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

Chapter 142 The Moon Gazing Rehabilitation Trainer Arrives Online

Kirihara, clutching his bag, leaned close to Yukimura, tilting his little face up, his eyes sparkling.

"Don't worry, Minister! I'll definitely train hard! When you come back to check on me, I'll be able to unleash an even more perfect, controllable demonic transformation! I absolutely won't let you down!"

As he spoke, he moved closer to Yukimura, his dried black curly hair swaying in the wind as he pushed forward, getting closer and closer to Yukimura.

Its eyes were bright and sparkling, like a puppy waiting to be petted on the head.

Standing behind Yukimura, Mochizuki Ryo watched Kirihara get closer and closer, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes.

With lightning speed, he took a step forward, reached out and pressed down on Kirihara's shoulder, gently pushing him backward and pulling the seaweed a large step further away.

"Hey, hey, where are you trying to squeeze in?"

His tone was gentle, but the force in his hands was considerable.

Kirihara was pushed back a step, looked up, and stared at him blankly. "Senpai? What's wrong?"

You're covered in sweat.

Wang Yueling withdrew her hand, her nose wrinkling slightly as she spoke, her expression playful yet possessive, "Don't get your hands on Seishi. He was just discharged from the hospital today; how can you let him smell your sweat?"

Kirihara paused, then looked down and sniffed his clothes, his face scrunching up. "It does... smell a bit."

He took two steps back as he spoke, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly, "I sweated too much while playing ball and didn't have time to change... I'm sorry, Minister, I didn't notice."

Yukimura looked at Mochizuki Ryo's self-righteous attitude with gentle and indulgent eyes, but still reached out and patted his arm, "Don't bully Akaya."

Mochizuki Ryou snorted, said nothing, but quietly moved closer to Yukimura, almost touching him.

Seeing that he had calmed down and looked away, Yukimura turned to Kirihara and said gently, "It's alright. It's good that you have the intention. Train hard, and I'll be waiting to see your progress."

"Mmm!" Kirihara nodded vigorously, as if he had received a royal decree, and happily ran off to collect the potato chips and pudding that Marui had given him earlier.

Niou watched the whole thing from the side, leaned on Yagyu's shoulder, and smiled so hard his fox-like eyes curved into crescents. "Puri~ Akane was rejected too."

"It's not that I'm being disliked."

Yagyu adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice, "It's because I'm guarding against it. The kind of guarding that comes from possessing food."

Is there a difference?

"Yes. Being disliked is a matter of taste. Being guarded against is a matter of distance."

Niou chuckled softly, his braid swaying behind his shoulder. Just as he was about to say something, Yagyu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his swaying braid again.

"Yaji, you were sweating quite a bit when you were rubbing against my shoulder just now."

Niou's expression froze for a moment. "Hiro~ let go."

"You should say you're not going to post it."

"I'm not putting it on anymore, let go!"

Niou pulled the braid back from Yagyu's hand and wrapped it around his fingertip again.

He glanced at Yagyu and wisely refrained from resting his head on Yagyu's shoulder again. However, he remained close to Yagyu, keeping a distance that allowed him to lean in at any moment.

Liu Sheng sighed but did not push the person away.

Marui took a new piece of chewing gum out of his pocket, unwrapped it, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

He glanced at Kirihara, then at Mochizuki Ryo, before turning to Kuwabara beside him and saying, "Jack, look at Ryo, he really looks like a puppy guarding its food."

Kuwahara nodded憨厚ly, "Indeed. But the minister seems quite used to it."

"So, do you think Ling will give Hyotei extra training after we go back?"

Kuwabara thought for a moment, "Given his personality, he definitely will."

"Then we'll have to get involved too?"

"It should be."

Marui paused for two seconds, then chewed his gum even harder. "Oh well, I'm used to it anyway. Besides, the new training program will definitely be even tougher than the training camp, so it's too early to complain."

Kuwabara patted him on the shoulder, "Let's do our best together!"

"This is the only way."

Sanada glanced at his watch, walked up to Yukimura, and said, "Seiichi, we should go. If we go back any later, we won't have enough time for afternoon training."

Yukimura nodded. "Okay, be careful on the road."

Sanada turned around, his dark eyes under the brim of his hat sweeping across everyone's faces. "Everyone, get ready to go to school."

The Rikkai University members immediately sprang into action.

Kirihara ran back a couple of steps with his bag in his arms, then turned back and waved to Mochizuki Ryo, "Senpai! See you at the Kanto Tournament!"

Mochizuki Ryou smiled at him, "I hope your backhand will be perfected by the time of the Kanto Tournament."

Kirihara snorted and turned to run back to the group.

Marui, carrying the unfinished dessert box, waved to Yukimura as she passed by. "Captain, we're off now! You get some rest! We'll bring you the new strawberry cake when you get back to school!"

"Okay." Yukimura nodded with a smile.

Kuwabara followed behind Marui, carrying the remaining barbecue ingredients, and bowed to Yukimura, saying, "Goodbye, Captain."

Niou peeked out from beside Yagyu, waved his paw, and smiled with his fox-like eyes. "Puri~ Captain, when you come back, we will all be stronger."

"Coach Ling, see you in the finals! Don't let Seigaku eliminate you in the first round."

Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow and gave him a provocative smile. "Don't worry, I'll definitely be able to wait for you. As for you, don't lose to Yinhua."

"How is that possible!" Kirihara immediately bristled. "A team like Ginka is someone we could easily beat!"

Sanada glared at him. "You're too relaxed! No opponent should be underestimated."

Kirihara shrank back after being scolded and dared not say another word.

Yagyu adjusted his glasses and bowed slightly. "Yukimura, take care of yourself."

Sanada and Yanagi walked at the very back.

Sanada glanced back at Yukimura and Mochizuki Ryo, who were standing by the court. His lips twitched under his hat brim, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

"Genichiro, is there anything else?" Yukimura asked.

Sanada was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "You... get some rest. Renji and I will make sure the training goes well. We absolutely won't slack off."

"I know." Yukimura nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."

Liu nodded slightly to Yukimura. "We'll be going now. I'll send you the training menu tonight."

"it is good."

As everyone walked out of the courtyard, the moment the gate closed, the courtyard fell silent. Only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirping of cicadas in the distance remained.

Mochizuki Ryo stretched and flexed her wrists, then turned to look at Yukimura, her azure eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Alright, everyone else is gone. Now it's our turn."

He clapped his hands, a hint of pride in his voice, "Now, the Moon Gazing Brand's exclusive rehabilitation trainer is officially on duty!"

Yukimura looked at him, his reflection shimmering in his violet-blue eyes, and couldn't help but smile. "Then, Instructor Mochizuki, shall we begin now?"

"certainly."

Wang Yueling bent down and picked up the sports bag from the ground, taking out a notebook and a pen from it. "I've made a full fifty-page rehabilitation plan. I guarantee you'll be back to your peak within a month."

He grabbed Yukimura's hand and led him to the living room. "Let's go inside first. It's too hot outside; you're more likely to get heatstroke. Besides, the living room floor is flat, which is suitable for basic testing. After the tests, we'll determine a rehabilitation plan based on your current recovery progress."

Yukimura held the blue-purple rehabilitation racket in his hand, letting him pull it along. The other man's palm was pressed against his wrist, so close that he could feel the pulse beating, strong and steady.

Wang Yueling's hands were warm, and his grip on them was firm but not heavy.

The living room was cool, with the air conditioner blowing a gentle breeze. On the coffee table sat an unfinished bottle of plum syrup, its glass jar covered in fine droplets of water.

Wang Yueling put his bag on the sofa and went to the kitchen to get two cups. He poured two cups of plum syrup, handed one to Yukimura, and took a big gulp of the other himself.

The sweet and sour liquid slid down my throat, dispelling the summer heat.

"Let's take a two-minute break."

Wang Yueling sat on the sofa, opened her notebook, and said, "Let me tell you about today's training. It's very simple, just three things: arm strength test, core stability training, and lower limb balance test."

He squatted down and took out an elastic band, a hand gripper, and a small balance board from his racket bag, his movements as practiced as a professional rehabilitation therapist.

"Let's test your arm strength first."

After resting, Mochizuki Ryo stood up, tied one end of the resistance band to the sofa armrest, and handed the other end to Yukimura. "This resistance band has a lot of tension, so take it slowly and feel the muscles in your arms working. Don't use your waist."

Yukimura nodded and gripped the elastic band.

He took a deep breath and slowly pulled the resistance band up to his chest. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his arms and revealing the gentle undulations of his muscles.

A fine layer of sweat gradually seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks to his chin.

Wang Yueling squatted down beside him, quickly taking notes in her notebook. The rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper was very soft. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze was frighteningly focused.

"Good. Hold for three seconds. Slowly put it back down." He spoke softly, afraid of disturbing Yukimura. "Five more times. Pay attention to your breathing; exhale when you exert force."

Following his instructions, Yukimura pulled the resistance band repeatedly. His arms gradually began to ache, and sweat soaked the collar of his shirt.

He bit his lower lip, not stopping.

After finishing the last time, he loosened the resistance band and shook his arms. Mochizuki Ryo handed him a clean towel, then looked down and wrote something in her notebook.

"My arm strength has recovered well. It's improved by 15% since the test at the hospital last week." He looked up, his eyes full of smiles. "Next up is core stability. Plank, just hold it for thirty minutes."

Yukimura draped a towel around his neck, lay face down on the yoga mat, supported himself with his elbows, and stretched his body into a straight line.

Wang Yueling knelt beside him, holding a timer in her hand, her eyes fixed on the second hand. "Start."

Time passed by, second by second.

The living room was quiet, with only the ticking of the timer. Sweat beaded on Yukimura's back, and his abdominal muscles trembled slightly.

He gritted his teeth and didn't budge an inch.

Looking at his tense profile, Mochizuki Ryou reached out and gently tucked the damp strands of hair from Yukimura's forehead behind his ear. As her fingertips touched his warm skin, Yukimura's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

"Thirty seconds left."

Wang Yueling withdrew her hand, pretending to look at the timer nonchalantly, "Hang in there."

Thirty minutes later, Yukimura lay sprawled on the yoga mat, panting heavily. Sweat dripped onto the mat, leaving small damp patches.

Wang Yueling squatted down and handed him a cup of plum syrup.

"Great. Core stability also meets the requirements."

He ruffled Yukimura's hair; it felt soft to the touch. "The last exercise is lower body balance. Stand on one leg on the balance board and hold that position for fifteen minutes."

Yukimura took a sip of plum syrup, caught his breath, and stood up, placing one foot on the balance board. He wobbled a little at first, but quickly regained his balance.

He spread his arms to maintain his balance, his blue-violet eyes looking at Wang Yueling.

Mochizuki Ryo held the timer, a smile playing on his lips. He deliberately shook the edge of the balance board, causing Yukimura's body to sway slightly before quickly regaining its balance.

"Don't cause trouble." Yukimura glared at him, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"I didn't," Wang Yueling blinked innocently. "I was testing your emergency response capabilities."

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

Yukimura stumbled as soon as his feet touched the ground after he stepped off the balance board. Mochizuki Ryou quickly reached out to support his waist, her palm against his warm skin.

Be careful.

He helped Yukimura sit down in a chair, then picked up his notebook, turned to a new page, and said, "All the tests just now went well. I've talked to Dr. Laurent and Professor Zhang about your condition. They said that your current recovery is good enough for you to play."

As he spoke, he scribbled and drew in his notebook. The pen tip traced smooth lines on the paper, and soon a detailed training plan was drawn up.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll increase the intensity. We'll do strength training in the morning and practice ball control and footwork in the afternoon. We'll play a scrimmage once a week." He looked up, his bright blue eyes full of seriousness. "At this rate, by the time the Kanto Tournament finals come around, you'll be back to over 80% of your peak condition."

"So starting tomorrow, we can increase the intensity of our training. We'll do an hour of strength training in the morning and an hour of ball training in the afternoon. We'll mainly practice serves and baseline rallies, gradually getting back into the game."

Yukimura listened to him without saying a word.

His gaze fell on Wang Yueling's face, watching his serious expression, his slightly pursed thin lips, and the way his eyelashes trembled gently as he spoke.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on Wang Yueling's golden hair like a sprinkle of gold dust. His profile was smooth and gentle, and his azure eyes seemed to hold the clear summer sky.

Yukimura's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Tomorrow," he suddenly spoke, his voice very soft, "aren't you supposed to be guarding Hyotei?"

Wang Yueling raised her head and met his eyes.

"The first match of the Kanto Tournament is the day after tomorrow, Hyotei vs. Seigaku." Yukimura's fingertips lightly caressed the glass, his tone sounding nonchalant. "You, as the substitute coach, coming all the way to Kanagawa to give me rehabilitation training, isn't that a bit of an overreaction?"

Wang Yueling looked at his slightly pursed lips and suddenly smiled.

He moved closer, so close to Yukimura that he could smell the faint floral scent on him.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his voice. "So Seiichi was worried that I would interfere with Hyotei's training."

Yukimura turned his face away, refusing to look at him. "I just think that as a coach, you should stay with your team."

"Oh dear, now that you mention it... it does seem to be true."

Mochizuki Ryo feigned sudden realization, patted his forehead, frowned, and said seriously, "Hyotei has an intra-school selection tournament tomorrow to choose the final starting lineup. It doesn't seem right for me, as their coach, to be absent."

He glanced at Yukimura furtively and saw that the corners of his mouth were turned down and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"I was originally planning," Mochizuki Ryou continued, her voice tinged with a hint of feigned regret, "to play a few rounds with you tomorrow, and secretly teach you how to use 'Snow Vanishing Without a Trace.' But since you think I should go back to Hyotei, I won't be coming tomorrow. Anyway, Hyotei is quite busy."

As he spoke, he deliberately sighed and picked up his notebook, pretending to pack his things.

Yukimura's face instantly darkened.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Yueling's pretentious act, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashing in his eyes. He didn't say anything more, but simply switched the cup in his right hand to his left, then reached out and pinched Wang Yueling's waist hard.

"Ouch..." Mochizuki Ryo gasped in pain, nearly dropping her notebook. "Mon dieu! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Seiichi, you hit me way too hard!"

He quickly grabbed Yukimura's hand, enveloping it in his own palm. "I was wrong! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"