MM Racing Chapter 126 I am Jing City's little dog
Chapter 126 I am Jing City's little dog
Wang Yueling pushed open the car door, raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight, and squinted her azure eyes as she looked at the school gate in front of her.
Rikkai University's main gate is a typical example of traditional Japanese architecture.
The dark brown solid wood structure bears the patina of time, and the heavy stone base is solid and stable. Above the door, the ancient characters "Rikka University Affiliated Junior High School" are written with vigorous strokes. Two symmetrical pine and cypress trees stand in front of the door, growing lush and green, their branches spreading out, exuding a dignified and upright aura.
The school gate has no superfluous decorations, yet it exudes an undeniable solemnity and grandeur, like a seated warrior quietly overlooking the people coming and going.
"So this is what Rikkai looks like."
With his hands in his pockets, Mochizuki Ryo walked slowly forward, his blond hair swaying gently in the wind. He turned his head to look at Atobe, "Completely different styles from Hyotei."
Atobe followed behind him, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, and his icy blue eyes swept over the solemn and majestic school gate.
"It's just so-so."
He raised his hand to straighten his cuffs, his tone carrying his usual arrogance, "It's far inferior to Hyotei's gilded gate."
"It's definitely far from good."
When Mochizuki Ryo said this, there was a hint of teasing in her tone, "Hyotei engraves the words 'I'm rich' on every single brick. Here, the word 'majesty' is infused into the air."
"Are you praising me or insulting me?" Atobe glanced at him.
"Of course it's a compliment."
Mochizuki Ryo explained confidently, "I like both styles. Hyotei is like a European palace, while Rikkai is like a Kyoto temple. One is flamboyant, and the other is understated. They each have their own merits."
He paused, glanced back into the school gate, and softened his tone.
"This is where Seishi studies."
Atobe noticed the change in his tone and rolled his eyes.
Lost in his own world, Mochizuki Ryo didn't notice and continued, "Seishi told me that he grows a lot of flowers on the school rooftop. There are daisies and succulents, and he takes care of them all himself. He waters them every morning and checks on them again when the sun is shining at noon."
As he spoke, he unconsciously moved his feet toward the teaching building, his face full of longing, wishing he could rush up there right now to see the small plants that Yukimura had planted.
"After the lottery is over, I'll have Sanada and the others take me to the rooftop for a stroll."
Atobe's temple throbbed as he looked at him. He reached out and grabbed Mochizuki Ryo by the back of his collar, pulling him back with a tone full of disdain.
"Machikazuki Ryo, can't you act like a Hyotei coach at all?"
"You become completely out of control whenever Yukimura Seiichi is mentioned. You're like a little dog wagging its tail so hard it's about to break when it hears its owner is coming to pick it up. Aren't you ashamed?"
"It's not shameful."
Mochizuki Ryou pulled her hand away from his and straightened her collar with a self-righteous air. "I've always been Seishi's little dog."
"You admitted it so readily."
Atobe glanced at him. "But I advise you to tone it down. This isn't Hyotei. If the Rikkai students see you acting all 'Yukimura is right,' it won't just be you who loses face."
"Losing face is only my face, not Hyotei's." Mochizuki Ryo grinned. "Besides, I've long since lost all sense of image at Rikkai. Seiichi's teammates all know what kind of person I am."
"It's hopeless."
Atobe rolled his eyes again, crossed his arms, raised his chin high, and said in an unquestionable tone, "I'm warning you, don't even think about transferring to Rikkai University."
"Even if you submit a resignation application, I won't sign it. Coach Sakaki has already spoken to the school; you're stuck with Hyotei this year, no matter what."
"Oh dear, you've discovered my little secret."
Mochizuki Ryo feigned surprise, covering her mouth with amusement in her eyes, and deliberately dragged out her words, "I was thinking of transferring to Rikkai University to be in the same class as Seiichi after he was discharged from the hospital. It would be so nice to go to school together, train together, and go home together every day."
"Besides, even if I transfer to Rikkai, I will still help Hyotei train."
"No need."
Atobe snorted coldly and walked straight toward the auditorium without looking to either side. "Hyotei isn't so destitute that it needs someone from another school to guide it. If you dare to run away, I'll have Butler Haruno donate all your cotton dolls to an orphanage."
"You dare!"
Mochizuki Ling instantly bristled and chased after him, her tone laced with urgency, "Those were all made with my hard work. Especially that limited edition set from Seishi City, if you dare touch it, I'll uproot all the roses in your house and plant foxtail grass instead."
"You try it." Atobe stopped and glared back defiantly.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned their faces away at the same time, their lips curving upwards involuntarily.
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore."
Wang Yueling started walking again. "I'll go draw lots first. After I draw lots, I definitely have to go to the rooftop to take a look. Jing Shi said that his succulents are overflowing their pots, and he even said he'd give me the cutest one."
Atobe didn't say anything, but his pace quickened unconsciously. He wasn't in a hurry to draw lots; he was afraid that if this guy kept nagging, his ears would get calluses.
The two walked side by side along the main path paved with bluestone.
Tall cherry trees lined both sides of the road, their dense green leaves casting dappled shadows on the ground. Occasionally, a breeze would blow, rustling the leaves and carrying the characteristic heat of summer.
Along the way, students wearing Rikkai University uniforms would steal glances at them and then huddle together, whispering amongst themselves.
"Do you think that when Seishi usually walks this road, he strolls along slowly like we are now?" Mochizuki Ryo glanced at the Rikkai University students a few times and suddenly asked.
Atobe paused, then turned to look at him.
"Can't you just shut up for once today?"
"Nothing happened to me."
"From the moment you got off the train until now, you haven't stopped talking about Yukimura."
"That's because there are traces of Seishi everywhere here." Mochizuki Ryou pointed to the flower bed by the roadside. "Look at the flowers in that flower bed, they might have been planted by Seishi."
Atobe glanced at the flower bed, then at Mochizuki Ryou.
"Those were planted by the school's landscaping workers."
How did you know?
"Because there's a sign that says 'Under Maintenance' on it."
Wang Yueling followed his gaze and saw a small wooden sign next to the flower bed that read, "Prune regularly, please do not touch."
He was silent for two seconds.
"That was also grown in Jingshi."
Atobe took a deep breath and decided not to stoop to the level of this person who had been poisoned by Yukimura. If they continued talking, he feared he might lose control and start a fight at Rikkai.
The two turned a corner and arrived at the entrance of Rikkai Auditorium, where they saw two boys wearing the same white shirts standing there.
Tezuka Kunimitsu stood with his back to them, his posture as upright as a pine tree, the top button of his white shirt fastened meticulously. Oishi Shuichiro stood beside him, looking down at the lottery process sheet in his hand, his signature M-shaped bangs swaying gently with his movements.
"That's quite a coincidence." Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow and muttered to herself.
Hearing footsteps, Daishi looked up, froze for a moment when he saw them, then smiled gently, walked down the steps, and extended his hand.
"Atobe-kun, Mochizuki-kun, it's been a long time." His voice was gentle, and his manner was perfectly polite. "I didn't expect to run into you so early."
"Oishi-kun." Atobe nodded slightly and symbolically shook his hand.
Ryo Mochizuki also extended his hand and gently shook hands with Oishi. Then he turned to Tezuka, who also turned around, his brown eyes calm and undisturbed.
"Tezuka-kun." Mochizuki Ryo thought that although there had been some conflict before, shaking hands with one hand or two hands was the same as shaking hands, so he smiled and extended his hand.
Tezuka also reached out and shook hands with him.
His palms were cool, and there were thick calluses on his fingertips and between his thumb and forefinger, which were caused by years of holding a tennis racket.
Wang Yueling's gaze inadvertently swept over his left elbow, where the shirt sleeve was neat and there was nothing unusual about it.
But Mochizuki Ryou knew that there was a "time bomb" hidden inside that could almost destroy this person's entire career.
His thoughts drifted far away, recalling the brutal "Battle of the Two Departments" from the original storyline.
It must be admitted that Kunimitsu Tezuka is indeed one of the top players in Japanese junior tennis.
His talent, fundamentals, tactical awareness, and presence are all on par with Yukimura, Sanada, and Atobe. If he hadn't injured his arm and had turned professional earlier, his future on the world stage would have been limitless.
such a pity.
Wang Yueling shook her head slightly in her heart.
This person is too rigid and too stubborn.
They are tightly bound by the title of "pillar of Seigaku".
A first-year student was maliciously injured in the elbow by a senior student. He did not seek redress, did not receive thorough treatment, did not report the risk to the coach, and did not tell his teammates about the injury.
He kept it a secret and endured it, letting a minor strain turn into a lifelong ailment.
As for why it's for life?
That's because he went to Germany for treatment after the Kanto Tournament, long past the optimal treatment period, and the chances of him recovering were almost zero.
Given his physical condition, he wouldn't have gone far after embarking on his professional career.
and also……
Coach Ryuzaki of Seigaku.
She had been a coach for over 30 years. Knowing that Tezuka was injured, she didn't pay much attention to his recovery. Instead, she arranged for him to play continuously, competing in both doubles and singles, and playing a full range of high-intensity matches.
That's incredibly irresponsible.
Tezuka brought this upon himself, never refusing, never arguing, and never giving his body a chance to rest.
This isn't obedience; it's blind loyalty.
They value obeying the rules and the coach more than their own athletic career or their professional dreams.
What's even more ridiculous is that he still clings to Seigaku's old and rigid team rules.
Being confined by vague concepts like "senior students and juniors, department head responsibilities, and Seigaku traditions," they dare not break the established pattern, do not know how to flexibly adjust training, and do not know how to take turns resting.
He has forced himself onto the pedestal of a "perfect minister," making it impossible for him to back down.
Little do people know that true leaders are those who set rules and balance the team, not those who are bound by tradition and regulations.
For the sake of winning a junior high school competition, and for the title of minister, he personally jeopardized his career prospects.
In Wang Yueling's view, this was "putting the cart before the horse and being extremely foolish."
Moreover, are those people from Seigaku really worth such a sacrifice?