bdsm-fiction Chapter 1 The Most Exaggerated Old Money and the Sheep at the Desk Mate
Chapter 1 The Most Exaggerated Old Money and the Sheep at the Desk Mate
[Important Notice to Avoid!]
1. The premise is like Mount Everest, the protagonist is incredibly powerful and satisfying. Pairing: Mochizuki Ryo x Yukimura Seiichi
2. This is a story about the growth of all members of Hyotei Academy. The main character is a pure-blooded Yukimura fan. The author is not entirely a fan, so the story will lean towards an ensemble piece.
3. Mainly junior high school + U17, Rikkai University achieved 16 consecutive Kanto championships! 3 consecutive national championships! Hyotei University achieved two runner-up finishes! (A result of limitations in overall strength)
4. The protagonist was the acting coach of Hyotei during his junior high school years. He would not play in official junior high school matches. Hyotei was still Atobe's home ground. Hyotei was the king, and his crown would never fall.
5. Seigaku fans and Fudomine fans, please proceed with caution! This is going to be controversial!!! All criticisms will be made, especially regarding their coach's inaction, protagonist halo, rule violations, verbal bullying and psychological manipulation, moral blackmail... My personal bias is very strong, please click the X if you don't like it.
6. The protagonist of this story is a die-hard fan of Yukimura, which is different from the real-world fan culture. This was mainly for the sake of the book's title.
7. This story is purely 1v1; all other relationships are purely platonic.
Finally, I wish all my readers: beauty, wealth, and no worries, may your lives get better and better!
[Please put your brain here!!!]
Tokyo in May.
As the cherry blossoms approach their final season, petals drift down with the wind.
Wang Yueling leaned back in the car, closed her eyes to rest, and recalled the recent events.
Two weeks ago, he returned to Japan to attend his grandfather's funeral. While sorting through old things, he found a photo of himself as a child and it woke him up.
No, to be precise, I remembered.
I recall that in my past life I was Wang Ling, a tennis prodigy in China (19-year-old Olympic champion + 20-year-old Australian Open Grand Slam winner), hailed by the media as "the most promising male singles tennis player to achieve a Grand Slam."
At the age of 21, he suffered severe somatization due to a congenital metabolic disease, which sidelined him for six years. He returned to tennis at the age of 27 and reached the US Open final. On the eve of the match, in an attempt to stop a suicide attack on a school bus while driving under the influence of drugs, he crashed his car into the terrorist's vehicle and died in the accident.
(Stacking Armor: The author is making this up; there is no real-world prototype. The protagonist's "super hard tennis skills with no mystical elements" in the real world are just his cheat code in tennis.)
He was reincarnated as Felix Servis, the heir to the Felix family, whose Japanese name is "Mochizuki Ryou". He is of Japanese and French descent and grew up in France.
I stayed in Japan this time to be with my grandmother and to manage the family business.
Although his maternal grandfather passed away suddenly, he had already restructured the management team and was waiting for his eldest grandson to take over. Of course, he did not disappoint his grandfather's trust and spent a week using ruthless methods to purge the evildoers from the family company.
At the time, many of the older shareholders, who relied on their seniority, privately said, "This young patriarch is far more ruthless and cold-blooded than the old patriarch; he shows absolutely no mercy."
Hearing such words, Wang Yueling wasn't angry; instead, she felt like laughing.
Compared to the darkest six years of his previous life (sudden onset of genetic disease, media attacks, sponsors canceling contracts, and paparazzi camping out at the sanatorium every day), these insignificant words were no different from praise to him.
Besides, he hadn't wasted the past fifteen years. Starting at the age of ten, he had followed his grandfather in handling the much larger and more complex affairs of the Felix family. He had learned everything he needed to learn and understood everything he needed to understand.
He didn't even consider these small fry a threat.
The car slowed down.
"Young master, we've arrived," the driver whispered.
Wang Yueling opened his eyes, and the view outside the car window made him squint slightly.
The imposing English-style pillars, paired with heavy black and gold openwork iron gates, and the eye-catching school emblem above the gate with the large gold lettering "Hyotei Academy" engraved below, are all impressive. Expensive evergreen plants are arranged in a well-organized manner among various exquisite landscaping. Looking from the gate, the outline of the main teaching building is revealed at the end of the cherry blossom trees.
Wang Yueling stared at the outrageously exaggerated school gate, remained silent for two seconds, and then her lips twitched slightly.
sigh.
The most outrageous old money is here.
It truly lives up to its reputation as the "Atobe-style luxury" in The Prince of Tennis, a luxury that is better seen than heard about.
Indeed... magnificent.
He knew that Hyotei was a famous prestigious school in Japan, and he had long been mentally prepared for Atobe Keigo's unique personal aesthetic.
But clearly, the preparations were insufficient.
When Wang Yueling saw this magnificent campus with her own eyes, she couldn't help but wonder in her heart: How much money must this have cost?
He opened the car door, a violin case slung over his right shoulder, transfer documents in his left hand, and stood at the luxurious and imposing school gate, letting out a soft sigh.
They entered Hyotei Academy.
Most of the cherry blossoms on campus have already fallen, their petals scattered all over the ground, making it feel soft and spongy underfoot.
As Wang Yueling walked along the passageway, a sudden gust of wind caused the remaining petals to flutter down from the branches.
He reached out and randomly caught a piece, looked at it in his palm, and then gently blew it away.
It's a pale pinkish-white color, very thin, with slightly yellowish edges.
"It's a pity we're too late," Wang Yueling sighed.
I don't know if they're talking about cherry blossoms or something else.
After speaking, he unconsciously raised his hand and touched the cotton doll on the strap of the violin case—it had blue-purple hair, cute features, and was very adorable. The doll was very small, only the size of his palm. He had made it himself a few days ago by following a tutorial online, and he had even accurately reproduced the color of the hairband.
In his previous life, he was abandoned because of his poor health. The only things that kept him company in the orphanage were an old television and a set of "The Prince of Tennis" DVDs left behind by someone.
He watched it countless times.
My favorite character is Yukimura Seiichi.
At that time, he thought Yukimura was both powerful and beautiful.
Thus, he set his life goal: to become the best tennis player in China.
And it was indeed a success.
later.
During those six years of confusion, the "Son of God," who was also in poor health, had undergone surgery, and returned to the court with strong willpower, reappeared in Mochizuki Ryo's life.
It became his belief in defying fate.
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When he entered the teaching building, it was during class time, and there weren't many people in the corridor. He followed the signs and found the principal's office.
The principal was a small old man in his sixties, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He stood up when he saw him, smiling somewhat reservedly, clearly aware of the power transition within the Mochizuki family.
"Mochizuki-kun, I have admired you for a long time."
"You're too kind." Wang Yueling gave a slight bow and handed over the transfer documents.
The principal flipped through the materials, looked up at him, and had a subtle look in his eyes that said, "This is the legendary 'other people's child'."
The principal tentatively began:
"As per procedure, we need to do a simple test. After all, you've been studying in France, and the curriculum is quite different..."
"no problem."
The test was conducted in the academic affairs office. There were six papers in total, covering Chinese, a minor language, mathematics, English, physics, and chemistry. The difficulty level was higher than that of regular entrance exams.
Wang Yueling finished quickly and efficiently, taking only a little over forty minutes, and got full marks in every subject.
The principal looked at the report card for a long time, then his smile became even more genuine.
"Perfect score. As expected of the heir to the Mochizuki family."
Wang Yueling simply smiled politely and said nothing, which was taken as tacit acceptance of his praise.
In his past life in China, although he was a sports student, he never neglected his academic studies and even graduated from a prestigious university. In this life, he received elite education from a young age, so these questions were indeed not difficult for him at all.
Finally, the principal even had the academic affairs director personally escort him to the classroom, showing great courtesy.
He was assigned to the third grade, class C, located on the third floor of the teaching building in the southeast corner.
As Wang Yueling followed the teacher into the classroom, sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing the entire classroom in an orange-yellow hue.
The forty-odd students below all looked up at the newly appeared blond boy.
The boy was over 1 meters tall, with a slender and upright figure. He sported a high-layered wolf tail, the length just below his shoulders, with neatly trimmed bangs that didn't obscure his eyes. He had a handsome, mixed-race face. The same silver-gray slim-fit suit tailored by Hyotei Academy looked incredibly stylish on him, as if he were at a French Fashion Week show. Especially with the sunlight streaming through the window, he seemed to be dazzling under a spotlight. The violin on his right shoulder and the cute little doll hanging from it were fashion items from this show.
The people in the classroom were stunned for a moment. Even the boys who were in their teens and concerned about their appearance couldn't find anything wrong with the boy in front of them.
Wang Yueling stood on the podium, placed her violin case against the table, and turned to write her name on the blackboard.
"Wang Yueling. Transferred from France. Likes tennis, music, handicrafts... Please take care of me in the future."
The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, the tone was even, with a touch of lazy, unrestrained French at the end.
There was a two-second silence, followed by a burst of noisy discussion.
"So high..."
"Are you mixed race? Your bright blue eyes are so beautiful."
"Is that a violin slung over the shoulder by the new student? I really want to see him play it."
"Hmm, the new classmate can play tennis. Do you think she might join Atobe-sama's tennis club? Oh well, let's add some new material for our Hyotei Tennis Club support group first. Eka, move forward a bit and block my view. I'm taking some photos to post in the group."
"Li Shi, hurry up, the new classmate is already looking this way."
……
The homeroom teacher tapped the desk and coughed a few times to maintain discipline: "What is Mochizuki's height?"
"1.83 meters tall."
The classroom fell silent for a second.
In Japanese junior high schools, boys generally develop later, so this height is quite rare.
"Then sit in the empty seat by the window in the back row." The homeroom teacher pushed up his glasses, glanced around the classroom, and pointed to the seat by the window in the back row. "Akutagawa is next to me."
Wang Yueling looked in the direction the finger was pointing.
In the last row by the window, the sunlight perfectly illuminated the desk. In the same row, a boy with curly hair was sleeping, his face buried in his arms, breathing evenly.
Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes around him, Wang Yueling nodded, walked to his seat, gently pulled out a chair, sat down, and leaned the violin case against the wall.
He tilted his head and carefully observed his new deskmate.
The boy was fast asleep, slumped over an open Chinese book, but the blackboard had been filled with chemistry notes from the previous lesson, indicating that he had been asleep for quite some time.
Looking at it from another angle...
It has fluffy, curly, reddish-brown fur, sleeps anytime, anywhere, and looks rather dazed...
Yes, all the necessary elements are included.
It seems his deskmate is the regular "volleying genius" of the Hyotei tennis team.
Jirou Akutagawa.
Ryo Mochizuki also knew his other identity: the number one fan of Rikkai Daimaru Ibukata.
He remembered a scene in the original story where Jiro secretly skipped club activities to go to Rikkai University in order to watch Marui's match, and shamelessly asked for a wristband from him.
Thinking of this, Wang Yueling looked down at the soft and cute cotton doll on her violin case.
He somewhat understood Cilang.
I completely understand.
Because he wanted it too.
The school bell rang, but Cilang was still asleep.
The teacher began the lesson, and Wang Yueling took out the textbook she had just received from her schoolbag, turned to the corresponding page, and listened while taking a few notes in her notebook.
Halfway through the class, Cilang turned over and mumbled something in his sleep, indistinct and unclear.
Hearing the noise, Wang Yueling turned her head and glanced at him.
Cilang's face had a red mark from being pressed against his arm, his mouth was slightly open, and his breathing was very light. His hair was messy from sleeping, and he looked soft and fluffy, like a small animal curled up in its nest.
By the way, when I was browsing forums in my past life, Jiro Akutagawa's fans called him "Sleeping Sheep".
The word "sheep" is equivalent to "sleep," which is quite fitting.
Wang Yueling looked away and continued listening to the lesson.
After a while, Cilang suddenly sat up.
He blinked, his gaze unfocused as he looked around. With his reddish-brown curly fur, he looked more like a little brown bear with messy fur, just waking up from a hibernation den.
He was clearly taken aback when he saw that there were more people around him.
"Who are you?"
The voice was nasal and muffled.
"Wang Yueling. You just transferred here today." Wang Yueling twirled a pen in her well-defined hand, lowering her voice, "If you're not fully awake, you can keep sleeping, okay? The teacher isn't looking at you."
Cilang followed his gaze to the podium, then leaned back down.
He lay there for about three seconds, then looked up and stared at Wang Yueling for two seconds.
"You're so tall."
"……Um."
Do you play tennis?
Wang Yueling smiled and said, "I know a little."
Cilang's eyes visibly brightened for a moment, but quickly dimmed again. He yawned, "Then let's have a match another day... I'm so sleepy, I'm going to take a nap... zzz."
He fell asleep again before he could finish speaking.
Wang Yueling was amazed by his amazing skill of falling asleep in a second. Her beautiful, narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly before lowering her head.
He suddenly realized that his deskmate was really nice.
It's not because Cilang is particularly interesting.
Rather, it's because... Jiro must understand the feeling of "picking the favorite ear of wheat and walking through the whole wheat field with eyes closed." Besides family, friends, and tennis, the only thing that can help him overcome his drowsiness is his idol, "Marui Bunta."
In the parlance of fandom, they are, in a sense, the same type of fan.
But they only focus on their own business.
I'm a solo fan.
When the bell rang, Cilang finally got enough sleep for the time being.
He rubbed his eyes and extended his hand in greeting, "Akutagawa Jiro. What did you say your name was again?"
"Looking at the Moon Rising".
"Oh, Mochizuki." Jiro scratched his messy hair, his gaze falling on the violin case by the wall. "Was the doll hanging on your violin case custom-made or bought?"
Wang Yueling followed the gaze and looked down. The little doll with blue-purple hair was quietly hanging on the bag strap.
"No, I made it myself."
"You made it yourself!!! That's amazing! Who is it based on?" Jiro stared wide-eyed in surprise, leaning closer and squinting. "I feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."
Wang Yueling didn't answer, but simply moved the zither case closer to herself and said with a smile, "It's a secret."
Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, Cilang didn't press him further. He simply said "Oh," took out a box of blueberry cakes from the drawer, opened it, and started eating.
Watching him finish the dessert in just a few bites, Mochizuki Ryou thought to herself: This love for sweets is just like his idol, Marui Bunta; they're both little creatures who love sweets.
He turned his gaze away and looked out the window.
Through the pink and white cherry blossom trees, you can see the luxurious tennis courts of Hyotei University, with gray-blue flags fluttering in the wind around the nets.
The venue is empty now; training won't start until 3:30 PM, when it's time for club activities.
The cherry blossoms are still falling.
A gust of wind blew by, and the petals rolled along the ground a few times before coming to rest in the corner of the wall.
"I wonder what he's doing now."
Wang Yueling said in a low voice.
The sound was carried away by the wind.