Dayo blinked, confused. "What?" he muttered under his breath, wiping water from his eyes.
George was still staring, almost speechless.
They both instinctively turned to the electrical scoreboards and looked at each other again.
The whole indoor pool went quiet.
The scoreboard read:
1 — George Miller 25.45
2 — Dayo Johnson 25.50
3 — Ryan Cole 26.02
4 — Nathan Lee 27.33
5 — Daniel Cruz 28.59
6 — Alex Grant 30.01
7 — Liam Park 30.12
8 — Marcus Allen 30.45
The crowd burst into loud cheers, screaming in excitement as the replay appeared on the screen.
George was still breathing hard when he turned to Dayo. Water dripped from his hair, his chest rose and fell fast, and yet he still found the strength to grin.
"Bro, you're a beast," George said, half laughing, half panting. "How the hell did you swim like that? You had a professional training or what?"
Dayo wiped his face with a towel and chuckled. "Nah, man. No training. Just normal day to day swimming."
