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

Chapter 11 Meeting Qingxue for the first time, Echizen has a strange talent

When I came out of the inpatient department, the sun was blazing.

Wang Yueling raised her hand to shield her eyes from the glaring light.

The driver, who was waiting outside, opened the back door of the black sedan at the right moment. He bent down and sat down, casually placing the thermos next to him with a natural and carefree demeanor.

The air conditioning inside the car quickly dispelled the heat from my body.

He leaned back against the soft leather seat, gazing at the hospital buildings outside the window, his fingertips tracing his cuffs, his mind still replaying Yukimura's slightly hoarse voice when he said "thank you."

Just as I was engrossed in it, my thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

The phone started vibrating.

The words "Ci Lang" were displayed on the screen.

He reluctantly pressed the answer button, and Cilang's cheerful voice immediately came through the receiver, carrying the unique vigor of youth:

"Ryo! Where are you? We won both of our opening matches at the Hyotei Capital Tournament! All the regulars are here, it's awesome! Atobe even scheduled a match for me this afternoon. If you don't have anything urgent to do, come watch me play! I'll send you my location right away!"

Wang Yueling leaned back in her chair, listening to the cheerful sounds around her, a slight smile unconsciously curving her lips. She glanced at her phone, then thought that things had temporarily settled down with Yukimura, and there wasn't anything urgent at the company right now, so she could indeed go over there.

Her voice was languid and gentle: "Okay, send me your location, I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, he told the driver to pull over, then stared blankly at the street scene outside the window, thinking that watching a tennis match occasionally would be nice, a way to relax.

"Ding-dong!"

The location information for Cilang came quickly and urgently, as if afraid that he might not go.

Wang Yueling handed the location to the driver.

The driver glanced at it, thought for a moment, and replied, "Young master, this is a restaurant near Tachikawa Tennis Park."

"Hmm, they're probably having a get-together." Wang Yueling thought for a moment and then added, "I'll go back by myself this afternoon, you don't need to pick me up."

The driver didn't say anything more and started the car.

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The restaurant was chosen by Atobe, so it couldn't be an ordinary place.

The driver parked the car in front of a finely decorated upscale Japanese restaurant, following the GPS location.

Following the directions from the receptionist, Mochizuki Ryo went to the second floor and immediately saw the Hyotei Tennis Club members occupying the entire lobby. All the regulars and semi-regulars of the tournament had come.

More than a dozen teenagers sat at four or five tables. Club president Keigo Atobe sat in the head seat at the middle table. His glamorous aura could be felt from a distance. His posture and aura made it look more like a board meeting than a club dinner.

Cilang, who was keeping a close eye on things outside, was the first to spot him. He jumped up excitedly, waving his hands vigorously, almost knocking over the drinks on the table.

"Ling! Over here, over here!"

Hearing the shouts, the others also turned to look at the doorway.

Mukahi and Shishido nodded in greeting, and Ootori smiled and said "Good afternoon." Hiyoshi sat quietly in the corner eating, and Kabaji looked at him and said "Wushi" expressionlessly, which was his greeting.

Ryo Mochizuki calmly walked in, first greeting her cousin Taro Sakaki, and then responding to them one by one.

Atobe sat in the main seat, with an expensive-looking set meal in front of him and a cup of black tea beside him. He was elegantly cutting his steak, as if he were in a three-Michelin-starred restaurant.

"You've arrived?" Atobe raised his noble chin. "Have a seat."

Wang Yueling was somewhat indifferent as she walked over and sat down to Cilang's right.

Shinobu sat on his other side, chuckling as she watched their interaction. She leaned over and gently nudged his arm with her elbow, lowering her voice, "How about it? Isn't our captain quite dashing?"

Upon hearing this, Mochizuki Ryo glanced at Atobe, who was drinking red tea. Atobe noticed his gaze, raised an eyebrow slightly, and his expression clearly said, "I am the epitome of elegance."

Watching Atobe, who even drank tea with the air of drinking red wine, Mochizuki Ryo's lips twitched, and she thought to herself: "A born late-stage chuunibyou."

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he replied to Renzu, "Barely acceptable, but still falls short of my magnificent standards."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Atobe to hear.

No sooner had he said that than Atobe glared at him: "My magnificence needs no one else's judgment?"

Seeing his outburst, Wang Yueling's smile deepened. She picked up the teapot, poured a cup of black tea, took a sip, and began to soothe him: "Hmm, sir's views are brilliant and ahead of their time. It's my thinking that's too narrow-minded."

Atobe seemed satisfied with his answer, gave a soft hum, and said nothing more, but the corners of his mouth clearly curled up slightly.

As the instigator of the incident, Shinobu watched the two of them go back and forth, his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress his laughter.

After calming down, he pushed up his glasses. "Ling, we're all classmates at Hyotei, we'll see each other all the time. From now on, we'll call you Ling like Jiro does, right? You can just call us by our names, no need to be so formal."

"Sure." Wang Yueling nodded indifferently.

The waiter came over with an extra set of cutlery. Just as we were about to order, Cilang leaned over from the side and said, "Ling, what do you want to eat? This beef is super delicious! And this salad too..."

"Sit down first." Wang Yueling reached out and pressed his head back down, waving the menu in her hand: "I can look at it myself."

The dining table was noisy.

Shishido and Ootori were reviewing the morning's match, Mukahi was ordering dessert from the waiter, and Kabaji was sitting next to Atobe, quietly finishing his food.

Wang Yueling ordered a plate of pasta and ate it slowly.

I really like this atmosphere.

This group of people overlapped with the two-dimensional figures in his memory, but there were also many differences.

them……

More vibrant, more authentic, more interesting.

The friendship between the teenagers quietly took root amidst the clinking of glasses and lively chatter.

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After finishing their meal, the group walked in a large group towards Tachikawa Tennis Park.

Wang Yueling also mingled in the middle of the group, listening to Cilang and Xiangri chattering about the afternoon's match schedule.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he was taken aback by the enormous scene before him.

The competition venue wasn't large, but the area around the perimeter was packed with people, all dressed in Hyotei school uniforms. Holding support towels and flags, they stood in several rows, and especially when they saw the regular players approaching, they immediately started chanting slogans in unison, their voices so loud they seemed to be able to turn the entire park upside down.

"Hyotei! Hyotei! Hyotei!"

The shouts nearly shattered his eardrums.

Ryo Mochizuki turned to look at Atobe, whose expression remained unchanged. Atobe even snapped his fingers, seemingly enjoying himself, as he interacted with the cheering squad.

This sparked a new wave of screaming frenzy.

He rubbed his ears and subconsciously turned to look at the other members of the tennis club. Everyone looked calm, clearly used to it.

"Do you guys do this every time you compete?"

"Of course." Shinobu nodded with a smile in his eyes behind his glasses, "Where Atobe is, there's bound to be cheering from boys and girls."

Wang Yueling glanced at Atobe, who was already standing at the very front, as if his whole body was saying, "Of course, my grandeur must be the most magnificent."

He opened his mouth, but then closed it again.

Forget it, I won't complain anymore, or I'll just get angry again.

"Ling, stand here for a better view."

Ryo Mochizuki was pushed by Jiro to an open spot near the net, where the view was indeed excellent, offering a clear view of the entire court. Glancing at the match schedule, she realized she hadn't heard of Hyotei's opponent; they were probably unseeded, so the match shouldn't be too suspenseful.

"I'm going to buy a bottle of water, I'll be right back," he said to Cilang, and then walked out. "You guys get ready."

"Okay! Remember to come back early to watch my singles match!"

He waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

……

The vending machine was at the other end of the park. Wang Yueling bought a bottle of oolong tea, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

Tachikawa Tennis Park is the main venue for this Tokyo tournament. Matches are being held on various courts, and the crisp sound of rackets hitting the ball and the cheers of supporters are intertwined, revealing the passionate youth of the young people.

Walking slowly back along the shaded path, the sun was strong, making people feel lazy. Wang Yueling took out a black and white checkered silk scarf from her pocket, tied it on her head, and blocked the sun.

As he passed by a field, he heard the referee's shouts coming from inside.

"Game against Seigaku, the score is now 5-5!"

"It's a tie, we just need to win two more games to win..."

Ok? !

Qing Xue! ! !

Wang Yueling stopped and glanced at the field.

Two teams stood outside the fence: Seishun Academy in blue and white uniforms on one side, and St. Rudolph in brown and white uniforms on the other.

The doubles match on the court was in full swing, with the scoreboard clearly showing 5:5.

Wang Yueling leaned against the fence, slowly took a sip of oolong tea, and decided to stay there for a while before going back.

At least my ears don't have to suffer here.

On Seigaku's side, the "golden duo" Shuichiro Oishi and Eiji Kikumaru took to the court. The two cooperated extremely well, with Oishi's composure and Kikumaru's agility complementing each other perfectly. They were a typical complementary doubles pair, very similar to the combination of Shinobu Mukahi on Hyotei's side.

Meanwhile, on St. Rudolph's side, it was Captain Akazawa who partnered with Kaneda in doubles. Mochizuki Ryo raised an eyebrow, secretly admiring Kanzuki's skillful team formation.

Based on precise data analysis, and for the sake of the team's victory, the ability to flexibly adjust the positions of the team's top players demonstrates a boldness and strategic thinking that surpasses even the seemingly experienced coach of Seigaku.

It seems that St. Rudolf's victory is still quite likely.

Not long after, a calm voice came from inside the net on St. Rudolf's side: "Ah! This match is almost over, Akazawa. Yuta, go warm up."

Almost simultaneously, someone from Seigaku reminded him, "Little one, it's your turn. Go warm up."

Wang Yueling looked up and saw two boys walking towards the warm-up area at the edge of the field.

One was Fuji Yuuta, his eyes brimming with arrogance and resentment; the other was Echizen Ryoma, short in stature, wearing a white baseball cap, his expression nonchalant. As they passed each other, Echizen Ryoma suddenly stopped, looked up at Fuji Yuuta, and said casually yet with a hint of provocation, "I heard you're Fuji-senpai's younger brother?"

A single sentence was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

Yuta Fuji's face instantly darkened, a vein throbbed on his forehead, and he gripped his racket tightly, taking a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger: "Don't call me that!"

He was about to make a move, his murderous aura almost overflowing.

"Yuta."

At that moment, Kanzuki's voice rang out, his tone calm and unquestionable. Fuji Yuta gritted his teeth, glared at Echizen Ryoma, and finally turned and went to the warm-up area, his steps showing some impatience.

Ryoma Echizen raised his hand to adjust the brim of his hat, a smug smile still playing on his lips, and uttered his favorite phrase: "Well! I'm still a long way off."

Wang Yueling watched the whole thing and shook the beverage bottle in her hand.

Oh.

That kid has a really sharp tongue.

but……

He glanced at Fuji Yuu walking away and sighed, "To be provoked like this by just one sentence, his mentality is really not good."

The members of Seigaku looked at each other in bewilderment.

Momoshiro Takeshi was the first to speak, asking, "Fuji-senpai, is that guy really your brother? He seems pretty arrogant."

"Hmm." Fuji Syusuke stood to the side, his face still bearing a gentle smile, though a hint of regret lingered in his eyes. He nodded slightly. "Yuta... he was also at Seigaku in the first semester of his first year of junior high, and then he transferred to St. Rudolph."

He walked over to Ryoma Echizen and said softly, "Yuta has always been a competitive kid. His tennis... is really strong."

Ryoma Echizen responded with an "Oh," without any particular reaction.

Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses, quickly flipped through the notebook in his hand, and read aloud: "Fuji Yuuta, known as the 'Left-Handed Killer,' is a player who specializes in defeating left-handed players, with the goal of defeating his older brother Fuji Syusuke."

Upon hearing this, Ryoma Echizen's eyes flashed with interest, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Oh! So Fuji-senpai's younger brother is a left-handed killer? That's interesting."

Wang Yueling listened from the side and couldn't help but complain in her heart.

People hate being called "Fuji's younger brother," but you keep doing it, stabbing people in the back.

Is this kid's emotional intelligence really that low?!

If he weren't the main character, he probably wouldn't have survived to this day unscathed.

They would have been beaten up long ago, with a sack over their heads.

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The singles match begins.

Yuta Fuji's serve.

His movements were very standard; the ball speed wasn't fast, but the spin was strong. The first serve came, and Ryoma Echizen returned it. The ball landed near the baseline, but Yuta Fuji anticipated the landing point and returned it with a half-volley at a very tricky angle.

Ryoma Echizen missed.

Wang Yueling narrowed her eyes. The timing of this half-attack was good, and the prediction was accurate.

Yuta Fuji's technical foundation is indeed quite good.

But Echizen Ryoma... is, after all, Echizen Ryoma.

Sure enough, at the start of the fifth game, Ryoma Echizen suddenly changed his way of returning the ball.

It was no longer a simple baseline tug-of-war; instead, they started to use angles, forcing Fuji Yuta to move around. Fuji Yuta's movement speed wasn't fast, and once he was pulled away, the accuracy of his half-volleys decreased.

The score is now tied.

The two of them went back and forth, locked in a tight battle.

Ryo Mochizuki tapped the wire of the net with her fingers, watching the two players locked in a tense standoff on the court, and mentally assessed: Ryoma Echizen's talent is undeniable, he's quick-witted, has solid fundamentals, and is the kind of all-around player born for tennis.

Fuji Yuuta isn't bad either; he doesn't have any major weaknesses in terms of technique, it's just that...

Too hasty.

I'm so eager to prove myself.

On the court, Fuji Yuta finally unleashed his ultimate move: an outside spin ball.

The racket struck the tennis ball with a crisp sound, and the ball flew towards Ryoma Echizen's court with extreme spin, its trajectory unpredictable and completely defying logic.

Ryoma Echizen made several consecutive mistakes on his returns.

The score gap gradually widened, and the atmosphere on the field became increasingly tense.

Wang Yueling leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on the ball's trajectory on the court. She secretly marveled at how powerful this move was, designed specifically for left-handed players' power generation habits. It was precise and tricky, no wonder it was known as the "left-handed killer."

Indeed, this tactic is very effective against most left-handed players... but... well, his opponent is no ordinary opponent.

"Genius" Ryoma Echizen is a man with the protagonist's aura.

His greatest strength lies in making breakthroughs during matches.