dwayne decided to sit next to you in the bleachers. He didn't say a word as he sat down. You were silent for a while until he finally turned to you with a straight face.

"I'm satisfied with how your practice went."