novelhk Chapter 12: The Talented Monster Unleashes Its Power, A Scathing Critique of "Not 2"
Chapter 12: The Talented Monster Unleashes Its Power, A Scathing Critique of "Not 2"
After a brief setback, Ryoma Echizen quickly found a breakthrough.
Suddenly, he accelerated towards the net, glided, and leaped, his racket drawing a beautiful arc in the air. The tennis ball, propelled by inertia, traced a clear B-shaped trajectory in the air before landing heavily in the opponent's court, bouncing up and heading straight for the corner.
"B-shaped drive".
Wang Yueling murmured, a look of "as expected" flashing in his eyes.
The "gifted monster" has indeed "exploded".
On the field, after landing, Ryoma Echizen looked up at Yuta Fuji and said in a flippant tone, "Hey, Fuji-senpai's little brother, you'd better use that topspin shot less often."
However, Fuji Yuuta, whose ultimate move could be countered, was completely absorbed in his own emotions and couldn't hear what he was saying.
His eyes were red, like an enraged beast, as he relentlessly hit topspin shots, even as Kanzuki, standing on the sidelines, frowned and reminded him, "Yuta, you promised me, you've already exceeded the limit. Don't hit that shot anymore!"
Looking at the people on the field who were completely out of control, Wang Yueling shook his head inwardly.
This serve is technically difficult, and Mizuki must have improved the way he generates the power, otherwise Fuji Yuta could not have mastered it. However, any high-spin serve puts a strain on the arm and cannot be used frequently.
Yuta Fuji's mindset is completely off now; he's not playing basketball, he's just sulking.
Discussions could be heard coming from the Seigaku side nearby.
While writing in his notebook, Inui Sadaharu asked, "Why did Echizen make Fuji Yuta hit that topspin ball less often?"
Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, crossed his arms, and explained in a cool voice, "The way to generate power in an outside spin ball is very difficult. Over-reliance on arm strength can cause irreversible damage to the shoulder joint if played for a long time."
Fuji Syusuke stood to the side, his expression serious, and his half-closed eyes opened: "Yuta's tennis has indeed improved a lot, but I didn't expect that Mizuki would teach him to play this kind of ball that damages the body."
Upon hearing the explanation, the Seigaku members instantly erupted in anger. Momoshiro Takeshi clenched his fists: "What?! They actually taught the club members such physically harmful moves?"
Three first-year students from Seigaku joined in indignation: "Why did Fuji-senpai's younger brother transfer to a school like that?"
"Yeah, that manager named Mizuki doesn't look like a good person at all!"
"Isn't teaching this kind of ball technique harmful?"
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Upon hearing this, the spectators around the stadium also began to criticize St. Rudolph for using any means necessary to win, completely disregarding the health of his team members.
Upon hearing this, the people of St. Rudolph were immediately displeased. One of them stepped forward and angrily said:
"What are you saying! Mizuki isn't that kind of person! He's done so much for Yuuta and for the tennis club. You don't know anything, so don't talk nonsense."
In an instant, tensions rose between the two sides, and the atmosphere became incredibly tense.
Wang Yueling gripped the fencing tightly. As she listened to these words, her brows furrowed, and anger gradually rose within her.
In particular, she became even more annoyed when she caught a glimpse of Seigaku Fuji Syusuke's face, which seemed to show concern for his younger brother.
He took a big gulp of oolong tea, threw the bottle into the trash can, and straightened up.
"Excuse me for interrupting." His voice wasn't loud, but it was quite clear in the tense atmosphere between the two sides.
Everyone turned to look at him.
A boy with a silk scarf tied around his head walked slowly to the open space between the two groups, his posture casual and his expression indifferent, as if he were talking about how nice the weather was today.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for both sides to hear him clearly.
Why did Fuji Yuuta transfer schools?
"Don't you all know the truth? In the end, it's all because of your genius older brother, Fuji Syusuke."
His gaze fell on Fuji Syusuke, his tone was calm but his eyes were playful: "Back in Seigaku, because of your genius older brother, he was called 'Fuji's younger brother' wherever he went. He was overwhelmed by this title and everything he did was compared to you."
"You're the genius at Seigaku, and he's just your shadow. He must have endured a lot of verbal abuse, don't you guys really know that?"
Hearing the questions from the unfamiliar young man before him, Fuji Syusuke looked up in astonishment, speechless.
The expressions on the faces of the people from Seigaku changed repeatedly.
Momoshiro Takeshi, Kaidou Kaoru, and the first-year students wanted to say something, but were stopped by a look from Tezuka Kunimitsu.
"As for Kanzuki Hajime," Mochizuki Ryo paused, his gaze sweeping over each member of Seigaku, before continuing, "They did steal your brother away, but they also taught him tennis techniques, gave him a tactical role, and helped him develop his own style and identity. You could say they were a talent scout."
"If I remember correctly, St. Rudolph is a boarding school, so you can imagine how much Mizuki, as his senior, helped him in his daily life. It's not an exaggeration to call him half an older brother."
Mochizuki Ryou's handsome, cold face remained expressionless, his gaze heavy as he stared directly into Fuji Syusuke's eyes, his words still sharp.
"Fuji Syusuke, you've lived with your brother for so many years, and as his genius older brother, how much have you truly helped him improve? You couldn't have been completely unaware of all the gossip he faced at Seigaku, but you didn't do anything about it either, did you? Otherwise, would he have gone to another school?"
"You don't thank Mizuki, fine, but you're here questioning her teaching methods? Don't you find that ridiculous?"
As he launched into his passionate outburst, the entire arena fell silent.
"As for that topspin ball," Wang Yueling wasn't in the mood to give them time to reflect. "Use your brains. To master a special move, you need theoretical support and a lot of training. Since he was able to master it, it means that the move itself isn't too bad; it just can't be used too frequently, otherwise his arm would have been ruined long ago."
He then looked up at Tezuka Kunimitsu: "As far as I know, the Zero Shiki short ball used by Seigaku's captain, Tezuka, also puts a lot of strain on his wrist, right? It can't be played for long periods either. So why is your special move considered a 'necessary sacrifice,' while others' is seen as 'irresponsible teaching'?"
When someone used him as an example, Tezuka Kunimitsu's usually icy expression showed a rare crack.
His expression remained cold, but his eyes flickered slightly.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
The game on the field continued, but the people outside the net on both sides seemed to be frozen in place, not moving an inch.
Mochizuki Ryo finally vented all her frustrations, the coldness in her eyes completely dissipating, and she regained her usual gentleness: "Fuji Syusuke, you really should thank Mizuki. She's taken on a lot of your older brother responsibilities for you. Your teammates should refrain from saying those irresponsible things, or they'll become a laughingstock."
The members of Seigaku were completely stunned, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word, their earlier anger vanishing without a trace.
Fuji Syusuke stood there, his eyes fully open, silent for a long time, head down, lost in thought.
Saint Rudolph breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes shining like light bulbs, eager to cheer for this suddenly appearing "strongest mouth double" boy.
On the field, Ryoma Echizen and Yuta Fuji, and on the sidelines, Kin Ryuzaki and Hajime Mizuki, all heard these words and remained silent, their expressions inscrutable.
A while later.
Horio, a first-year student at Seigaku, finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Hey! Who are you?! What gives you the right to talk about our Fuji-senpai like that?!"
Wang Yueling shrugged, her face expressionless, her tone lazy and somewhat nonchalant: "I'm just a passerby who saw injustice."
Horio was speechless at his attitude, looking like a chicken with its throat being choked, its face turning bright red.
Sadaharu Inui, standing to the side, adjusted his glasses and flipped through the information in his notebook: "Ryo Mochizuki, transfer student at Hyotei Academy. Not a member of the tennis club, reason unknown. The possibility that she's here today to gather information is 50%. The possibility that she's simply lost is 65%."
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Yueling, filled with curiosity, doubt, vigilance, and curiosity.
The atmosphere was a bit tense.
As Wang Yueling was thinking about how to escape, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her, with a unique and elegant tone:
"Wang Yueling, what unseemly thing are you doing here with a cloth on your head?"
Looking up at the moon, Ling turned around.
Seeing Atobe Keigo standing a few steps away with the Hyotei team, wearing Hyotei's starting team uniform, with his hands in his pockets, his expression was a little impatient, but more of a smug "I'm here to save you" kind of arrogance.
He instantly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Atobe's voice at that moment was simply the most magnificent voice in the world.
It came at the perfect time.
Atobe walked up to him, glanced at the strange atmosphere among the Seigaku and St. Rudolph students, and said coldly, "Hyote's match is over, it's time to go back to school. Coach Sakaki wants you to come with him."
Upon receiving the retreat signal, Wang Yueling turned around, waved to the two groups, and said in a light tone, "I'm leaving first, you guys continue."
Then he quickly slipped into Hyotei's team.
Cilang immediately rushed over and complained, "Ling, what are you doing here? You didn't even come to watch my match! I won beautifully!"
"I saw it, that last net volley was pretty good..." Even though Mochizuki Ryo didn't see it, that didn't stop him from praising it wildly.
After all, he knew this little lamb's playing habits very well.
"Really, you saw it." Jiro's eyes sparkled. He had indeed made a beautiful net volley at the end, so there was no doubt about it at all.
"Um."
Oshitari walked over and whispered, "What were you saying over there? Why are you surrounded? The Seigaku people don't look too happy; they look like they're going to beat you up."
Thinking of the exhilaration he had just felt, Wang Yueling coughed a few times, trying to cover up his embarrassment: "It's nothing, I just chatted with them about life."
Renji glanced at him, clearly disbelieving, but didn't press him for details.
A group of people left the park chatting and laughing.
Mukahi and Jiro were still chattering away, arguing about whose match was more exciting. Oshitari occasionally chimed in to tease them. Shishido, walking ahead, impatiently turned back to urge them to hurry up. Ootori and Hiyoshi were discussing the technical moves they had just made, while Kabaji silently followed behind Atobe.
Wang Yueling walked in the middle of the group, listening to the noisy sounds around her, but her mind was on other things.
The things I said about Seigaku today might get out.
But it doesn't matter, he was just telling the truth.
Those people at Seigaku should really think about their own problems instead of looking for reasons in others.
As for Yukimura... he glanced down at his phone, and... no new messages.
Wait a minute.
He looked up; the sunlight was shining on his face, and it felt a little hot.
Cilang called out to him again from the front: "Ling...hurry up! The car is about to leave!"
Wang Yueling smiled and quickened her pace to catch up.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful.
The evening breeze carries the scent of summer's imminent arrival.