Jiang Xia earnestly offered Mouri Ran some advice. "If you really want an autograph, you could break up the fight first, then let them argue after they've signed."
Mouri Ran: "..." That actually seemed possible? But she hadn't expected Saijo Naoya to have this kind of personality in private. She was starting to not want this athlete's autograph after all...
Just as she was wavering, another man in a team uniform walked over and stepped between the dark-skinned man and the Pretty Boy to break them up. "Enough! There are guests around, and plenty of reporters outside too. Do you really have to fight today?"
The Pretty Boy thought about it and decided he had a point, gritting his teeth and holding back.
But the dark-skinned man showed no respect for the peacemaker. He shot the man a sidelong glance. "You've got some nerve lecturing me. Your mouth's getting bigger and bigger."
The man who had tried to break things up fell silent under his glare.
With one side backing down, the dark-skinned man grew even more arrogant. "Just look at you, with those earrings and that girly look. You really piss me off—stay out of my way from now on, or I'll curse you out every time I see you."
With that, he strode off as if no one in the world mattered to him. Behind him, the "Pretty Boy" and the "girly guy with earrings" could only glare at him in furious silence.
Mouri Ran's gaze landed on the man wearing earrings, and she suddenly recognized him. Her spirits rose again.
Jiang Xia noticed. "He's a famous diver too?"
Mouri Ran nodded repeatedly, reciting the details as if they were treasures. "His name is Kijima Hisashi, and he's Saijo's greatest rival. Actually, I think his diving skills are