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

Chapter 64 Did we stir up trouble at Seigaku today?

Tezuka was wearing Seigaku's regular team uniform, his face was stern, and he exuded a low-pressure aura.

He quickly scanned the entire arena, paused for a moment when he saw Mochizuki Ryo, then saw Fuji and Inui in the audience area, and Echizen and Momoshiro eating frantically on the competition stage.

There was no conflict, no fighting.

There was only one lively eating contest.

"..."

Tezuka was silent for a moment, then looked through his glasses at Inui Sadaharu in the corner. His gaze was cold, and Inui visibly shrank back, hiding his notebook in front of his chest.

Looking at Tezuka, Mochizuki Ryo silently sighed in his heart.

Did we stir up trouble at Seigaku today?

You bump into one person with every step you take, and a whole group of them with every two steps you take.

Just as he finished thinking that, another person rushed into the store.

Wang Yueling: "..."

Alright, everyone from Seigaku is here.

Wearing her signature green striped headscarf, Kaoru Kaidou pushed open the door aggressively, her eyes wide like saucers, and clenched her fists as she strode inside.

He quickly scanned the area, first seeing Tezuka, then Fuji and Inui, and then following their gaze to see Mochizuki Ryo.

Kaidou stopped beside Inui, his voice low but barely concealing his anger: "Senpai, is it him? Should we make a move?"

Before Qian could answer, Wang Yueling couldn't hold back any longer.

He leaned against the railing, a rather smug smile on his lips, and teased, "Hey, Seigaku's having a team-building event here today? Everyone's here except for that guy who gets all excited the moment he picks up a racket."

"Are you here to eat cake... or to get into a brawl?"

Kaidou's snake-like eyes immediately fixed on him, and he hissed.

Tezuka didn't reply to Mochizuki Ryo's words, but simply nodded slightly. Mochizuki Ryo also nodded back slightly, and the group didn't exchange any further words.

Because of the limited space, six or seven more people from Seigaku arrived, and they unknowingly surrounded Mochizuki Ryou in the middle.

From a distance, it looked as if the entire Seigaku team had surrounded Hyotei, creating an eerie and tense atmosphere.

Cilang was cheering from the front row of the audience when he glanced back and froze instantly.

He saw the Seigaku members surrounding Mochizuki Ryo, with Kaidou glaring fiercely at her. Jiro tugged at Mukahi's sleeve, and Mukahi turned around to see the same scene.

The two little animals squeezed through the crowd without hesitation and ran back quickly.

Jiro stepped forward to block Mochizuki Ryo's path, arms outstretched, his reddish-brown curls almost standing on end, like a cute mother hen. Mukahi also stood on his other side, striking a very imposing pose.

The two stood on either side of Wangyue Ling, protecting her behind them, and glared warily at the entire Seigaku team.

The Seigaku members were all taken aback by this sudden act of protecting their own.

Kikumaru had just walked over when he saw the commotion and instinctively tried to back away, but Oishi grabbed his elbow. Inui pushed up his glasses, his pen still scribbling away.

Kaido glared at Jiro, but Jiro wasn't intimidated at all; instead, he straightened his chest and thrust forward.

Wang Yueling chuckled lightly, stepped out from between the two, and gracefully swept her gaze over the entire Seigaku group. A faint smile played on her lips, and her tone was casual and somewhat nonchalant.

"I'm sorry, the little ones at home are a bit stressed. Please bear with me."

He showed no remorse whatsoever when he said this.

Inui Sadaharu adjusted his glasses and finally couldn't help but speak. His voice remained as steady as ever, befitting a data analyst, but the inquiry in his tone was unmistakable: "Mochizuki-san, I have a question about the data."

Wang Yueling turned her head to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

"You made it clear before that you would not join the Hyotei Tennis Club, and you did not appear on the court as a member afterward."

Sadaharu Inui stared at him intently. "Why did you become Hyotei's coach at this particular time? I'm very curious."

After he finished speaking, he held the pen above the notebook, waiting to take notes.

Wang Yueling's gaze swept over all the members of Seigaku.

Then he laughed.

The smile was faint, a mere slight curve at the corners of his mouth, his azure eyes devoid of any warmth. After the smile faded, he turned his face back, his gaze fixed on the competition on the stage, without uttering a single word.

funny.

Why should I answer just because he asks?

He's not Seigaku's talking machine, pointing at something and saying it. He has no obligation to satisfy their curiosity. This self-righteous arrogance of Seigaku is practically inherited from the club president to the members.

Being so blatantly ignored, Inui Sadaharu's expression froze, and he was somewhat embarrassed.

Kaoru Kaidou, standing beside him, instantly bristled. His snake-like eyes fixed on Ryo Mochizuki, his voice rough and irritable, every word dripping with fiery rage:

"Hey! My senior is talking to you! Are you deaf?! Why aren't you answering?!"

Wang Yueling didn't even glance at him.

He leaned against the railing, his posture casual, still holding the Marui support flag that Jiro had given him, and slowly waving it.

The voice was light and airy, carrying a mocking tone that made one's teeth itch: "If you don't want to talk, then don't. Do you need a reason? Your senior isn't mine. Just because he asks doesn't mean you have to answer. Who is he anyway?"

Kaidou's face flushed red, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins bulged, and he took a step forward.

Mochizuki Ryo continued, her tone still languid, but every word was precise and venomous: "Are all the Seigaku people so fond of meddling? Or are they so incapable of managing themselves that they can only watch others?"

"If you're so bored, at least find something worthwhile to do, like practicing your snake ball technique, which can't beat anything except scaring people."

That's extremely harsh.

Not only did they confront Kaidou, but they also dragged the entire Seigaku group into the fray.

Kaoru Kaidou looked like a snake whose tail had been stepped on; his face turned from flushed to ashen. He took a big step forward, hissing as he clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked.

Inui Sadaharu reached out to stop him, but he instinctively shook him off.

Kikumaru stepped forward, his eyes filled with anger: "How dare you talk to me like that! This is outrageous! We haven't even settled accounts with you from last time, and you're here again today! And what about Fuji's matter…?"

"Eiji."

Daishi frowned and interrupted him, but did not reach out to stop him, clearly disagreeing with Mochizuki Ryo's words.

Fuji Syusuke slowly walked out from the crowd.

He didn't look at Kikumaru, nor at Kaido. His eyes, which were usually squinted, opened slightly, and a flash of blue light passed through his pupils.

He stood two steps in front of Wang Yueling, his smile still gentle, but his tone held a thin, carefully crafted sharpness.

"Tsukimi-kun, you're still so blunt. Everyone was just asking out of curiosity; there's no need to be so aggressive."

He paused, lowering his voice further, "After all, you're still an outsider to Seigaku. We shouldn't pry into the affairs of outsiders. But outsiders shouldn't interfere in other people's business either."

That's a very clever way of saying it.

On the surface, it was an attempt to reconcile, but in reality, every word was a demarcation.

As an outsider, what right do you have to interfere in Seigaku's player training? What right do you have to comment on my relationship with Yuuta?

Fuji Syusuke didn't think he had done much wrong in the St. Rudolph affair. Especially after the public attacks of the past few weeks, he insisted that Mochizuki Ryo's initial remarks were intentional, meant to embarrass him in front of everyone.

What he found even more unacceptable was that after talking to Yuta, Yuta refused to answer his calls.

He felt that all of this was inextricably linked to Mochizuki Ryo.

Wang Yueling understood.

Everyone understood.

He put away the support flag in his hand, turned around to face Fuji, and his azure eyes swept over him from head to toe.

Then he snorted... causing Inui Sadaharu, who was standing next to him, to stop writing.

"outsider?"

Wang Yueling tilted her head, her tone filled with genuine doubt and mockery, "Yes, I'm an outsider. Then what are you, Fuji's older brother, doing as the 'insider'?"

Although he didn't explain, Fuji Syusuke understood what he meant, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

"You did nothing."

Wang Yueling spoke for him, her tone calm to the point of cruelty, "What did Guan Yuechu do? He taught him the techniques, gave him a role, and allowed him to develop his own style and name. He's an outsider, but he's more like an older brother than you. What right do you, a 'family member' who can't even keep your own brother, have to stand here and talk to me about the difference between insiders and outsiders?"

The entire room fell silent.

Kikumaru opened his mouth but couldn't speak. Oishi frowned and lowered his head. Kaidou's hissing stopped, and he stood there, unsure of who to look at. Inui's pen fell to the ground, and he bent down to pick it up, his fingers visibly trembling.

Fuji Syusuke remained silent.

His open blue eyes held no smile, no usual gentleness, only the raw pain of someone poking his sore spot.

He lowered his eyes, his arms hanging at his sides, and without saying a word, turned and walked out of the crowd.

No one chased after them.

Mochizuki Ryo withdrew his gaze, not glancing at Fuji again. He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the remaining Seigaku members, finally settling on Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"Tezuka-sama"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"Your club members have been standing around me for almost ten minutes. This is a public place, not Seigaku's training ground. If you keep standing here without saying anything, people outside will say that Seigaku's captain is leading a brawl."

He paused, a smirk playing on his lips, a smile blatantly defiant: "Or is it that besides taking sides and spreading rumors, all Seigaku knows is how to solve problems with force?"

"You probably don't want to experience the taste of being suspended, do you?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu's face darkened.

He didn't answer immediately; his cold, piercing eyes were fixed on Mochizuki Ryo's face through his glasses. Just like the last time in the St. Rudolph match, he couldn't find a single fault with him.

The current situation is that Inui asked the question without reason first, Kaidou acted impulsively afterward, and Fuji took the initiative to provoke him. If this gets out, Seigaku will indeed be in the wrong.

The silence lasted for about five seconds.

"Dashi, Kikumaru, Gan, Begonia."

Tezuka's voice was cold and hard, but every word was enunciated clearly: "Return to your respective positions, and there must be no further conflict."

He glanced at Mochizuki Ryou and added two words: "Sorry."

Inui closed the notebook and lowered his head. Kaidou gritted his teeth, his lips clenched tightly, but he didn't say another word. Kikumaru was pulled aside by Oishi, his red hair drooping against his forehead, his lips pressed into a thin line.

With the minister speaking, even if the Seigaku members were unwilling, they could only reluctantly shut their mouths.

Wang Yueling snorted coldly, too lazy to get entangled with this group any longer, and patted Cilang and Xiang Ri on the back.

"Let's go, let's continue watching the game."

Jiro and Mukahi waved their little flags at the Seigaku members, their gesture rather perfunctory, before following Mochizuki Ryo back to the front row of the audience.

The Seigaku group behind him fell completely silent, and no one spoke again.

……

The final round of the competitive eating contest on stage has entered a heated phase.

The professional eater ate quickly and steadily, with almost no change in rhythm. Marui and Kuwabara worked together seamlessly, one responsible for speed and the other for stability.

Echizen and Momoshiro were desperately chasing each other on the third track. Momoshiro was stuffing food into his mouth while mumbling "We can't lose, we can't lose" indistinctly. Echizen, unusually, didn't show his arrogant expression and ate very seriously.

Jiro's support fan was waving so hard it was almost flying, and his voice was hoarse from shouting. Mukahi also joined in the loud shouting.

Wang Yueling stood between the two, waving the huge flag in her hand in a steady, unhurried manner.

Overtime is over.

The final result was no surprise.

The professional food connoisseurs won the championship with an absolute advantage. Marui and Kuwabara won the runner-up, and Echizen and Momoshiro won the third place.

As Marui walked off the stage, he rubbed his stomach and said to Kuwabara, "I must win next time." His tone was full of resentment, but his eyes were sparkling, clearly showing that he was very satisfied with making it to the finals.

Wang Yueling stepped forward, took the lead, raised the flag, and waved it: "Runner-up, not bad."

"That's right!"

Marui raised his chin, quite pleased with himself, "This genius isn't just a name without substance."

After the match ended, the five of them walked out of the dessert shop together.

The evening breeze was cool, blowing away the sweet smell in the store, and the streetlights cast long shadows on everyone.

Marui seemed to remember something, raised his hand to take off the red and white wristband on his wrist, and casually handed it to Jiro in front of him.

"Here you go, Jiro. Thank you for your hard work cheering today."

Jiro froze instantly, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the wristband offered to him. His hands trembled as he reached out and carefully, with utmost solemnity, took it and held it close to his chest.

"Wen, Wentai... this, this is..."

Jiro was so excited he stammered, his reddish-brown curly hair swaying gently in the evening breeze, his eyes shining. "I...I'll treasure it! I'll put it in my secret base when I get back! Nobody's allowed to touch it!"

"Haha, it's just a wristband."

Marui laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Good luck in the future, see you on the court at the Kanto Tournament."

"Yes!!!" Jiro nodded vigorously, his eyes reddening.

Marui waved to him, then turned and walked towards the station with Kuwabara.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and called out, "Mochizuki-kun, send me that recipe again!"

Wang Yueling smiled and nodded.

Jiro stood there, clutching the wristband and grinning foolishly, his face flushed and his mouth stretching almost to his ears. He was completely immersed in immense happiness, motionless like a statue holding the wristband.

Xiang Ri, watching from the side, couldn't help but reach out and poke his head, her voice full of disdain: "Hey, aren't you being a bit too dramatic? It's just a wristband!"

"That's no exaggeration!"

Jiro immediately clutched the wristband tightly to his chest, took a step back, and glared warily at Mukahi. "This was given to me by Bunta! It's a treasure!"

Wang Yueling stood two steps behind the two of them.

His gaze fell on the red and white wristband in Cilang's arms. He stared at it for a long time, his eyes filled with envy.

Then he looked down at his wrist.

It was completely empty; there was nothing there.

The image of Yukimura Seiichi playing basketball involuntarily popped into my mind.

Seiichi also has wristbands on his wrists.

Blue and black, with Rikkai University's team logo on it, clean and neat, very nice-looking.

If he were to beg for it shamelessly, like he used to.

Will Seishi give it to me?

I think so.

But how do I bring it up?

You can't just walk up to me and say, "Seiichi, I want your wristband!"

Jiro chuckled to himself for a while before finally snapping out of his daze. Turning around, he saw Mochizuki Ryou staring blankly at his wristband, a strange look in her eyes.

It was like envy, or perhaps like they were plotting something.

The little lamb instantly became extremely alert.

He instinctively clutched the wristband tightly to his chest, took a large step back, and stared at Mochizuki Ryo with a wary expression, like a puppy guarding its food: "Ryo! You...you can't take mine! Bunta gave it to me!"

Wang Yueling: "..."

He slowly withdrew his gaze, staring expressionlessly at the little lamb guarding its food, utterly speechless.

Who cares about your wristband?

What he wants is Jing Shi's.

"Not interested." Wang Yueling coldly uttered three words, turned around and left, "I'm going home."

He turned and walked towards the street corner. His blond wolf tail swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the blue-purple hair tie peeked out slightly under the streetlights.

Cilang stared at his retreating figure with suspicion for several seconds, making sure he really didn't intend to snatch it. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, carefully tucking the wristband into the inside pocket of his clothes and placing it close to his body.

I even patted it through the clothes, and then I felt relieved.

Seeing this, Xiang Ri couldn't help but laugh out loud. He quickly followed, his red bob bobbing under the streetlight.

The evening breeze blew from the end of the commercial street, swirling up a few leaves from the roadside trees, carrying the sweet aroma of desserts and the individual thoughts of the young people, before drifting away.

Wang Yueling walked at the front, her hands in her coat pockets, her fingertips touching the cold edge of her phone.

He took it out and glanced at the screen.

No new messages.

He put his phone back in his pocket, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

It's okay.

We can think of reasons later.

He'll get his hands on the wristband eventually.