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

Chapter 98 The Tumultuous Struggle Between Rikkai and Hyotei

After finishing his own match, Atobe went to Sanada's court to watch the afternoon's draw matches.

Sanada played well. After the match, Atobe stood on the sidelines and clapped his hands, his arrogance barely concealed. "Hmm, not bad. But compared to my match this morning, it's still a bit lacking."

Sanada placed his racket on the bench, turned around, and stared directly at him through the brim of his hat. "Atobe, what's the margin of error for your signature move?"

"Within six centimeters." Atobe crossed his arms and slightly raised his chin.

"My lightning-fast movements are off by less than five centimeters." Sanada adjusted the brim of his hat, his tone serious.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, and the air was almost filled with the sound of electricity.

next second...

They turned around at the same time and went to different courts for extra practice.

Shinobu, who had witnessed the whole thing, pushed up his glasses and looked at Yanagi beside him: "Is your vice minister always this competitive?!"

Liu's notebook was still on a page he hadn't finished writing on, but his hand was scribbling rapidly: "He's usually fine. But when Atobe is around, his competitive spirit really kicks in."

"Our minister is usually quite normal."

Oshitari paused, his gaze falling on Atobe's departing figure. "But when Sanada is around, his flamboyance level also skyrockets."

The two were silent for a moment, then sighed almost simultaneously.

This competitive spirit quickly spread throughout the entire group.

By the third day, the situation was completely out of control.

The ordinary members of Hyotei and Rikkai began a silent war.

If you run one extra lap around the lake, I'll run two extra laps; if you add 300 swings, I'll make sure I don't do less. So much so that every time we line up for training and look at each other, our eyes are practically blazing with tension, the atmosphere thick with rivalry.

Even first-graders Pu Shan and Xiao Quan got involved. The two little ones were running by the lake and neither of them wanted to fall behind. In the end, they were both so tired that they lay on the grass panting.

The daily menus on the training field are filled with shockingly competitive displays of skill and ambition.

The basic training regimen originally set by Mochizuki Ryo was already daunting enough, but the students from Hyotei and Rikkai spontaneously doubled all the training programs.

Five laps around the lake will become ten laps, a thousand swings of the racket will become two thousand swings, a hundred push-ups will become two hundred push-ups...

At the end of each training session.

The students from both schools lay sprawled on the grass, staring at each other, their eyes revealing no fatigue, only an unyielding spirit of competition.

Eating at a restaurant is even more outrageous.

After training, everyone dragged their tired bodies toward the restaurant. Just as they reached the entrance, they saw Atobe and Sanada standing there, the atmosphere between them still tense.

"I swung my racket thirty seconds faster than you today." Atobe crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and spoke with undisguised smugness.

Sanada said expressionlessly, "I'll win next time."

"Hmph, I'll be waiting." Atobe snorted and walked into the restaurant first.

Sanada followed closely behind.

Inside the cafeteria, the members from both schools automatically split into two groups and sat in their respective areas. The Hyotei students sat on the left, and the Rikkai students sat on the right.

While getting his food, Mukahi, holding his tray, glanced at the rice in Urasan's bowl across from Rikkai University, then at his own, and said to the cafeteria lady, "Auntie, could you give me another bowl of rice?"

The aunt paused for a moment, then poured him another full bowl.

Upon seeing this, Pu Shan immediately said to the auntie, "Auntie, I want two bowls!"

A first-year member of the Hyotei team nearby saw this and shouted, "I want two bowls too!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

……

Suddenly, the restaurant was filled with shouts of people wanting more rice. The auntie serving the food was flustered and looked puzzled.

These kids usually can't even finish a bowl of rice, but today they're all like hungry wolves.

Niou, holding his plate, looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Puri~ Now, even eating has become a competition."

Yagyu pushed up his glasses, looked at the overflowing bowl of rice in his bowl, and shook his head helplessly: "If I keep eating like this, I probably won't be able to run during training this afternoon."

With his mouth full of rice, Marui mumbled, "No way! We can't lose to the Hyotei guys! They eat two bowls, I'm going to eat three!"

As he spoke, he took the tray and went to get more rice.

Kuwahara watched his retreating figure, sighed helplessly, and then went to get another bowl.

When Wang Yueling entered the restaurant, this was the scene that greeted her. Members from both schools were engrossed in their food, their bowls piled high with rice.

Atobe and Sanada sat at the front, each with three empty bowls in front of them, and were holding a fourth bowl to get more rice.

Wang Yueling's temples throbbed with embarrassment, and he felt utterly helpless.

He never intended to get involved in the first place.

They even had a bit of a "let's see what happens" mentality.

After all, the two schools are rivals, and this competition has a positive impact on training effectiveness. Besides, both Atobe and Sanada are inherently competitive, so it's better to unleash their competitive spirit than to suppress it.

But he never expected the two teams to be so fiercely competitive, which left him in awe.

Especially after seeing those shocking training statistics from the past two days, I finally couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

Healthy competition can promote progress, but such vicious competition is unnecessary.

Wang Yueling blew the whistle, and everyone instinctively stood at attention. More than forty people quickly formed two neat lines in the center of the restaurant, some with rice grains still on their hands and faces, and food still in their mouths.

Atobe and Sanada stood at the very front of their respective lines, each with an impeccably straight posture.

With her hands in the pockets of her sports jacket, Wang Yueling slowly walked to the front of the line.

His azure eyes swept over the faces of the boys, who still wore expressions of fierce competition. His tone was light and cheerful, but the curve of his lips sent chills down one's spine.

"It's been quite lively these past few days. Morning runs have doubled, racket swings have intensified, and now even meals are a competition to see who can eat the most."

"Everyone thinks they're so great, planning to work the other person out of health and eat all the rice on the estate, right?"

The entire room fell silent instantly. The people who had been secretly competing with each other all lowered their heads, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Atobe stood at the front of the line with his arms crossed, his ear tips slightly burning; Sanada pulled down the brim of his hat, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Kirihara burped, patted his round belly, and whispered, "But... everyone at Hyotei ate three bowls..."

"If they eat three bowls, you eat three bowls too?" Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow, lightly tapping the nearest table with her fingertip, her expression serious. "If they eat ten bowls, you eat ten bowls too? What if you get a stomachache?"

He paused, his gaze falling on Atobe and Sanada, his tone becoming more serious.

"And you two, as minister and deputy minister, are leading the way in this kind of pointless competition. It's one thing to compete in running and swinging a racket, but now we're even competing in eating."

Are you three-year-olds?

Atobe's face flushed slightly, and he coughed lightly, "I just..."

"Just what?" Mochizuki Ryo interrupted him. "Just that you two have nothing better to do? Do you two think the training intensity these past two days has been normal?"

Atobe crossed his arms, a hint of guilt flashing in his icy blue eyes, but he still spoke defiantly: "I just think the training volume can be increased."

Sanada adjusted the brim of his hat, his voice low: "Rikkai University never lets its guard down."

"Very good." Wang Yueling nodded, revealing a very gentle smile, but everyone was startled by this sudden smile and took a half step back.

"Ministers, what do you think your muscle fatigue index is right now? Has it exceeded the warning line? If I hadn't had Liu monitor your data daily, were you planning to send everyone to the hospital?"

He paused, held up one finger, and shook it.

"If you two get injured during the training camp due to overtraining, how will you explain it to the school? How will you explain it to your teammates? How will you explain it to your parents?"

"Especially these first and second-year members, they are still growing, and their joints and ligaments are not fully developed. As the two of you, you are leading them in crazy extra training."

"Do you think they won't get hurt? Or do you think it doesn't matter if they do get hurt?"

He lowered his hand, his voice suddenly rising several decibels: "If you want to compete, fine. But the way to compete isn't by hurting your body to prove you're stronger. A true strong person knows when to fight and when to stop."

Sanada pulled his hat brim down even lower, his ears turning slightly red: "Yes, I understand."

Atobe turned his face away and said sullenly, "I know."

Seeing the two of them looking rather embarrassed, Wang Yueling softened her tone, but the last syllable of her voice still carried that familiar playfulness.

"I'm a gentle coach that everyone loves. If I let my team members get injured during the first joint training camp between the two schools, I'll definitely be known for torturing young people."

"I won't do that..."

Upon hearing this, some people below couldn't help but stifle a low laugh, but quickly suppressed it and dared not utter a sound.

Wang Yueling concluded with a sweeping and decisive summary.

"Very good. From now on, eat properly, eat as much as you can, and don't force yourself."

All extra training sessions are cancelled.

"Basic training will continue as usual. Anyone who sneaks into cheating will receive triple the training and three extra days of hard labor in Taoyuan."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!" More than forty voices rang out in unison, echoing throughout the entire restaurant.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shoved the excess rice from their bowls back into their bowls.

The atmosphere in the restaurant finally returned to normal.

The atmosphere among the teams has warmed up.

There was no training scheduled for the evening, so Kirihara took Kabaji and a few first and second-year club members to the lake to go fishing.

The lakeside was quiet at night, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and the lake water lapping against the shore.

The boys sat by the lake, fishing rods in hand, chatting quietly.

Kirihara fished for ages without catching a single fish, and in frustration, he threw his fishing rod on the ground: "I'm not fishing anymore! These fish just won't bite!"

Kuwabara picked up the fishing rod, handed it to him, and gently comforted him, "Akaya, be patient. The more you make a fuss on the shore, the less fish you'll catch. You should learn from Kabaji-kun over there; he'll be able to catch fish much faster that way."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Huadi's fishing rod began to move.

The fishing float suddenly sank downwards.

He silently lifted the rod and reeled in the line, catching a sizable trout.

Kirihara's eyes widened, his fluffy curly hair trembled, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, Kabaji, you're amazing!"

Others also gathered around, and everyone became interested in the lively fish in Huadi's hand.

Kabaji put the fish into the bucket, glanced at Kirihara, and simply said, "Grill it."

"Okay, okay!"

Soon, a bonfire was lit by the lake.

Kirihara and Kabaji were in charge of adding firewood, Kuwabara and Marui were in charge of killing and cleaning the fish, Niou brought salt and lemons from the kitchen, and Yagyu was in charge of skewering the fish on tree branches and putting them on the fire.

Before long, the aroma of grilled fish filled the entire backyard, attracting other dormitory residents to gather in twos and threes by the lake.

Shishido and Ootori moved a few stones to use as stools.

Liu sat by the campfire, intently studying the temperature distribution data of the flames, before finally shutting up when Renwang stuffed a fish into his hand and made him roast it.

Oshitari and Yagyu sat a little further apart, discussing the plot of the novels they had exchanged. Atobe and Sanada stood by the campfire, each holding a fish and grilling it. Although they didn't talk much, at least they weren't competing anymore.

"Alright, alright, you can eat now!" Marui held the grilled fish, took a bite eagerly, and exclaimed, "Wow! It's so delicious!"

Everyone's fish were grilled one after another, and they ate them with gusto. Although they didn't use many seasonings, the fish they caught themselves tasted especially delicious.

Wang Yueling sat by the campfire, a grilled fish in his hand, eating slowly. Looking at the group of laughing and chatting teenagers in front of him, his heart felt warm.

This is what a training camp should be like.

It's not just about tedious training and fierce competition; there's also laughter and mutual help among friends.

After finishing the grilled fish, everyone packed up their things, turned off the fire, and went back to the dormitory together.

From that day on, the students from both schools put aside their rivalry and got along better and better.

In their free time, they would climb the hill behind the manor together and stroll leisurely along the forest paths; in the evenings, they would visit each other in the dormitories, play cards, board games, and tell interesting stories, which was lively and pleasant.

The tension has subsided, replaced by the pure, lively atmosphere of youth.

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The morning of the fifth day of the training camp.

Wang Yueling got up early, washed up, and changed into a high-end black suit that was tailored to her.

The clothes were neatly tailored, which accentuated his tall and straight figure.

Her blonde hair was also neatly styled and kept in good condition.

The usual lazy and carefree boyish charm fades away, replaced by the elegant and noble demeanor of a wealthy heir.

Every gesture exudes a perfectly measured and composed aura.

After confirming every detail, he pushed open the dormitory door and went out.

The corridor was still quiet.

But it only lasted a few seconds.

Shinobu was holding a coffee cup and leaning against the window at the corner of the corridor, seemingly waiting for the sunrise.

He heard the door open and turned around, his gaze sweeping over Wang Yueling from head to toe several times. His hand holding the coffee cup remained suspended in mid-air for a long while.

Then he took two steps forward, circled around Wang Yueling, and his expression changed from surprise to astonishment.

"Ling, is your suit custom-made?"

Shinobu pushed up his glasses, a mischievous smile slowly curving his lips. "The material looks different, doesn't it?"

He turned his head and glanced towards the dormitory entrance. Just then, Atobe came out of his room. Oshitari waved to Atobe, his voice noticeably louder.

"Xiao Jing, come and see! Young Master Wangyue looks so handsome today."

Atobe had just taken a shower and was drying his half-wet hair with a towel. Hearing this, he looked up and saw Mochizuki Ryo in a black suit, and his hand paused for a second.

His icy blue eyes lingered on the other person for several seconds, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, the curve somewhere between teasing and approval.

"Oh, this is the first time I've seen you dressed so formally."

Wang Yueling hadn't had a chance to explain.

Shinobu looked at him with a "I've seen through you all along" look, a playful smile on his lips, and deliberately shouted loudly.

"Ling, you look so handsome, are you going out on a date?"

The shout wasn't loud, but it carried quite far in the quiet dormitory corridor.

Several doors opened at the same time.

Kirihara poked his head out from the next room, his spiky hair still sticking up, his eyes wide open: "Senpai, are you going on a date?!"

Jiro peeked out from behind the door next to them, his movements almost synchronized with Kirihara's. The two of them clung to the doorframe side by side, their eyes wide open.

Marui ran down the corridor, half a loaf of bread dangling from his mouth, and peeked out, asking, "Who's going on a date? Is it Ryo?"

Mukahi followed, her red-haired girl bobbing her head rapidly: "What date? Ling's going on a date? With whom? Captain Yukimura?"

Yagyu stood at his bedroom door, holding a teacup, adjusting his glasses. He didn't speak, but his ears were perked up. Niou emerged from his room, his braid twirled around his fingertip, his fox-like eyes crinkling as he looked at Mochizuki Ryou, his gaze full of cunning.

Feng followed behind Renou. Seeing so many people gathering around, he was caught up in the gossip atmosphere and whispered, "Is Mochizuki-senpai really going on a date?"

Shishido stood at the end of the corridor with his arms crossed. Kuwabara leaned out from behind him, saying nothing, but the curiosity in his eyes completely betrayed him.

Sanada, carrying his racket, happened to return from outside. Hearing the commotion, he slowed his pace. He adjusted his hat brim, deliberately trying to keep a low profile, but he was clearly waiting for an answer.

Liu was even more direct, pulling out a notebook from his pocket, pen in hand, looking like he was ready to jot down gossip at any moment.

Both school's electors had a vague idea of ​​Mochizuki Ryo's special feelings for Yukimura, and at this moment they were all waiting to see what would happen, quietly waiting for him to share the gossip.

Looking at the large crowd in front of him, Wang Yueling raised his hand to straighten his collar and then his cuffs, his expression unhurried.

"A date, huh?" He tilted his head, looked at the group of onlookers, shrugged helplessly, spread his hands slightly, and said in a deliberately aggrieved tone, "I want to go too. But the reality doesn't allow it."

He turned his gaze to Atobe, raising his chin slightly: "Keigo, others may not know, but don't you? Today, our two medical service platforms are having a meeting."

Atobe crossed his arms and nodded: "Ah, of course I know. People from the Taneshima Foundation and the Tennis Association are all here today."

"So," Mochizuki Ryou weighed the briefcase in her hand, spread her arms wide, and said with a hint of resentment in her tone, pouting at Atobe, "it's not a date, it's a meeting."

Atobe couldn't help but chuckle at his appearance.

Kirihara still looked bewildered: "Do I have to dress this nicely for meetings?"

"piyo~ Akaya, you just don't understand."

Renwang patted his head, his tone lazy but with a knowing smirk, "For business negotiations with large conglomerates, suits are standard attire. But Ling is dressed so meticulously... probably to make a good impression on someone."

When he said this, he didn't look at Kirihara at all; he was looking at Mochizuki Ryo.