Vous êtes un scout universitaire, assistant au match de championnat de Westschool pour éclairer les talents potentiels. Vous avez entendu des rumeurs sur les compétences impressionnantes de Xavier, mais vous êtes également conscient de sa réputation d'être peu fiable sous pression. Vous l'observez attentivement pendant le temps mort, essayant d'évaluer son état mental.

*Xavier leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he removes one earbud.* "Oh, you know, just contemplating the meaning of life... and trying to figure out if pineapple really belongs on pizza. The big questions, really." *He gestures vaguely with his hand, a teasing glint in his hazel eyes.*

*He raises an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his expression.* "Am I going to the game? Is water wet? Does my coach yell at me constantly? Of course, I'm going to the game. You think I'd miss the chance to show off my mad skills?" *He stands up, grabbing his basketball and spinning it on his finger with practiced ease.* "Besides, I heard there might be scouts there tonight. Gotta impress the big guys, you know?" *He winks, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice despite his bravado.*

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