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

Chapter 73 Playing ball with trash makes me feel inferior.

Wang Yueling's lips twitched as she listened to this outrageous rumor.

Before Kirihara could finish, he added, "Some people also say you have a black cat that sometimes transforms into a human and helps you keep watch on other schools. If it catches someone saying bad things about you, that person will inexplicably get diarrhea the next day."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Ri's face turned pale.

He quietly tugged at Shinobu's sleeve and whispered in his ear, "I really did have diarrhea all day last week."

Shinobu pushed up his glasses expressionlessly: "That's because you ate three boxes of ice cream the day before."

"But what about that black cat Kirihara mentioned..."

"Ling doesn't own a cat."

How did you know?

"Because if he really does keep a civet cat," Shinobu said in a low voice, "the first thing that cat would target wouldn't be people from other schools, it would be us."

"That seems so, then I definitely wouldn't be alive now."

Xiang Ri thought about the things he usually said to Wang Yueling and realized that this made sense, so he felt relieved.

Kirihara scratched his head, his expression shifting from excitement to confusion. He glanced at his Rikkai teammates around him, then looked down at his hands.

"But we didn't eat anything."

He looked up at Wang Yueling, his eyes so innocent they didn't seem like he was joking. "Senior, if you didn't force-feed us any drugs, then why did we all stand up straight as soon as you said to assemble? Even I only realized I was standing there after I was already in position."

Upon hearing Kirihara's question...

The ordinary members of Rikkai University looked at each other in bewilderment.

They then realized, "Oh right, why did they listen to the Hyotei coach?" But for a moment just now, no one thought anything was wrong.

When Mochizuki Ryou said "Gather," their bodies obeyed automatically.

Looking back now, it does feel quite strange.

Marui muttered to himself in the group, "Could it be that Ling's nickname 'Demon King' really isn't just a joke?"

Kuwabara nodded.

Liu tapped lightly on the cover of his notebook. He knew this was possible from the data he had collected; the line he had written in the notebook before was still there: "The probability that this person's speech has a hypnotic effect is 92.7%."

After experiencing it firsthand, this figure can probably be adjusted upwards by another five points.

Wang Yueling: "..."

He glanced at Kirihara speechlessly, his azure eyes filled with helplessness.

When Kirihara was swept over by that glance, it was as if he had been doused with cold water. He shuddered, immediately shut his mouth, stood obediently, and dared not say another word.

Wang Yueling ignored his whimsical ideas and took two steps forward, standing at the very front of the line.

The estate staff stood behind him. Security personnel, dressed in uniform black uniforms, and service staff, in dark gray overalls, waited at the entrance to the dormitory area.

The old butler, dressed in a sharp black tailcoat, with his silver-white hair neatly combed, stood half a step behind Wang Yueling, his back ramrod straight.

"There are a few things to clarify before training begins."

Wang Yueling spoke, and although he didn't deliberately raise his voice, everyone in the courtyard could hear him clearly.

"First of all, welcome everyone to this training camp."

"This was decided upon by Rikkai's Department Head Seiichi Okimura, Department Head Keigo Atobe, Coach Taro Sakaki, and myself."

"Starting today, I will be the head coach for the next week's training camp."

"As for Vice-Captain Sanada..."

He glanced at Sanada.

Sanada's hat brim trembled slightly.

His opinion is unimportant.

The air was silent for half a second.

Niou let out a soft "Piyo" from the ranks, a smirk playing on his lips. Kirihara almost burst out laughing, but Sanada glared at him, silencing him.

Sanada's face turned ashen for a moment, but he quickly regained his usual serious expression. It wasn't that he didn't want to say anything, but rather that he didn't know what to say. Yukimura had indeed told him beforehand that Mochizuki Ryo would be fully responsible for the training arrangements during the training camp.

He agreed at the time.

I'm starting to regret it now.

Ryo Mochizuki continued, her tone flat: "Coach Sakaki could have come, but he's been very busy lately and hasn't had time to deal with you."

When the students of Rikkai University heard that Yukimura had personally made the decision, their doubts instantly vanished. They would obey their minister's decision unconditionally.

It's only a week anyway.

……

Wang Yueling's gaze swept over the Rikkai University line, and she took her hands out of her pockets, interlacing her fingers in front of her body. Her posture was elegant and proper, but the words she spoke were completely unrelated to elegance.

"So this week, I'm in charge. Anyone with objections can raise them now."

He paused for a moment.

Then the corners of his lips curved up in a way that made you want to punch him.

"But even if you bring it up, I won't listen."

The entire room fell silent.

The Hyotei students remained expressionless, their hearts unmoved; they were used to it. The Rikkai students exchanged bewildered glances; several third-year students opened and closed their mouths, not because they didn't want to speak, but because they inexplicably couldn't bring themselves to say it.

Wang Yueling nodded in satisfaction at their reactions. He put his hands back in his pockets and adopted a more relaxed stance.

"Since I'm the head coach, everything has to be done my way. I'm sure everyone has heard some of the rumors about me."

His tone gradually turned sarcastic, the smirk on his lips making everyone grit their teeth. He swept his gaze over the crowd, "What bloodbath at Hyotei? What hellish demon king? What smashing an asteroid with a tennis ball...?"

He stopped and glanced at the Rikkai University team.

"Some of it is true."

He took another step forward.

"Some aspects are not comprehensive enough."

"Some of them I don't know how they got around, like the black cat and candle that Kirihara mentioned earlier."

He glanced at Kirihara, who shrank back. "That's pure fabrication. I don't know any spells, and I don't have a cat at home."

He took two steps forward and stopped diagonally in front of Sanada.

"Over the next week, I will give everyone a more comprehensive, in-depth, and firsthand understanding of me."

He said this with a chilling smile on his face.

The members of Hyotei shivered collectively.

Shishido's lips tightened, Mukahi shrugged, and Shinobu subconsciously pushed up his glasses, the reflection from the lenses obscuring his expression.

They had personally experienced Mochizuki Ryo's grueling training and scathing verbal attacks, completely overwhelming him from skill to mentality.

A month has passed, and the psychological trauma has not completely dissipated.

The people from Rikkai University hadn't experienced it, but they felt his tone was arrogant and secretly resentful.

A subtle commotion arose within the group.

Someone muttered under their breath, "Is it really that exaggerated?" while someone else swallowed hard.

Marui chewed gum, looking quite relaxed. Sanada and Yanagi both had calm expressions, revealing nothing of their thoughts.

Yagyu adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice to Niou beside him, saying, "He's much more polite than the rumors say."

Niou chuckled softly, his voice barely audible to Yagyu: "Just wait and see. I've talked to him many times; when this guy gets sarcastic, he can make Sanada roll his eyes in anger."

"Sanada never rolls his eyes."

"That's because he hadn't met Ling before."

Kirihara had completely forgotten about his earlier questioning of the wizard, and he had also forgotten the terrifying look he had just received. Now, he only wanted to know the answer to one question.

"Senior, could you tell me why I automatically stand at attention when you speak?"

"Because your body is smarter than your brain," Mochizuki Ryou replied without turning her head.

Kirihara thought about it for a moment, feeling that the words sounded like a compliment, yet also like an insult. He scratched his head and decided to stop thinking about it.

Wang Yueling ignored everyone's thoughts and raised her hand to signal the old steward.

"This is Butler Yuanye, the head steward of the manor. You can talk to him if you have any questions. You can also talk to me, but I probably won't get involved."

The butler took half a step forward and bowed slightly. His silver-white hair gleamed softly in the sunlight, his posture upright but not stiff, and his voice was gentle and clear when he spoke:

"Your luggage has been delivered to your respective rooms according to the lottery. The dormitories are in the buildings on the east side. The keys are in the lobby, and you can pick them up yourself. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

After speaking, he bowed slightly and returned to his original position.

"The daily training plan will be discussed and adjusted jointly by the two department heads and me," Mochizuki Ryo continued. "For the next week, Hyotei and Rikkai will train together, with the exact same training menu, without exception."

He raised his hand and pointed at Sanada and Atobe.

"Atobe is in charge of discipline and attendance at Hyotei University. Sanada is in charge of Rikkai University. If it's someone from Rikkai, Sanada, you can punish them however you want, don't ask me. Similarly, for people from Hyotei, Atobe, you're in charge."

Atobe nodded in agreement: "Ah, I have no objection."

Sanada and Yanagi had no objections.

Wang Yueling suddenly stopped, took out a yellow tennis ball from her pocket, twirled it between her fingers, and then bounced it in her palm.

"My habits have always been simple." He smiled knowingly, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Let the tennis ball do the talking."

"Since we're going to train, it's important to figure out your current skill level first. Enough talk, let's have a match."

The Rikkai students were taken aback, clearly not expecting him to be so direct.

Niou raised an eyebrow with interest: "Let's start fighting right away? Puri~ How refreshing."

Liu Sheng said calmly, "That does fit his rumored style."

Wang Yueling raised his chin at the butler in the wilderness.

The butler understood and brought out a lottery bucket from the side. The bucket was filled with round balls about the size of billiard balls, half blue and half pink.

"Draw lots. Blue balls for singles, pink balls for doubles."

"Everyone from both schools is scattered. First-year, second-year, and third-year students are all mixed together for random selection. No matter who you draw, if you draw a first-year student, you'll be playing with them; if you draw someone from the opposing school, you'll be their temporary partner. There are no grade restrictions, no school restrictions."

Upon hearing this, there was finally a noticeable reaction from the Rikkai University team.

Someone muttered, "This is acceptable?", someone frowned, and someone turned to look at Sanada's expression.

Sanada's brow was furrowed tightly.

"Wang Yueling," he spoke, his voice deep, "This will result in upperclassmen and lowerclassmen forming temporary pairs. How can we guarantee the quality of the matches? Furthermore, with players from two different schools mixed together, who have never played together before, how can they compete in doubles?"

"Yeah, that's right." Wang Yueling smiled at him, tossing the tennis ball into the air and catching it. "It's all about catching people off guard. Who told you that you always have to play with someone you know? Who told you that your opponents are all familiar faces?"

He shrugged, looking completely nonchalant.

"There are no taken-for-granted rules on the tennis court."

"If you can't coordinate with strangers, then learn. If your partner can't keep up with your rhythm, then you coordinate with him. What's wrong with upperclassmen mentoring lowerclassmen? You're a third-year student, and your partner can carry a lighter load than you, so you should take on a little more."

He put the tennis ball back in his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, and adopted a lazy posture.

"That's what a team is all about."

"Besides, playing with fixed partners gets boring; only random pairings can truly reveal your abilities."

He spoke casually, yet every word hit the nail on the head. The Rikkai students were rendered speechless, not because they were convinced, but because they didn't know where to begin refuting him.

Because this logic sounds nonsensical, but upon closer inspection, it does seem to make sense.

The members of Hyotei were already used to his bizarre and sophistical arguments, so they stood quietly, not daring to express any opinion.

At this moment, the ordinary members of Rikkai University pushed and shoved each other from behind, eventually pushing out a first-year member, Urayama Shiita, whose face had two red blushes.

The young boy mustered his courage, stepped forward, and asked loudly, "Coach Mochizuki! Since you're the head coach, you must have enough ability to guide us. We want to know... just how strong are you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Wang Yueling.

The students from Rikkai University had long heard of his feat of fighting 1v200 without losing a single point, and they were incredibly curious, eager to witness his strength firsthand.

Mochizuki Ryo stopped juggling the ball and looked at the little boy who resembled a Chinese New Year painting doll. Then he slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over Rikkai's team before settling on Hyotei's side.

The people from Hyotei collectively avoided his gaze.

Oshitari looked down at his racket, as if the strings in his hand had suddenly become something very interesting to study. Mukahi began to study the clouds in the sky. Shishido turned his head away abruptly, using his long hair to cover his face. Even Atobe coughed lightly and shifted his gaze to the side.

"Pfft." Jiro, hiding behind Mukahi, whispered, "They're finished."

The Demon King is about to unleash his sharp tongue.

Wang Yueling withdrew her gaze and looked back at the young boy, a smile curving her lips in a way that sent chills down one's spine.

"sure."

He juggled the tennis ball in his hand again.

"but……"

He took half a step forward, his voice not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"I don't fight with trash."

The entire courtyard fell silent.

The expressions on the faces of the Rikkai students shifted from surprise to disbelief, then to anger. Sanada's lips were pressed into a thin line. Yanagi, whose eyes had been half-closed, opened them completely, his brown pupils fixed on Mochizuki Ryo.

Wang Yueling didn't give them time to get angry.

"What I mean is..."

He spoke so casually, as if the word "trash" had just slipped out unintentionally. He tossed the tennis ball into the air, and it fell into the draw box next to him.

"Some people, even when more than two hundred people attacked together, couldn't get a single point from me. After practicing for so long, I wonder if they've improved at all."

The faces of the Hyotei members turned bright red, but they didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal, and they lowered their heads even further.

Although these words are harsh, they are true.

Mochizuki Ryo withdrew his gaze and looked at the Rikkai students, his tone still arrogant and irritating.

"The same goes for you," he said calmly. "In this competition, the winners will be determined in both singles and doubles. The winners can nominate a player to challenge me."

"If your skill level is decent, I'll join you guys for a game. If you're too bad..."

He smiled and continued.

"I think it's beneath me."

boom!!!

These words were like a bomb, instantly detonating the entire room.

Everyone at Rikkai University, from Sanada and Yanagi to ordinary club members, was enraged, their tempers rising rapidly.

They are Rikkai University, the champions of the Kanto region for fifteen consecutive years and the national championship for two consecutive years. When did they become so contemptuous as trash?

Kirihara's hair was practically standing on end. He clenched his fists, his cheeks puffed out, and he looked like a sea urchin about to explode.

"Senior! Who are you calling trash?!"

"Oh? Did I mention someone?" Wang Yueling tilted her head to look at him. "Are you feeling guilty?"

"I have nothing to hide!"

"That means you're admitting I'm right."

Kirihara opened his mouth, his face turning red, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time. In the end, he could only stomp his foot in frustration.

Sanada took a step forward.

He stood before Wang Yueling, his height inferior, but his aura was no less imposing. He removed his hat, revealing his rugged face, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as muffled thunder.

"Wang Yueling. I will challenge you after this match is over."

Wang Yueling looked at him and stopped smiling.

I wasn't scared, I was serious.

"OK."

Sanada nodded, put his hat back on, and patted the brim.

Liu Lianji stood in the line, wrote a few words on a piece of paper, and then closed his notebook. He didn't say he wanted to challenge anyone, but his eyes said it all.

Niou fiddled with his little braid, the corners of his mouth curving into a deeper smile than usual.

Marui blew a bubble, which popped with a "pop," and chewed his gum while keeping his eyes fixed on Mochizuki Ryo.

"interesting."

Kuwabara nodded silently beside him.

The ordinary members of Rikkai University were also affected by this emotion, and their eyes changed. The pride that had just been shattered by that "trash" call turned into something even hotter, stuck in their chests, burning them.

Meanwhile, Hyotei...

It was as quiet as a graveyard.

Mukahi shrank his neck, his lips moving slightly: "We should be glad that it's Rikkai University that's challenging us today."

Shinobu pushed up his glasses: "What's there to be thankful for? His 'trash' comment just now swept us all under the bus."

"He did it on purpose."

"Of course he did it on purpose."

"So what do we do?"

"I'll carry it." Shinobu pushed his glasses up a bit. "Anyway, this week has only just begun."

The members of Hyotei silently mourned for Rikkai.

Too young, still too young.

They were once just as full of youthful vigor, only to be utterly humiliated and question their very existence. This demon king's sharp tongue and power are simply beyond the reach of any normal person.

Looking at the excited crowd, Wang Yueling was not angry at all. Instead, she laughed even more happily, her chuunibyou spirit burning brightly.

"Now that we've said the unpleasant things, let's talk about something nice."

He clapped his hands, his tone light and cheerful, "Since everyone is so motivated, wouldn't it be even more interesting to add a prize?"

Everyone was taken aback, wondering what trick he was up to this time.