ryethenovel Chapter 129 suggests you eat more walnuts to nourish your brain.
Chapter 129 suggests you eat more walnuts to nourish your brain.
There stood a blond boy.
He leaned against the doorframe, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone, revealing his smooth collarbone. His wolf tail was loosely tied back with a hair tie, a few stray hairs falling across his forehead, gilded lightly by the sunlight.
Her azure eyes were half-closed as she looked at them casually, her fingertips lightly tapping the door frame.
His movements were casual, yet they exuded an indescribable aura of elegance.
"Who is this person? I've never seen him before?"
A short-haired boy sitting in the sixth row lowered his voice and nudged his companion next to him, "He's quite handsome! Is he mixed race? Blonde hair and blue eyes, he looks like a foreigner."
"What's the use of being handsome? We're here to play tennis, not to participate in a beauty pageant."
A boy from Ming Shih Yi High School pouted, his tone tinged with resentment, "No matter how good-looking you are, you'll still get beaten on the basketball court."
His companion tugged at his sleeve, lowering his voice even further, "Hey, look, he seems to have the Hyotei school badge on his chest. Could he be the new acting coach from Hyotei?"
"Is that the legendary Mochizuki Ryo who single-handedly took on the entire tennis club at Hyotei?"
"Yes, that's him. But I think those rumors are definitely false. He looks so skinny, how could he possibly beat two hundred people?"
"What? I heard he has magic, he can make tennis balls curve by themselves, and he can even summon lightning to strike the racket."
Why don't you just say he can fly?
"It's true, my cousin studies at Hyotei University and I saw him cast a spell and use lightning to shatter his racket."
"This is getting more and more outrageous. I think it's just a publicity stunt that Hyotei spent money to create. You believe this?"
"I don't believe it either, but many people say so..."
The discussion grew louder and louder, and all sorts of outrageous rumors flew around the auditorium like wildfire.
The representative from Rokkaku Middle School sat in the middle. Aoi Kentaro listened to the discussions around him, gripped the back of the chair behind him, widened his eyes, and tilted his head to look at Mochizuki Ryo who was standing at the entrance. His voice was clear and full of curiosity.
"Wow, is that Mochizuki Ryo, the substitute coach of Hyotei Academy? He doesn't look like the legendary three-headed, six-armed man at all."
Tengen Hikaru sat next to him, his short black hair stiffened with hair wax, his face sculpted like a sculpture. He looked at Mochizuki Ryo, remained silent for two seconds, and then suddenly burst out laughing.
"He probably has three heads and six arms hidden under his shirt. After all, he's wearing so many layers, it's normal that you can't see them. But he might not have enough rackets during a match."
Aoi Kentaro paused for a moment, then turned to look at him.
Tiangen added, "Six hands, so it can hold six rackets. The two extra heads can hold two more rackets. It can also eat six hamburgers at the same time."
Aoi Kentaro blinked, then burst into laughter: "Tengen-senpai, that's a really funny lame joke!"
Those around him couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard this lame joke.
The team from Chengcheng Xiangnan sat in the fourth row on the right.
Ren Hiroshi leaned back in his chair, his short, fluffy, reddish-orange hair cascading down his back, a white baseball cap perched on his head. He crossed his legs, twirling a pen in his hand, his gaze sweeping over Mochizuki Ryo, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Tch, so what if he's good-looking? What's with the cool act?"
As he spoke, he sat up straight, about to stand up and say something, when Kajimoto Takahisa pressed down on his shoulder.
"Wakato." Kajimoto's silver earring on his left ear flashed in the sunlight, his purple eyes were calm and unwavering, and his voice was very low. "Coach Hanamura said that we shouldn't make enemies before the match."
Ruo Ren pursed his lips, put the pen back in his pocket, and reluctantly sat back down, muttering to himself.
"Okay, okay, really."
"I just want to see if this person is really as powerful as the rumors say."
Kajimoto withdrew his hand, his purple eyes falling on Mochizuki Ryo with a hint of inquiry. His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm even.
"You'll find out how amazing it is once you start watching."
Ruo Ren snorted and didn't say anything more, but his gaze remained fixed on Wang Yueling, scrutinizing her with a hint of resentment.
……
Wang Yueling seemed not to hear the discussions below.
He walked down the stairs with his hands in his pockets. His black leather shoes clicked softly on the wooden steps, a sound that resonated in everyone's hearts.
The once noisy auditorium grew quieter and quieter until only the sound of his footsteps remained.
He walked slowly, his azure eyes sweeping lightly over each row of seats. His gaze was gentle, yet carried an indescribable sense of pressure, like icy water in the dead of winter, sliding down his collar and into his back.
Those who had been loudly mocking Hyotei felt a chill run through them and instinctively tried to back away. But their buttocks were glued to their chairs, and they could only sit stiffly, their throats involuntarily bobbing.
It wasn't until Wang Yueling reached the fifth row that...
A boy with a buzz cut from Daqu Middle School finally came to his senses, forced himself to remain calm, and slammed his hand on the table as he stood up.
With her neck stiffened, she shouted at Mochizuki Ryou, "Hey! What kind of look is that?"
Wang Yueling stopped and tilted her head slightly to look at him, a faint smile appearing on her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"What kind of look?" His voice was soft, with a nonchalant languor. "Naturally, the look of looking at a weakling."
"Otherwise, how do you think I'd look at a bunch of people who can't even get close to the national competition and only know how to gossip?"
After saying that, he chuckled twice and continued walking.
The auditorium was so quiet you could hear the air conditioner humming.
Mochizuki Ryo walked to the middle of the third row where Atobe was sitting, lowered her head slightly, and her smile softened.
"Right, Keigo?"
Atobe crossed his arms, his icy blue eyes sweeping over the standing boy, his chin slightly raised, and his magnificent aura naturally emanating from him.
"Ah, these unglamorous and weak teams aren't worth my time anyway."
Their unreserved conversation was like a resounding slap in the face to those who had just mocked Hyotei.
Everyone's face turned bright red.
"Who are you calling a weak team?"
"They lost to Fudomine in the Hyotei Capital Tournament, and they still have the nerve to criticize others here!"
"Exactly! They're still so arrogant even after losing the game!"
"All those rich kids from elite schools are good for is talking big!"
One of the bespectacled boys from Akiyama Sanji slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Hyotei lost, and that's it! No amount of arguing will change anything! They didn't even make it to the quarterfinals of the tournament, and they still have the nerve to call us a weak team!"
In an instant, representatives from several schools stood up. A cacophony of accusations filled the entire auditorium.
Wang Yueling turned around, leaned against the table in the lecture hall, crossed her arms, and looked up at them.
Even though it was an upward angle, the aura it exuded made everyone's breathing become lighter.
He still had a smile on his lips, and without saying a word, he quietly watched their performance.
His eyes.
Cold, disdainful, as if looking at some insignificant piece of trash. Their azure eyes held no warmth, as if their speech wasn't human, but merely the buzzing of mosquitoes.
One minute later...
Those who stood up felt uneasy under his gaze, and their voices grew softer and softer until they finally shut up.
The auditorium fell silent again.
All that could be heard was the chirping of cicadas outside the window, and the slightly hurried breathing of a few people.
Wang Yueling's gaze swept over all the people who had started the disturbance. Her eyes were indifferent, yet they seemed to carry a knife, making their faces sting.
"So what if Hyotei lost a game?"
His voice was slow and leisurely, with a hint of laziness, yet it also revealed an undeniable strength: "We are still a long-established powerhouse in the Kanto region, and a seeded team in the National Tournament and the Kanto Tournament."
"Leaving aside the national tournament, let's take the Kanto tournament as an example."
He paused, his azure eyes sweeping across the entire arena. "In the past twenty years, Hyotei has won five championships, ten runner-up titles, and three third-place finishes."
"At worst, we'll reach the semi-finals."
"And you?"
He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the bespectacled boy from Akiyama No. 3 Middle School who had been the most vocal earlier, a sneer playing on his lips.
The boy stood frozen in place, his face gradually turning ashen. His fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"However, I remember that in the records of the Kanto Tournament over the past twenty years."
With a smile, Mochizuki Ryou smoothed her bangs, her tone carrying a playful cruelty, "Your Qiushan No. 3 Middle School's name has never appeared even once. Oh dear... maybe I misunderstood? Maybe you're just shy?!"
"So I revisit the same place every year for the competition."
He became more and more enthusiastic as he acted, each word like a knife, precisely stabbing the other person's sore spot.
"Tsk tsk tsk, don't be so shy!"
"Every year, the national and Kanto tournaments are full of familiar faces. My team members are tired of seeing them. Sometimes it's time to let everyone see some new faces, like your Akiyama Third Middle School."
"Don't hide your talents..."
He tapped his arm lightly with his fingertips, his smile fading, his eyes turning chillingly cold. "Ha! But I guess I was overthinking it. You probably don't have the ability, so you'd better not embarrass yourselves."
"Being able to stand here drawing lots this year is probably your school's best achievement in the last ten years, right?"
He chuckled softly, his tone full of sarcasm.
"Do you have time to care which game the strong teams lost?"
"You might as well go and swing your racket a few more times, run a few more steps. Maybe you can get lucky this time and win one more point, instead of getting swept every time."
The two students from Akiyama No. 3 Middle School were so angry that their faces turned pale, their lips trembled, and their fingers clenched into fists. They wanted to argue back, but found themselves speechless.
What this person said is true.
Akiyama No. 3 Middle School has indeed failed in major competitions every year.
Wang Yueling stopped looking at him and turned her gaze to the Daqu Middle School, which had been displaying a strong presence earlier.
The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.
The two boys from Daqu Middle School instinctively took a step back.
"And you guys too. Daqu Middle School, right?"
When he pronounced the school's name, his tone was light and airy, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying an unsettling quality: "I remember your school's record..."
"Sigh... never mind, I won't say it. I'm afraid it will hurt your fragile self-esteem."
At least Qiushan No. 3 Middle School had said something before, but with them, all that was left were two meaningful sighs. The two from Daqu Middle School felt this was even more humiliating than being directly insulted; their faces instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and their knuckles cracked.
"You guys have had pretty good luck this year, haven't you? You must have visited Senso-ji Temple quite a few times this year?"
Wang Yueling was not intimidated by the pressure and did not know when to stop. Her gaze swept over the necks and wrists of the two people.
"If you don't accumulate some bad karma by gossiping here, be careful the gods won't protect you. You might lose all your luck in the end!"
The two students from Daqu Middle School suddenly looked up, staring at Wang Yueling in horror, not understanding how the other party knew their team's most secret winning formula.
"How did you know that?"
Mochizuki Ryo raised an eyebrow, instantly guessing what the two were thinking. She deliberately feigned a sigh, "Haven't you heard the rumors? I keep a black cat specifically to investigate the secrets of tennis clubs in various schools in Tokyo."
"How could your petty tricks escape my notice?"
After saying that, he deliberately waved at them.
The two tall guys from Daqu Middle School huddled together in fear, and people from other schools were also trembling.
After appreciating the cowards from various schools, Wang Yueling shrugged, thinking they were incredibly stupid.
Are all these people blind?
Looking around, those two students from Daqu Middle School had at least 30 amulets on them. If you're not superstitious, you're just trying to fool someone.
You can get hit by any random "explosion".
Wang Yueling silently withdrew her gaze and then swept it towards the direction of Ming Shi Yi Middle School.
Just now, it was those two who led the mockery of Hyotei as a noble young master who was built on money.
When the two men met Wang Yueling's gaze, they immediately lowered their heads as if they had been branded with a hot iron, not daring to meet his eyes.
"And the two of you too."
His tone slowed, and his voice turned colder. "You guys have made it to the Kanto Tournament a few times, but your best result is only a second-round exit."
"I remember in the first game of last year's Kanto Tournament, you were beaten 6-0 by Hyotei's second team."
"You can't even beat our second team, yet you have the nerve to criticize Hyotei. Don't you feel ashamed of your boastful pronouncements?"
"If I were you, I would have crawled into a hole in the ground long ago."
"How dare they still have the nerve to talk nonsense here?"
"I suggest you eat more walnuts to nourish your brain. Otherwise, your mind will always be blank, you'll only be able to say sarcastic things, you won't be able to play tennis well, and you'll only be able to become a paparazzi selling newspapers on the street in the future."
The representative of Ming Shi Yi was so angry at him that his face turned red and white, and he lowered his head even further, wishing he could bury his face in the table.
After finishing speaking, Wang Yueling glanced at the representatives from other schools in the auditorium with a smile.
Those who had previously joined in the discussion all looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.
Some people looked down at the tips of their shoes, some turned their heads to talk to the people next to them pretending not to notice, and some simply turned their faces to the other side.
She was afraid that he would catch her next and expose her past.