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

Chapter 118 Full Moon, Let's all go night climbing!

After Atobe steadied himself, he lifted his feet out of the soba bowl, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He forcefully suppressed most of his surging anger.

He raised his voice towards the restaurant entrance, his tone still carrying his usual composure and self-control.

"The Butler of the Wilderness"

Upon hearing the voice, the butler immediately strode into the dining room, bowing slightly respectfully, "Young Master Atobe."

"Please have someone clean this up." Atobe's gaze swept over the scattered plates and the filthy crowd, his brows furrowing slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.

"Yes."

The butler nodded in agreement and turned to arrange for the servants to come in and tidy up.

As the farce subsided slightly, Atobe turned his gaze and fixed it directly on Mochizuki Ryo, who was not far away.

At this moment, Mochizuki Ryou had already slipped behind Yukimura, her bright blue eyes blinking, filled with pure innocence, clearly showing that she was not involved.

"It's none of my business."

Atobe looked at him, his voice icy and filled with murderous intent.

"I'm not going to argue with you today."

"real?"

"Fake."

Upon hearing this, Mochizuki Ryo immediately wilted, shrank back, and hid behind Yukimura, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, not daring to make eye contact with Atobe at all.

Yukimura shook his head helplessly, gently patted Mochizuki Ryo's arm with his fingertips, his tone gentle and with a hint of conciliatory intent.

"Alright, stop fooling around. If you keep this up, dinner will get cold."

Mochizuki Ryo slowly moved out from behind Yukimura, secretly glancing at Atobe's tense face and then at the mess on the ground.

I know I'll really get beaten up if I keep being naughty.

He had no choice but to obediently sit back down next to Yukimura and suppress his mischievous thoughts.

On the other side, Sanada, with a dark expression, bent down and picked up the baseball cap covered in oil stains, cream, and cake crumbs from Marui's cake plate.

The sticky sensation on his fingertips made him furrow his brows tightly.

His eyebrows and eyes, which were usually covered by the brim of his hat, were now fully exposed.

He's lost some of his usual stern and sharp demeanor, instead revealing a youthful awkwardness and embarrassment, making him look strangely less imposing.

Renji leaned leisurely against the dining table, a playful glint in his eyes behind his glasses, and whispered something to Yanagi, who had somehow appeared beside him.

"Sanada looks quite approachable without his hat."

As one of the only two survivors, Liu nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Sanada, a faint smile hidden in his eyes.

"Genichiro, you're usually too tense, but this has made you a bit more lively."

Marui slumped on the table, staring at the corpse of his little cake that had been affected and was now completely inedible.

Her lips drooped in a pitiful manner, as if she wanted to cry but couldn't.

Kuwahara stood beside him, looking at his partner's listless appearance and feeling somewhat helpless, so he could only speak gently to comfort him.

"Don't be sad, Bunta. I'll go to the kitchen and ask the head chef if they have any freshly made cakes left."

Marui immediately raised his head, his eyes lighting up again, and stared expectantly at Kuwabara, "Really?"

"real."

Marui immediately stood up. "I want strawberry."

Kuwahara nodded honestly and agreed in a soft voice.

"...Okay. I'll bring it to you right away if it's available."

Order gradually returned to the restaurant.

The housekeeper and servants cleaned up the broken bowls and soup spilled on the floor and replaced the tablecloth. The people who had been splashed with soup went to their dormitories to tidy their clothes and then returned to their seats.

Kirihara, wearing a bow and carrying a plate of freshly grilled meat, carefully walked around the still-being-wiped floor and saw Sanada, who had changed clothes but wasn't wearing a hat. He asked in a low voice.

"Vice Minister, are you alright?"

Sanada subconsciously raised his hand to press down on the brim of his hat, but missed. He glared fiercely at Mochizuki Ryo, who was sitting next to Yukimura, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"fine."

Wang Yueling met his gaze and shrugged innocently.

To clean up the mess his young master had made, the butler quickly brought over a new hat and handed it to Sanada.

The color is navy blue, and the style is similar to the previous one, but I've never worn it before.

"Sanada-kun, this is a spare."

"Thank you." Sanada took the hat, put it on his head, and pulled the brim down so that it covered most of his face.

Niou peeked over from the side, stared at the new hat, and said, "Puri~ You got a new hat? This color looks much better than the previous black one."

Sanada glared at him.

Niou wisely shut up, but the smile on his lips didn't fade at all.

After this commotion, the atmosphere in the restaurant became even more lively.

Mukahi and Jiro huddled together, still whispering about the farce of the hats flying around, occasionally covering their mouths to stifle their laughter, afraid that Atobe and Sanada would hear them.

Kirihara ran back to Kabaji with the grilled meat and put several pieces on his plate. Kabaji looked down at the grilled meat on the plate, then at Kirihara, nodded, and picked up his fork to eat.

Marui and Kuwabara sat in the corner.

Marui shared half of the new cake on his plate with Kuwabara, who smiled sheepishly and accepted the cake.

Niou and Yagyu sat facing each other. Niou was telling Yagyu a joke, and Yagyu pushed up his glasses with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

Atobe leaned back in his chair, watching the lively scene in the restaurant. The curve of his lips was faint, but his eyes were gentle.

Mochizuki Ryo peeked out from next to Yukimura and put another piece of fish into his bowl.

Eat more.

Yukimura glanced at him, said nothing, and picked up a piece of fish to eat.

The moon has risen outside the window, and its bright light shines on the lake, creating shimmering ripples.

The restaurant was warmly lit and brightly lit, and the laughter and chatter of the teenagers created a lively atmosphere.

Wang Yueling sat next to Yukimura, watching him eat fish, a smile playing on her lips.

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The dormitory lobby had been decorated in advance by Wang Yueling, with warm yellow pendant lights casting a soft glow.

Several soft sofas were placed against the wall, and freshly cut fruit and various snacks were laid out on the coffee table in the middle. In the corner was a huge game console with a stack of game discs next to it.

The boys dispersed in twos and threes, each finding a group of like-minded friends to hang out with.

As soon as Niou sat down on the sofa, Jiro came over with a cushion in his arms, nodding his head, clearly sleepy again.

Mukahi followed behind him, holding a carton of strawberry milk and slurping it loudly. Marui, on the other hand, slumped onto the single sofa next to him, chewing on a piece of chocolate.

"I finally made it through a week of intensive training, and tonight I can finally relax."

Renwang leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, his braid casually draped over his shoulder, his fingertips twirling the ends of his hair, his eyes filled with a gossipy slyness.

"How about we chat about the latest gossip from the tennis clubs at various schools?"

After Marui finished the chocolate, he picked up a bag of potato chips and nodded in agreement as he ate.

"I like this! I heard that the genius first-year student at Seigaku has particularly tricky shots, and he can even use a two-handed attack."

"Isn't that Ryoma Echizen? Didn't he compete against you for the championship when we participated in the competitive eating contest?"

Xiang Ri put down the milk, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and started chatting with great interest, "I saw the tennis magazine of the Du tournament from Ling. It had a full-page report on him. He is said to be a tennis prodigy who returned from the United States."

"But speaking of which, isn't Seigaku's tennis club so traditional that first-year students can only pick up balls? Didn't Tezuka and Fuji and the others pick up balls for a year before making it onto the regular team in their second year?"

"Just how talented is Ryoma Echizen to break this tradition?"

"You'll know when you run into them at the Kanto Tournament."

Cilang was curled up in the corner of the sofa, his eyelids drooping. But when he heard the gossip, he perked up and clung to the edge of the sofa to get closer.

"Not only the tennis club, but the fan club rankings from each school are also really interesting. We should have a good chat about them."

The four of them huddled together and started chatting, occasionally whispering jokes and covering their mouths to stifle laughter.

Lively conversations filled a corner of the hall.

On the other side, a crowd had already gathered in front of the game console.

Kirihara gripped the game controller, his fingers flying across the keys as the characters on the screen engaged in fierce combat. Kabaji stood beside him, also holding a controller, his movements slower but precise.

Hiyoshi stood to the side with his arms crossed, staring sharply at the screen, occasionally offering a comment.

"You should have used a roundhouse kick here," Hiyoshi pointed at the screen. "Your opening was too big."

Without turning his head, Kirihara shouted, "I know, I know! Kabaji, stop playing defense all the time! Attack! Attack!"

Kabaji obediently replied, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the character controlled by Kabaji on the screen suddenly dashed forward and punched Kirihara's character, sending him flying.

"KO!"

A large "Victory" message popped up on the screen.

Kirihara let out a wail and slumped into his chair. "I lost again! Kabaji, how are you so good?!"

Kabaji scratched his head. "It was Akaya who told me to attack."

Hiyoshi's lips curled slightly upward. "Overthrowing your superior, it seems your skills still need improvement."

Kirihara snorted defiantly, "One more round! I'm sure I'll beat you this time!"

Feng stood leisurely to the side, watching the battle and occasionally offering a word of advice to the two of them, quiet and gentle.

The remaining Shishido leaned against the window alone, quietly enjoying the evening breeze and the night view of the courtyard outside. She didn't gossip or play games, but quietly enjoyed her leisure time alone.

A rosewood tea table sat by the window, where Wang Yueling was slowly brewing black tea. The water in the purple clay teapot bubbled and steamed, and a delicate aroma of tea filled the air.

Yukimura sat next to him, still draped in the lavender-scented cashmere blanket, holding a glass of warm water, quietly watching Mochizuki Ryo's movements.

Atobe and Sanada sat opposite each other.

Atobe took the tea that Mochizuki Ryo had brewed, gently swirling the cup, a hint of languor in his icy blue eyes. Sanada sat upright, his back straight, a cup of hot tea also placed in front of him.

Liu Sheng and Liu sat on the chairs next to each other, with Liu Sheng holding a book on chess and reading it.

Liu stood by the window, holding a notebook in her hand, her eyes half-closed, seemingly writing something.

"The black tea is quite good today." Atobe took a sip, put down his teacup, and glanced at Mochizuki Ryo. "It's Darjeeling autumn harvest, isn't it?"

Wang Yueling lifted the purple clay teapot and poured herself a cup, feeling the heat of the teacup, and nodded.

"Hmm, Keigo, you've already figured it out so quickly."

Sanada also picked up his teacup and took a sip, without saying a word.

Yagyu turned a page of his book without looking up. "Darjeeling autumn-harvested fruit is more astringent than spring-harvested, but the aftertaste is longer. Atobe-kun prefers autumn-harvested fruit?"

Atobe nodded. "Harutsui is too delicate; she doesn't have enough presence."

The six people sat around the tea table, the aroma of tea wafting through the air. No one spoke loudly, only occasionally exchanging a few quiet words, creating a tranquil and relaxed atmosphere.

"Speaking of which, today is a full moon."

Renji strolled over with a drink in hand, opened the window, looked at the bright moon in the sky, glanced at the lively groups of people in the hall, and then looked at the people in the tea break area before making a suggestion.

"The weather's so nice, why don't we go for a night hike? There's a viewing pavilion at the top that offers a panoramic view of Karuizawa at night."

Atobe raised his chin, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Hmm~ That's quite a fancy suggestion. Enjoying the moon in the mountains and overlooking the night view is rather elegant."

Sanada nodded slightly, his expression serious.

"Hiking can not only exercise your muscles and bones, but also allow you to calm your mind and reflect on the week's training gains under the moonlight."

Liu Sheng put down the book in his hand, spoke softly, his tone gentle yet professional.

"Yukimura is still in the recovery and recuperation stage. The back mountain doesn't look high, but it takes a long time to hike up the whole way. The mountain path is uneven and requires a lot of exercise. If you climb the mountain rashly, it can easily affect your subsequent recovery progress."

Everyone looked at Yukimura, their eyes filled with concern.

Shinobu glanced at Yukimura, then at the expressions on the faces of the Rikkai students, and suddenly realized that his suggestion wasn't so perfect.

I got carried away and completely forgot about it.

"I didn't think it through. How about we change the activity? Instead of hiking in the back mountain, we can take a walk by the lake to enjoy the moon. The lake reflects the full moon, and the scenery is exceptionally beautiful."

As Yukimura gazed at the large, round full moon outside the window, a hint of longing flashed in his eyes.

The fingers gripping the water glass tightened.

He had been in the hospital for almost eight months, spending his days getting injections, taking medicine, and doing rehabilitation exercises. He was so bored.

He had finally managed to get out today, and seeing so many familiar faces and feeling such a lively atmosphere, he really wanted to stay a little longer and see more of the world outside.

He had heard Liu and Liu Sheng describe the night view of the hill behind the manor many times.

When the weather is fine, the moon shines especially brightly on the mountaintop, and you can see all the lights of Qingjingze, like stars scattered on the ground.

He really wanted to go and see it.

But he also knew that Liu Sheng was right. His body had not fully recovered, and prolonged strenuous exercise would indeed slow down the recovery process.

Yukimura lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyelids.

He subconsciously reached out and tugged at Wang Yueling's sleeve.

Just as Mochizuki Ryo poured the brewed tea into his teacup, he felt his sleeve being tugged. He turned around and met Yukimura's expectant purple-blue eyes.

Those eyes were wet, like a kitten that wanted to go out and play but was afraid of being rejected by its owner.

Wang Yueling's heart softened instantly.

He sighed inwardly. Sure enough, he could never refuse this person.

"Go if you want to." His azure eyes were full of tenderness. "Leave the mountain climbing to me; you don't need to walk. I'll take care of it."