Prince of Tennis: Shocking! Hyotei's Demon King is a Yukimura fangirl!

Chapter 132 He's reckless! Yukimura's flower garden

A boy next to them whispered to his companion.

"Hyotei University advanced through the repechage tournament, and now they're facing Seigaku, the tournament champions. Will they stumble again?"

"Shh!!!"

His companion's expression changed drastically instantly. He quickly covered his mouth and gave him a wink, signaling him to look in the direction of Hyotei.

"Keep your voice down!"

The boy followed his gaze and saw that Wang Yueling in the third row was looking at him with a half-smile.

A dangerous glint flashed in his azure eyes.

He trembled with fear, shrank back, quickly covered his mouth, lowered his head, and dared not speak again.

After a long while, his companion finally let go and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you out of your mind?! So many schools were just getting thoroughly vilified, and you still dare to say bad things about Hyotei!"

"Didn't you see the look in Mochizuki Ryo's eyes? If he gets angry, we're both finished!"

The boy nodded vigorously, patting his chest with lingering fear. "That scared me to death... I forgot."

His companion lowered his voice and continued:

"But to be honest, last time Hyotei was careless and didn't send all their regular players, which allowed Fudomine to get the advantage."

"This time, we'll definitely be going all out against Seigaku."

"And haven't you heard about Hyotei's new coach's 1v200 record? Although I haven't witnessed it with my own eyes, the momentum he displayed just now... those strange stories might not all be false."

"If he were truly a great coach, Hyotei would probably be a completely different team by now."

The boy nodded repeatedly.

"That's true... Hyotei was never weak to begin with, and with that coach... this match is probably the most exciting one besides the final."

At Rikkai University's desk, Renji Yanagi opened his notebook, his pen gliding rapidly across the paper.

"Hyokuei-Qingxue"

After he finished writing, he glanced at Sanada beside him, lightly touched the paper with the tip of his pen, making a soft sound, carrying a subtle sense of emotion.

"We spent a week training with Hyotei, but we still couldn't figure out their true strength. Seigaku's chances of winning against Hyotei at their peak are slim."

Sanada remained silent, shifting his gaze to Tezuka Kunimitsu in front of him. His dark eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, were deep and unreadable, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

After Atobe finished drawing his lot, he turned around and glanced at the two Seigaku students sitting in the middle of the lecture hall, his gaze meeting Tezuka's.

very short.

But it was enough to make those around them feel that "bright" competition.

With a confident smile, Atobe walked back to his seat at Hyotei.

Wang Yueling was playing with the end of her hair with her fingers, the blue-purple hair tie twirling between her fingertips.

He had expected this outcome.

After all, according to the original storyline, Atobe's luck has always been like this.

fair enough.

The sooner we run into Seigaku, the sooner we can resolve this, lest things get complicated.

He tilted his head to look at Atobe, leaned closer, and said with a hint of teasing, "As expected, it still takes the captain to draw the teams himself. Look... he drew an interesting team in the very first round."

Ignoring his teasing, Atobe sat down in his seat and touched the beauty mark at the corner of his eye with his finger.

His tone carried his usual arrogance.

"Ah, well, the fortune I drew is naturally magnificent."

Wang Yueling laughed out loud, then stopped teasing him, afraid of upsetting him again and making him harder to appease.

Both of them were full of confidence for their first match against Seigaku.

After all, Hyotei's strength is no longer what it used to be.

It won't be easy for Seigaku to win.

……

The drawing of lots on the stage is still ongoing.

After reading out the names of several more schools, some were happy while others were sad. Those who drew weak teams beamed with joy, while those who drew strong teams turned pale.

The boy from Yinhua Middle School who drew lots is still not over it. He sits in his seat, staring blankly ahead, muttering to himself.

"Rikkai University... Rikkai University..."

His teammate patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay. Maybe Rikkai will throw the tournament."

The boy turned his head and looked at his teammate, his eyes filled with despair.

"Help them? How could Rikkai possibly throw the game? Even their substitutes could beat us."

His teammate sighed and didn't say anything more.

Listening to their conversation, Mochizuki Ryo felt both amused and pitiful. She whispered to Atobe, "Actually, they don't need to be so desperate. Maybe Rikkai will send a non-regular player to the tournament."

Atobe gave a haughty snort.

Do you think Sanada would do something so unglamorous?

Mochizuki Ryou thought about Sanada's serious face and shook her head.

"That's true. He'll definitely send his full force."

He sighed.

Poor Yinhua Middle School.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, falling on his blond hair and giving it a warm glow.

The Kanto Tournament is finally about to begin.

His fingertips gently caressed the purplish-blue hair tie, and his azure eyes were filled with determination.

-

The lottery ceremony ended quickly.

All the teams' match schedules were posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the auditorium. White paper with black lettering, arranged neatly one by one.

The teenagers gathered around the bulletin board, looking at who the other schools' rivals were, their voices rising and falling in discussion.

"Great! It's a weak team! We have a chance to advance!"

"Ugh, we got Yamabuki! We're doomed."

"Chengcheng Xiangnan? Never heard of it."

"They seem to be this year's dark horse, don't underestimate them."

"Kentaro, look! We got a bye in the first round. I told you today felt really lucky!"

……

The noise was constant.

When Mochizuki Ryo came out of the auditorium, Kirihara and Marui were already waiting at the door.

Kirihara, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and with his black curly hair frizzy, stood on the steps, tiptoeing and peering in this direction. When he saw Mochizuki Ryo come out, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over in three strides.

"Senpai!" Kirihara looked up, his round eyes full of curiosity. "Who did you draw? Was it Rikkai?"

Marui followed behind him, chewing gum and with his hands in his pockets, slowly swaying over.

Wang Yueling smiled and shook her head.

"It's not Rikkai University. It's Seigaku."

Kirihara paused for a moment, a look of disappointment on his face.

"Ah... I thought I'd get to meet my senior on the field." He pouted, but quickly perked up again. "But Seigaku is pretty good too! They're that Tezuka Kunimitsu team that the vice-captain's been really interested in, right? I'm going to watch them play!"

"I want to go too!" Marui nodded beside him, a hint of interest in his purple eyes. "I want to see if Hyotei or Seigaku is stronger."

Kirihara's voice rose an octave, his tone carrying an air of self-assured certainty.

"Of course Hyotei is better! The senior is with Hyotei!"

Then he lowered his voice, leaned close to Mochizuki Ryo, and said mysteriously, "Last time, even Vice-Captain Sanada couldn't beat Captain Atobe. How could those guys from Seigaku possibly beat Hyotei?"

Mochizuki Ryou was amused by his "I will always stand on my senior's side" attitude and reached out to ruffle his curly hair.

"You're so good with words."

Kirihara was embarrassed by the praise; the tips of his ears turned a little red, but the corners of his mouth were turned up high.

Wang Yueling withdrew her hand and looked at the two of them.

"Oh right, didn't we agree to go to the rooftop? Let's go now."

Kirihara nodded immediately, turned and ran two steps towards the teaching building, then turned back and shouted, "Hurry up, senpai! The succulents the club president planted are so beautiful! And daisies, and cacti, and so many more!"

"Niou and the others are already waiting on the rooftop." Marui chewed gum and followed behind him, walking slowly.

Wang Yueling nodded and was about to take a step when a voice came from the side.

"I'm going too."

Ryo Mochizuki turned his head and saw Atobe standing on the steps, arms crossed, chin slightly raised. His icy blue eyes were looking elsewhere, refusing to look at him.

Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going too?"

"What? Is that not allowed?" Atobe crossed his arms, raised his chin, and spoke arrogantly, "I want to see what's so special about the flowers and plants that Yukimura Seiichi grows."

Looking at his arrogant expression, Wang Yueling couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, of course. It'll be more fun if we go together."

Just as the group was about to leave, Sanada and Yanagi walked out of the auditorium.

Sanada's hat brim was pulled low, and his voice was deep. "I'll lead the way."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the teaching building, with the others following behind him.

Kirihara and Marui walked at the front, chattering about recent events at Rikkai University. Marui occasionally chimed in, and the two exchanged a few words, neither willing to back down.

Atobe and Sanada walked in the middle, occasionally exchanging a few words about the match, but mostly remaining silent.

Wang Yueling and Liu walked at the very back.

"How's Rikkai's training going lately?" Coach Ryo Mochizuki asked, inquiring about their recent situation after the training camp.

Liu continued his habit of reporting data during the training camp, and opened his notebook.

"The overall data is on the rise. Marui's net play accuracy has improved by 12%, Kuwabara's defensive coverage has expanded by 15%, and Niou's phantom duration has increased by about 20%."

He paused.

"Kirihara's blood pressure... is stable for now."

"Everyone has made a lot of progress."

Wang Yueling nodded in satisfaction, then dropped another bombshell: "Jing Shi's recovery is also going very well. He should be able to be discharged from the hospital in the next couple of days. After being discharged, he will need to rest at home for a while before he can return to school."

Liu paused for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Yueling, his brown eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

"Yukimura never tells us these things." Yanagi's voice was calm, but if you listened carefully, you could hear the emotion in it. "Even though we are his teammates."

Kirihara and Marui, who were walking ahead, turned around at the same time, both with resentful expressions.

Kirihara pouted and muttered softly, "The department head doesn't tell us anything... When we ask him, he just says 'It's nothing,' 'Everything's fine'..."

Marui chewed the gum in his mouth twice, his purple eyes filled with "I'm used to it, but I'm still annoyed."

Sanada didn't turn around, but his shoulders stiffened slightly. Yanagi silently wrote a line in his notebook: "If Yukimura has something to say, only tell Mochizuki Ryo, not your teammates."

"Of course."

Wang Yueling felt immensely satisfied under their gaze. He shrugged and arrogantly raised his chin, "He and I are different from you guys."

After saying that, he deliberately shook his head, looking as smug as a big dog that had received a big bone as a reward from its owner and was wagging its tail to show off.

That expression, that tone, clearly said, "Envious? Jealous? But you can't compare to me."

Kirihara's face puffed up.

Marui rolled his eyes.

Liu was silent for two seconds before closing the notebook.

Atobe walked ahead, glanced back at Mochizuki Ryo's "tail wagging in the air" expression, and his lips twitched.

"You look like you really deserve a beating."

Mochizuki Ryo didn't take it to heart, and took two steps forward with a grin, patting Sanada on the shoulder.

"Genichiro, did Seiichi mention to you when he'll be discharged from the hospital?"

Sanada's voice was muffled.

"no."

"Did he tell you what kind of rehabilitation training he's been doing lately?"

"no."

"Did he tell you that Seiichi..."

"Wang Yueling," Sanada interrupted him, his voice laced with a hint of gritted teeth, "If you say another word, I'll make you find the rooftop yourself."

Wang Yueling wisely kept quiet.

But the corners of his mouth were still turned up.

The group walked through the teaching building, climbed the stairs, and reached the top floor. Sanada pushed open the door to the rooftop, and a refreshing floral fragrance wafted towards them.

The air was filled with the smell of earth and a faint fragrance of flowers, and the sunlight streamed down from above, making it feel warm and cozy. The rooftop was quiet, and you could faintly hear voices coming from the playground below.

Niou, Yagyu, and Kuwabara were already waiting there.

Niou leaned against the railing, his silver braid swaying behind his shoulder. Seeing Mochizuki Ryo, he raised his hand and waved.

"Puri~ is here?"

Yagyu stood beside him, adjusted his glasses, and nodded to them. Kuwabara stood beside the flowerbed, giving a simple, honest smile.

Wang Yueling waved dismissively at them, then impatiently walked past them towards the flowerbed.

The rooftop is large and very clean.

Rows of flowerpots were neatly arranged on a wooden shelf in the corner. Some were made of clay, some of plastic, and they varied in size, but each one was very clean, showing that the owner usually took good care of them.

Wang Yueling squatted down and looked at the flowers.

Several pots of daisies have bloomed, yellow, white, and pink, their tiny petals huddled together, swaying gently in the breeze. The succulents are plump, their leaves so full they seem about to drip with water.

They grow together, one layer on top of another, huddled together.

Sunlight shone on the flowerpots, giving the plants a faint golden edge.

Wang Yueling crouched down and carefully extended her finger to gently touch the leaves of a succulent plant. The leaves were soft, bouncy, and felt wonderful to the touch.

"Seiichi told me he planted a lot of flowers." His voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing these quiet creatures, "but I didn't expect so many."

He turned his head and looked at the people behind him.

"He managed all of this by himself?"

"Okay, be careful not to break them." Sanada nodded, his voice still deep, but his tone was gentler than usual. "Seiichi treats these like treasures and takes care of them every day. He'll get angry if you break them."

"I know."

Wang Yueling nodded, his movements becoming even gentler. Looking at the vibrant little plants, his eyes were filled with tenderness. "Seiichi is truly amazing, taking such good care of them."

"Of course."

Marui joined in, chewing gum as he said, "The club president comes to school half an hour early every morning to water these flowers and loosen the soil. Sometimes when it rains, he'll even come over and move the succulents under the eaves to keep them from getting wet."

"yes."

Niou leaned against the railing, swinging his little braid, and said with a smile, "Piyo~ Last time a bird pecked up a pot of succulent leaves, and the boss was sad for a long time. Later, we searched for a long time before finding a new one and replanting it."

As Wang Yueling listened to their words, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

He could picture Yukimura tending to the flowers and plants here every morning, wearing a clean white shirt, sunlight shining on him, his purplish-blue hair swaying slightly, his eyes looking tenderly at the small plants.

That scene must be beautiful.

He took out his phone and took many photos of the flowerbed, including close-ups of daisies, close-ups of succulents, and panoramic views of the entire flowerbed.

I took each photo very carefully, wanting to record all the beautiful scenery here and send it to Yukimura.

Why are you taking so many photos?

Atobe walked over, looked at the photos on his phone, and said with a disdainful tone, "Your photography skills are really too unimpressive."

"None of your business."

Mochizuki Ryo pouted, feeling her sore spot had been touched, but continued taking pictures. "It's okay if it's a little blurry. I just want Seiichi to know that I came to see his flowers."

Atobe snorted and said nothing more.

His gaze swept across the flowerbed, looking at the brightly blooming daisies and plump succulents, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

It must be said that the flowers planted by Yukimura Seiichi were indeed quite nice.

Renwang leaned against the railing, looking at Wangyue Ling who was squatting in front of the flower bed, his fox-like eyes curving into a smile.

"Puri~ Coach Ling, are you planning to settle down on the rooftop of Rikkai University?"

Liu Sheng pushed up his glasses, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It seems so."

Kuwahara smiled憨厚ly and didn't say anything.

Mochizuki Ryou patted the left and right sides, then put her phone away contentedly and turned to look at Sanada.

"Genichiro, Seiichi said he'd give me a succulent plant. Do you know which one he's planning to give me?"

Sanada pointed to the innermost pot.

"That pot. He said he'd give it to you when you came."

Wang Yueling looked in the direction he pointed and saw a pot of exceptionally well-grown Haworthia. The leaves were crystal clear, sparkling in the sunlight like crystals.

"Wow, so cute."

Wang Yueling carefully picked up the basin of jade dew and held it in her arms as if she were holding some rare treasure.

"Seiichi is great."

He whispered, unable to hide the smile on his lips, "I love Jade Dew the most."

Atobe looked at him like this and shook his head helplessly. But a faint tenderness flashed in his eyes.

After admiring the succulent in his hand, Mochizuki Ryou took out his phone and sent a message to Yukimura, attaching the photos he had just taken.

[Ling]: Jingshi, I've come to your rooftop garden. Your flowers are growing so well, the succulents are all plump, and the daisies are blooming especially beautifully.

(A golden retriever puppy happily twirling in the flowerbed.jpg)

[Ling]: The Haworthia you gave me is super cute, I love it so much! But I don't know much about caring for it, so I'll have to trouble Mr. Yukimura for help.

[Ling]: Oh right! We've finished the draw. Your opponent is Ginka, and Hyotei's opponent is Seigaku. Keigo is very confident that he'll meet you in the final singles.

Yukimura replied shortly after the message was sent.

[Seiichi]: Well done... I took some great photos. Once I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll teach you how to care for that Haworthia.

[Seiichi]: Good luck! I believe in you guys. I'll be there to watch your game. (White cat holding flowers.jpg)

Looking at his phone screen, Wang Yueling couldn't hide the smile on his lips. His fingers gently stroked Yukimura's profile picture on the screen, feeling a warm feeling in his heart.

"What are you looking at? Why are you laughing like that?" Atobe walked over and glanced at his phone.

Wang Yueling quickly put her phone away, glared at him, and said, "Hmph, I'm not letting you see it."

Atobe chuckled and didn't press the matter further.

He leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant scenery. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "We must win the Kanto Tournament."

Wang Yueling nodded, her eyes resolute. "Yes, we will definitely win. We will make it to the national tournament together, and then fight Rikkai in the finals."

Atobe turned to look at him, a glint of light flashing in his icy blue eyes. "That's right. When the time comes, I will personally defeat Yukimura Seiichi and take the national championship."

"That's not necessarily true."

Mochizuki Ryo smiled and shook her phone. "Seiichi is also very strong. But no matter who wins, it's the best outcome."

Atobe snorted but didn't say anything, though the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards.

As the sun sets, its golden rays bathe the rooftop, gilding everything with a warm golden hue.

The teenagers stood in the rooftop garden, chatting, laughing, and joking. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the youthful exuberance unique to teenagers.