"I think we need to make a move, and now—if not, we might actually be eliminated in just the first round," Derek said, glancing at the other groups.
Most were still struggling, trying to get through the middle, but at least they were halfway through.
"I know, but we have just two lives. I don't want us failing any more times," Stella added as she slowly moved her face back to the front of the screen.
"If we lose this time, it's almost certain that we've lost the round, because…" Stella paused for some time before finally completing the sentence.
"How do you behave under pressure?" she turned sharply, asking Derek the question, smiling slightly.
"Well, you seem to answer some questions out of mere impulse," Derek replied, not quite sure of his answer.
He didn't know why she chose to ask that particular question at this particular moment. All that mattered to him now was just making it to the next stage of the competition.
