As some gyarus prepared to approach Ho Fei-yu, another woman was already walking toward him. Her purpose was more professional.
Ikumi Haruhara had been watching her students to see if any had a natural talent for football. If they did, she could recommend them for professional training. A good ranking in the High School Championships could lead to a university recommendation, saving them from years of hard study.
She hadn't expected to find a genius so easily, but her eyes lit up when they landed on Ho Fei-yu. She watched him juggle. Even if his other skills were lacking, this level of control was incredible.
Other students stopped their clumsy practice to see what their teacher was looking at. Soon, a large crowd gathered to watch Ho Fei-yu's dance-like ball control.
Masaru Ouga was "playing" too—or rather, he was using his hands to dribble the football like a basketball, thinking his blond hair and "cool" moves would attract girls.
"Hey beauties, I'm not just good at football, I'm top-tier in other areas too~ want to meet up tonight and try?~" Masaru said to some nearby girls, trying to look suave.
"Ugh, how gross. Look at yourself before you say stuff like that!"
"Disgusting. Did you think we were looking at you? That 'basketball' move is embarrassing."
"He's a clown. Let's get back to watching the handsome guy. This blond loser isn't even in the same league."
Masaru's face turned beet-red. "You! Football is a ball too, why can't I play it like basketball!"
The girls ignored him and walked away. Masaru looked at Ho Fei-yu with pure hatred. That bastard is stealing my spotlight. He looked at Ho Fei-yu's crotch, noticed the massive bulge, and spat in disgust. Then he saw Natsuha Shizunomiya staring at Ho Fei-yu too, and his hatred doubled.
Natsuha was indeed staring. Most people were watching the ball, but her eyes were fixed on his pants. She blushed, looking around guiltily to see if anyone noticed her leering. Seeing that everyone was focused on the game, she stared even harder, her throat moving as she swallowed repeatedly.
"Ahem... student, can you stop for a moment? Teacher has something to ask you," Ikumi Haruhara said, walking up to Ho Fei-yu. She also caught a glimpse of his massive endowment and felt her face heat up.
Is the development of students these days really that good? she wondered.