"15 credits on Lorenzo."
"10 credits on Lorenzo."
"50 credits on Lorenzo."
The excited, eager voices of teenagers echoed across the open campus as they gathered before the betting table, eagerly placing their credits on who would emerge victorious in the battle between Vlad and Lorenzo.
More than a hundred students had assembled in the open campus outside the main building, surrounding a raised platform at the centre. The evening sun was cascading long, stretching shadows across their excited, chattering faces.
At the betting table itself, Max, the Fiscal Officer of the Student Council, was sitting with focused concentration, collecting the credits through the council's finance phone. The upper button of his blazer gleamed in golden colour, proudly showcasing his status as a member of the Student Council.
"Wow, everyone hates you, bro," Max gasped as he noted another bet placed for Lorenzo, shaking his head in disbelief.
