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

Chapter 45 The substitute coach who gets scolded no matter who comes 3

The prospective starters took to the court one after another, but the outcome remained unchanged. They failed to score a single point and couldn't win a single game; everyone left the field looking gloomy and dejected.

The regular members and prospective regulars have all finished their matches, and now only the regulars are still standing on the sidelines.

Mochizuki Ryo leaned back in the referee's chair, draped his racket over his shoulder, and slowly scanned Atobe, Oshitari, Mukahi, Jiro, Ootori, Hiyoshi, and Kabaji.

His eyes held a mocking look that seemed to say, "It's finally your turn."

"Is your tennis team's level really that bad? With over two hundred people, you can't even win a single point. I doubt even your regular players are that useless, right?"

He paused for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curved into a smile that made people's teeth itch.

"Friends...who wants to go first?"

The entire room was as quiet as a chicken's.

The faces of the regulars changed drastically.

When ordinary members were being scolded, the regular members stood by and watched. Although they also felt ashamed, the shame they felt was that of "our people being beaten up like this," not their own.

It's different now.

Wang Yueling's words hit them squarely in the face, instantly igniting their sense of humiliation.

Gakuto Mukahi's face flushed red. He gripped his racket, took a step forward, and opened his mouth to say "I'll go," but before he could utter a sound, another person had already rushed out.

Jiro moved as fast as lightning, darting out from the crowd, racket in hand, already standing on the opposite side of the court.

"Ling! I'm ready!"

Jiro's voice was loud and clear, his reddish-brown curly hair was messy, and his eyes were wide like copper bells, full of excitement. He was watching the game from the sidelines, not sleepy at all, and even more energetic as he watched. At this moment, holding his racket, he was like someone who had taken stimulants.

"Ling! I will definitely take a point from you!"

He raised his racket, pointed it at Wang Yueling, and declared confidently!

Looking at his spirited demeanor, Wang Yueling smiled slightly and gave him a rare kind look. Putting aside any other skills this little lamb might have, his fearless spirit was quite admirable.

"Commendable courage."

Mochizuki Ryo took the racket off her shoulder, stood up straight, and said, "Let's go."

The referee raised his hand to signal.

Cilang, abandoning his usual laziness, instantly got into the zone.

He tossed the ball up, flicked his wrist slightly, and sent it flying with spin. It landed in the service area, but after bouncing, its trajectory suddenly changed, curving to the left.

This is a variation of his magic volley, which involves continuously adding spin from the serve.

Mochizuki Ryo moved her feet and positioned herself behind the ball's landing point. She swung her racket horizontally, sliced ​​the ball, and returned it to Jiro's backhand.

Cilang ran over and intercepted with a backhand strike.

His wrist was extremely flexible. The racket spun slightly the moment it made contact with the ball, changing its direction and sending it flying towards Mochizuki Ryo's forehand sideline.

Mochizuki Ryo took a step, met the ball head-on with her racket, and pushed it back to the middle.

Cilang rushed up again, this time directly to the net, made a feint at the net, tilted his racket, and the ball was sliced ​​to the other side.

Wang Yueling stood still, extended her racket, and gently blocked the ball, which landed in the open space behind Jiro.

"15-0".

Jiro turned to look at the ball lying on the ground, paused for a second, then suddenly turned his head back, his eyes shining like searchlights.

"Ling! How did you catch that ball?! My feint was spot on!"

Wang Yueling didn't answer, but simply raised her chin to signal him to continue.

Jiro didn't care that he didn't get the answer he wanted, so he took a ball and continued to serve.

On the second ball, he went straight to the net after serving, and his movements at the net were very fast. He kept changing the angle of his racket, sometimes cutting to the left and sometimes pushing to the right, with a very fast rhythm.

This is his new move, called "Spinning Shadow Interception." He uses extremely fast movements at the net to change the direction of the shot, leaving his opponent with no time to react.

Unfortunately, Mochizuki Ryou reacted.

Not only did he react, but he also returned an even more tricky ball. The ball grazed the net, landed near Cilang's feet, bounced up but barely hopped, and rolled directly to the sidelines.

"30-0".

Jiro chased after it for a couple of steps but couldn't catch up. He squatted down, looking at the ball, and muttered to himself, "This works too."

He stood up, his expression not one of frustration at having his ultimate move broken, but of defiance—the kind of defiance that comes from "meeting a formidable opponent."

The next few balls.

As the game progressed, Jiro became increasingly happy and excited, his eyes filled with admiration. However, no matter how hard he tried or how far he ran, the tennis ball remained firmly in Mochizuki Ryo's hands.

"game, Mochizuki Ryou".

As soon as the match ended, Cilang, panting, bounced around in front of the net like an energetic little squirrel.

"Wow! Ling, you're amazing!"

"That return shot was so cool!"

"Ling! How did you hit that ball?! The angle was way too tricky!"

Wow! I couldn't predict the direction of your return shot at all!

……

Looking at his carefree attitude, Wang Yueling was furious. She walked over, reached out and lightly tapped his forehead, her tone filled with disappointment:

"Can't you have some ambition? You're so careless in every game, have you completely lost your will to win? Playing a game isn't a game, if you keep messing around like this, you'll only ever be sleeping on the court."

Jiro covered his forehead, looked at the racket in his hand, and didn't say anything.

"Go back and think about it carefully." After saying that, Wang Yueling turned around and walked back to the referee's chair.

Cilang nodded obediently, walked back with his head down, and Xiang Ri went up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him softly. For once, Cilang didn't chatter and stood quietly by the sidelines.

Just as Mochizuki Ryo took the water from Sakaki Taro, another person had already stepped onto the court.

Xiangriyue people.

He took off his jacket and threw it to Shinobu on the sidelines. Wearing a starting Polo shirt, his short red hair fluttered in the wind. He stood at the baseline, gripping his racket, his chin held high, his eyes full of defiance.

"It's my turn."

"I refuse to believe we won't get a single point!"

Wang Yueling glanced at him, put down the water bottle in her hand, picked up her racket, and walked onto the court.

"bring it on."

Xiang Ri's serve wasn't fast, but the angle was tricky. The ball landed near the sideline, bounced up, and then spun outwards.

Mochizuki Ryo took a step and easily caught the ball, which landed on Mukahi's backhand side.

The person opposite them, Xiang Ri, jumped up.

He spun in mid-air, his racket arcing overhead, and smashed the ball hard towards Mochizuki Ryo's forehand sideline.

"The moon has turned over."

Upon landing, he lurched forward a few steps, steadied himself, and looked up at the opposite side.

The ball was already behind him.

Wang Yueling stood still, his racket still in the swinging position. He had easily flicked the ball back, and it landed in Xiang Ri's backcourt, bounced twice, and rolled to the edge of the net.

"15-0".

Xiang Ri gritted his teeth, regained his position, and continued serving.

This time, after serving, he went straight to the net, jumped up, and performed another moon flip. The ball was smashed towards Mochizuki Ryo's backhand, at an even more difficult angle than before.

Wang Yueling took a step to the left, gently blocked the ball with her racket, and the ball landed at Xiang Ri's feet.

Xiang Ri bent down to catch the ball, his racket touched the ball, but the ball flew directly out of bounds.

The third ball, the fourth ball.

Xiang Ri showcased all his special skills, including lunar flips and mid-air volleys, dazzling the audience with a variety of tennis techniques. He jumped high and his movements were spectacular, but his lack of stamina was glaringly obvious. After only a few minutes, he was panting heavily and his returns became increasingly weak.

"game, Mochizuki Ryou".

He bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. Sweat streamed down his face like rain, and his chest heaved violently.

Wang Yueling frowned as she looked at him, who was panting so hard.

"I've never seen a player with such poor physical fitness as you. But... you can only play tennis; you won't make it in the acrobatic team."

He was exhausted from coming to Japan, and upon hearing this, his face turned red and then purple with anger.

"Oh, you can't stand it anymore? You have such a bad temper!"

Wang Yueling bounced the ball in her hand and continued, "In a proper match, what I'm saying is already being nice. With your stamina, you still dare to play singles? If you can't improve, you'll only be able to make a living in doubles, relying on others to cover for you."

After finishing speaking, Wang Yueling turned around and walked back to the referee's chair, no longer looking at Xiang Ri.

Xiang Ri's lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to refute, but after glancing at her still trembling legs, she swallowed her words and walked off the stage with her head down.

Renji walked over and handed him a bottle of water. He took it, unscrewed the cap, took a couple of sips, found an empty spot, and sat there without saying a word.

The sidelines were quiet for several minutes.

Hiyoshi Wakashi stepped out of the regular team.

He walked onto the court with a serious expression and a taut jawline. Without any extra movements, he simply stood at the baseline, gripped his racket, and stared intently at Mochizuki Ryo.

"The inferior overthrows the superior."

He whispered those four words.

Hearing his familiar declaration, Wang Yueling smiled slightly, picked up her racket, and walked back to the court.

"Okay, you can do it."

Hiyoshi tossed the ball up, slightly turned his body, and swung his racket. The ball's trajectory had a strange arc, not a normal parabola, but something like... how to put it, a straight line like that cleaved by a samurai sword, before suddenly plummeting.

This is the move he made after incorporating ancient martial arts into his serve.

Mochizuki Ryo stared at the ball, her feet not moving, and extended her racket to catch it just as it was falling. The return shot landed on Hiyoshi's backhand side; the angle wasn't particularly tricky, but the spin was heavy.

Hiyoshi ran over and slapped the ball with his backhand.

His movements bear obvious traces of ancient martial arts; his center of gravity is very low, and the trajectory of his racket swing is not a straight line, but an arc.

The ball flew back, with sidespin.

Wang Yueling caught it and pushed it back to his forehand position.

Hiyoshi ran over again and hit a forehand shot. His forehand and backhand movements were the same, both with that strange arc. The ball drew a semicircle in the air and its landing point kept changing.

Wang Yueling had already made a judgment based on his actions.

Hiyoshi's ancient martial arts tennis has a good idea, but his fundamentals are really too weak. His power generation, footwork, and hitting point are all wrong. These fancy arcs look impressive, but they are actually useless against real masters.

Because no matter how the ball's trajectory changes, it will eventually land on the court. As long as you predict the landing point correctly, the arc is irrelevant.

Mochizuki Ryo easily returned the ball, landing it in Hiyoshi's most uncomfortable position.

Hiyoshi ran over and barely caught the ball, which flew limply over the net.

Mochizuki Ryou raised her hand and pushed the ball, which landed in the open space on the opposite side.

"15-0".

……

Hiyoshi became increasingly anxious, the idea of ​​"underdog victory" racing through his mind, trying to project his own momentum with every shot. However, his movements became increasingly distorted, his power increased, and his mistakes grew more and more numerous.

On the last ball, he swung his racket with all his might, and the ball flew directly out of bounds.

"game, Mochizuki Ryou".

Hiyoshi stood there, his face pale.

Wang Yueling crossed her arms and looked at him, remaining silent for two seconds before speaking, "Do you know what your problem is?"

Hiyoshi didn't say anything.

"Your 'subordinates overthrowing superiors' mentality is excessive."

Wang Yueling placed the racket on her shoulder and tapped it lightly a few times. Her tone was not harsh, but every word felt like a sharp knife stabbing at him.

"To achieve 'overthrowing superiors from below,' you must first solidify your foundation. At your current level, overthrowing superiors isn't overthrowing superiors; it's suicide. With such a rotten foundation, no matter how many brilliant slogans you shout, it's useless."

Hiyoshi was jolted, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, and he walked back to the group with his head down.

Standing in line, Shinobu adjusted his glasses, feeling a little uneasy. Everyone before him had been thoroughly berated; he knew he would be next.

He cleared his throat, trying to smooth things over, and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Ling, that's about enough..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was frozen in place by a single glance from Wang Yueling. The boy's sweat-dampened blond hair hung down his forehead, his azure eyes held no warmth, he twirled his racket on his wrist, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"Shinobu, it's your turn."

"Move over there."