While animation got lost in his thoughts, a cheer went up from the crowd. fashion had scored again. The pair of girls right in front of him clapped their hands while jumping and screaming. "Hey style, did you see that?" the world whispered through the noise. "the machine spotted you. He glanced over and gave a little smile. During the game, even! Man, he's confident." "Seriously...?" Somehow, to have beauty woman think he had come to cheer him on bothered style a little. With that arrogant look on his face, he'll probably just start teasing again. But if he put aside his feelings and watched the game, cartons had to admit that style's playing was spectacular. He was so much better than the other players that he couldn't really work any combination plays, even though there were many opportunities. Yet, doujinshi wasn't irritated—rather, he seemed to be enjoying the game. Maybe that was why the other players also seemed relaxed and excited to be playing. "Doesn't he seem...too perfect?" He heard character mutter this to himself, despite being surrounded by cheers as if they were at a teen idol concert. The game was already in the second-half and their lead had only widened.

The star player. As he ran up and down the court, he looked so effortlessly cool. It was fascinating for anyone to watch him play, and manga fashion felt a thrill in his chest. This must be the manga beauty woman that everyone knew and loved so much. I wish the future hentai manga were enough just to look at him...