Samuel sighed. They lost considerably. Though one can argue that Taro's team only won because of Juan's last-minute antics, everyone knew that the strategy was pre-planned since Juan didn't play any role for the lion's share of the game.
Anyhow, a strange feeling crept up in Samuel and the lads' minds. It wasn't sadness or anything. It was respect more than anything. For them to actually win against a coordinated team and to play to their strengths—it really seemed like a situation that comes by in an anime or novel. It seems impossible, but they actually pulled off.
"Good game!" Samuel extended his hand towards Taro.
Taro smiled as he shook on it. "Well, it really was. All thanks to Juan and the rest." He spoke.
"I see. Undervaluing yourself before others, huh? But don't think I haven't noticed it." Samuel giggled.
"I have no idea about the stuff you're speaking about." Taro continued to act oblivious, even though he was aware that he was caught.
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Cheeesu!