"This guy isn't even handsome... So many fangirls are crowding around him. Does Josei Shonan not have any good-looking guys?"
Watching Waka Hirō surrounded by a huge crowd of fangirls, Horio couldn't understand it.
Horio shook his head and sipped his drink, preparing to leave as quickly as possible.
"You're Horio Satoshi from Seigaku, right?"
Even though Horio had quickened his pace, he was still spotted. The things he'd said to Coach Hanamura that morning had left all the regulars with some misgivings.
So, while Waka Hirō was dealing with his fangirls, he caught sight of Horio out of the corner of his eye and recognized him at once.
"Sorry, I don't need your autograph."
"Looks like you're rude to everyone, not just me. I wanted to tell you something.
"Our coach says you're very strong, but no matter how strong you are, it won't matter. The match will be over before it reaches First Singles."
Seeing Waka Hirō's flashy demeanor left Horio speechless.
"Is that so? You mean you've already won the match, then. Congratulations."
After saying that, Horio didn't want to stick around any longer. He turned and left.
When Waka Hirō saw that his words hadn't affected Horio at all, the flippant expression vanished from his face. He watched Horio walk away with a serious look.
"Oh, not bad. You've got the imitation down pat. You're starting to look like Hewitt."
Horio had hidden away to rest for a while. By the time he returned to the court, the match had already begun.
The Third Singles match was underway.
Watching Waka Hirō race around the court, Horio immediately saw the resemblance to Hewitt.
"Yeah, Hewitt. Now that you mention it, Horio, he really does look a bit like him."
Inui remembered then. Waka Hirō really did