After a short wait, Suzuka Yotsumoto and a few others pushed two carts full of footballs toward the group.
"Students, come and take a ball row by row. One each," Ikumi Haruhara ordered.
The girls in the first row took their balls from Suzuka. Ho Fei-yu waited in line. Seeing the balls reminded him of his past life's university PE classes. It felt very similar.
When it was his turn, the balls in the cart were nearly gone. The cart was high, almost reaching Suzuka's chest. Ho Fei-yu was about to reach in, but Suzuka leaned over the edge herself. She gripped the side and bent deep into the cart.
Because the cart was high or her center of gravity shifted, Suzuka froze there for a moment. Her shapely buttocks, tightly wrapped in blue bloomers, were thrust high into the air. Ho Fei-yu was forced to take in the view.
However, his attention was drawn to her feet—clad in white socks and black canvas shoes—kicking slightly to maintain her balance, highlighting her toned thighs.
"Hey, what's taking so long up there? Move it!" an impatient voice shouted from behind.
Ho Fei-yu snapped out of it. Seeing the girl was stuck, he stepped forward, grabbed Suzuka's shoulders, and hoisted her up. Then he easily grabbed a ball and tossed it to the feet of the people behind him.
The person directly behind him said thanks, but others looked at Ho Fei-yu and the shouter with annoyance. That "scenic view" was gone. Masaru Ouga was particularly pissed. If it had been his turn, he would have used "helping" as an excuse to touch her, claiming it was an accident.
Why is it always this guy? And why is his dick so much bigger than mine? God is truly blind, Masaru cursed in his heart.
"Thank you," a clear, cheerful voice said behind him.
Ho Fei-yu turned and gave a faint smile. "No problem, we're classmates."
"Haha, even classmates should say thanks. By the way, you're Ho Fei-yu, right?" Suzuka Yotsumoto asked, holding a slightly dirty football and looking at him with appreciation.
"What, have you heard my story?" Ho Fei-yu asked. He was usually low-key; he didn't think she'd know him.
"Yes. If I had arrived earlier yesterday, I would have stepped in to stop those three girls from bullying people," Suzuka nodded. She had heard about his heroics from her friends and admired him.
However, as she looked at him, her eyes couldn't help but notice the massive bulge in his pants. Her face flushed a faint pink, and she tried to keep her eyes on his upper body.
"I see," Ho Fei-yu nodded. In his eyes, NTR-scum and bullies both deserved to die. He had the power, so he didn't fear retaliation. If things got bad, he'd just pull a "Homelander" and turn them all to ash.
"Truly a good guy," Suzuka murmured to herself as she watched him walk away.
Ho Fei-yu didn't dwell on it. He toyed with the ball in his hands. The moment he touched it, strange and wonderful images flooded his mind. He saw a stick-man performing expert football moves. It was like watching a tutorial. He felt a sudden, deep intuition for the sport, as if he were a pro.
"Alright, now that everyone has a ball, I'll explain some simple kicking methods. Suzuka-chan, come help me."
Ikumi Haruhara and Suzuka Yotsumoto demonstrated basic moves: kicking, stopping, and dribbling. Watching two beautiful women—one mature, one youthful—moving their pale legs and swaying their hips while their breasts bounced made the boys forget their complaints.
Masaru Ouga stared with wide eyes, though it wasn't clear if he was learning or just leering. Ho Fei-yu, however, felt his whole body itching to move the ball.
On the roof of a nearby building, a middle-aged male teacher in a well-tailored suit stood with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette. He stared down at Ikumi Haruhara with predatory eyes.
"As expected of Haruhara-sensei, who was a swimming candidate alongside Makoto-sensei. Such a fine body... just looking makes me excited. If only..."
"Heh, it's almost time for a new round of the 'game'," Shiro Anno whispered to himself.
"Hard at work, Anno-sensei?" a voice said from behind, startling him. He feared his words had been heard.
"Oh, it's Akagi-sensei. Do you need something?" Shiro Anno relaxed upon seeing the visitor.
"The students are a bit disobedient lately, so I came up for some air. Didn't expect to see you here. Mind if I stay for a bit?" Yasuo Akagi said, loosening his tie.