hotmtlnovel Chapter 140 Let Seishi, You No Longer Have Regrets
Chapter 140 Let Seishi, You No Longer Have Regrets
Upon hearing Liu's words, Mochizuki Ryo looked at Yukimura with some surprise, her face changing rapidly, "Seiichi, you're amazing! I only hit that ball once, and you figured out the principle behind it..."
After that, everyone at Rikkai listened speechlessly as Mochizuki Ryo praised Yukimura from head to toe, down to the last hair, until Yukimura was embarrassed and glared at him.
It only returned to normal after that.
While Kirihara wasn't looking, Marui took back a bag of potato chips that had been given away and ate them with Kuwahara next to him while complaining, "Ryouma is too much. We have to catch a cat to find out what's going on, but the club president doesn't give us any conditions, and he even gives us compliments."
"He really has no principles at all."
Kuwahara swallowed the potato chip in his mouth and lowered his voice to reply, "That's right, Ling always treats us and the minister differently. But next time we want to get information out of him, we should learn from Liu and use the minister as a hook. It'll be a sure thing."
Marui stuffed a big mouthful of potato chips into his mouth and mumbled, "That makes sense. I'll do that next time."
Sanada stood next to Liu, his dark eyes beneath the brim of his hat fixed on Mochizuki Ryo, who had returned to normal, and asked earnestly, "With this serve, can you control the landing point?"
"Yes, it is." Wang Yueling stopped grinning, cleared her throat, and looked at them. "But the accuracy isn't as high as a regular serve. You can only control the general direction."
"Just like Seiichi said, that ball was hit using a special angle and spin, plus perfectly timed lighting. The choice of direction and landing point is actually limited."
Sanada remained silent, clutching the brim of his hat. Liu Ze frantically jotted down notes in his notebook, then remarked, "Even if the landing point is limited, as long as no one knows where it will land, this move is unsolvable."
Yukimura listened to what Yanagi said, looked at Mochizuki Ryo, and said with a serious look in his purple-blue eyes, "Your serve was indeed impressive."
Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow.
"Just impressive?"
"Impressive." Yukimura's voice was calm, but a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. "Is that enough?"
Wang Yueling smiled, leaned closer to him, and lowered her voice, "I'll secretly teach you later. You're so smart, you'll definitely understand right away. Then you'll be able to find where I land."
Yukimura glanced at him, then casually picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
They didn't even notice that the teacup was empty.
Marui looked at the two of them, chewed the last bite of potato chip and swallowed it, then gave a meaningful "Oh".
Niou was still clinging to Yagyu, his fox-like eyes full of mischief. "Puri~ Some people are whispering again."
Yagyu felt the warm breath of a fox speaking on his neck, his body stiffened for a moment, and he raised his hand to pull him off. "Masaharu, aren't you hot clinging to me like this?"
"Ah, I don't want to get down."
Niou clung even tighter, using both hands and feet, refusing to let go no matter what. "Hiro~ You feel so cool and comfortable against me, can I lean on you a little longer? Otherwise, I'm really going to melt from the heat. Please, partner~"
Looking at the little silver braid that had swayed down to his chest and the unrestrained fox legs around his waist, Liu Sheng withdrew his hand even though he knew it was someone's shameless trick.
Forget it...
"Seriously, Akaya's demonization has really improved a lot!" Kuwabara scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. "He used to go berserk when he turned demonic, but now he can actually stay calm."
Liu was compiling data when he heard this, and nodded with a proud expression on his face.
"After returning from the training camp, Akaya came to me every day to analyze the data on his demonization. Together, we developed a detailed training plan, which included breathing exercises, emotional control training, and physical training. He trained until very late every day and was extremely hardworking."
He paused, then tapped the paper with the tip of his pen.
"In this version, his blood pressure will be within the normal range, and his speed and strength will be improved, but he won't overexert himself. He can only use it once per match, and the duration will not exceed fifteen minutes."
Kuwabara stood to the side, smiling, "Anyway, Akaya was really great today."
Yagyu freed one hand to adjust his slipping glasses. "Indeed. Although the score is 6-0, the game has improved a lot since the training camp."
Yukimura looked at Kirihara with tenderness in his eyes.
"Akaya, you've worked hard these past few days."
As Kirihara listened to his seniors' praise, his face grew increasingly red, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards. "It's nothing! The Kanto Tournament is about to begin, what's a little hardship!"
Standing next to Yukimura, Mochizuki Ryo watched the noisy group of boys. Sunlight shone on his blond hair, and his azure eyes shone with a gentle light.
"Speaking of the Kanto Tournament," his voice was clear, silencing everyone, "it starts the day after tomorrow."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, and continued, "The entire Hyotei team entered closed-door intensive training immediately after the training camp ended. They train for twelve hours every day. Atobe, that guy, brought in every professional coach he could find."
"You're training today too."
He looked at Sanada, tilted his head, and a provocative smile appeared on his lips.
"So, if you guys don't work hard, the dream of a sixteen-year Kanto championship is just empty talk. If you can't even win the Kanto championship, let alone a three-peat, that would be really funny."
Marui was about to steal another bag of potato chips from Kirihara's arms when he heard this. He turned to look at Mochizuki Ryo and said, "Are you provoking me?"
"It's not a provocation."
Mochizuki Ryo stared directly at Yukimura, slightly raising her chin, her eyes gleaming with confidence. "It's a preview. Our Hyotei is absolutely confident of winning this year's Kanto Championship."
The students from Rikkai University put away their smiles and their expressions became serious.
Sanada clenched his fists and straightened his back even more.
"Rikkai will absolutely not lose!"
"The vice-captain is right!" Kirihara immediately echoed loudly, "We'll definitely win this championship!"
Niou lifted his head from Yagyu's shoulder, his carefree smile vanishing, his eyes sharpening. "Puri~ Coach Ling, are you here to issue a challenge?"
Yagyu gracefully rested one hand on his glasses, his tone firm, "Hyotei is indeed very strong this year, but Rikkai won't stand still."
Liu closed his notebook and nodded. "According to the statistics, Hyotei's overall strength this year is indeed much stronger than last year. But Rikkai's winning percentage is still..."
He paused, then closed the notebook.
"Forget it, the statistics aren't important. What's important is the match the day after tomorrow."
Marui also stopped stealing snacks, his purple eyes fixed on Mochizuki Ryo. "Just you wait! Sixteen consecutive Kanto championships, three consecutive national championships—all from Rikkai! This genius will never lose!"
Kuwabara touched his bald head.
"No matter what, we won't let the Kanto championship slip through our fingers."
Kirihara sat up from his chair, still panting, but his eyes lit up. "Senpai! We'll definitely defeat Hyotei in the Kanto Tournament!"
Wang Yueling glanced at him and laughed out loud, "You should practice your backhand first."
Yukimura listened to his teammates chatting away, a smile playing on his lips. He turned to look at Mochizuki Ryo, his violet-blue eyes gleaming with confident brilliance.
"Ling." His voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable firmness. "I'll say it again. We'll be waiting for Hyotei in the finals of the Kanto Tournament."
He paused, then a smile appeared on his lips, radiating the unique confidence of a "son of God."
"Only by going through the selection process and entering the finals can the true competition between the strongest begin."
Mochizuki Ryou looked at him, a bright smile spreading across her lips, her azure eyes reflecting Yukimura's image.
Then he reached out his hand.
"Okay. See you in the finals then."
Yukimura took his hand, and the two looked at each other.
The people around fell silent.
Niou was still clinging to Yagyu, playfully brushing his partner's earlobe with his braid, his fox-like eyes filled with a meaningful smile.
"Puri~ This scene is kind of touching."
Marui chewed his gum and nodded.
"really."
As Liu Sheng reached out and grabbed one of the foxes' braids, he continued their discussion, saying, "It's like a conversation between two kings."
Kuwahara listened with a puzzled expression.
"Then what are we?"
Liu carefully put away his notebook. "We're their teammates."
Kirihara stood up from the chair, his legs still trembling, but he straightened his chest and declared, "I will become a king someday!"
Niou, having been caught red-handed, quieted down, glanced at Kirihara, and teased, "Don't be in such a hurry to become the king. First, make your legs, which are shaking like noodles, stop."
Kirihara's face turned bright red.
"I will!"
Everyone laughed.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Yukimura stood next to Mochizuki Ryo, glancing at him sideways. "What you just said... you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Mochizuki Ryo raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"
"It's that line, 'We at Hyotei are absolutely confident of winning the Kanto Championship.'" Yukimura's voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it. "You're trying to provoke them."
Wang Yueling smiled and did not deny it.
"You saw right through me again."
"I just saw that they were getting a little complacent, and I wanted to give them a push."
Yukimura looked at him, his violet-blue eyes filled with an indescribable emotion. "Then give me a push too."
Wang Yueling was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing her right little tiger tooth.
"You don't need me to push you. You're already walking very steadily."
Yukimura's ears turned red, and he turned his face away without saying a word.
Wang Yueling stood beside him and looked up at the sky.
The sun is shining brightly today, the sky is blue, cicadas are chirping, leaves are rustling, and the feeling of summer is strong.
He took a deep breath, then exhaled, and softly said to Yukimura:
"I want you all to be satisfied with what you do in tennis. It's not about winning championships, but about ensuring that no one has any regrets."
He smiled slightly.
Let... Seishi, you will have no more regrets.