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

Chapter 105 The victor will only be me.

The reason for doing this is...

He had just made a grand entrance, hoping to garner everyone's attention and admiration.

But when he glanced at the sidelines, he noticed that the only variable, "Wang Yueling," was staring at his phone screen with a silly grin on his face.

He didn't even look up to see his grand entrance.

They didn't show any interest in supporting them at all.

Therefore, the clothes came to have "their own ideas".

The boys on the sidelines were still immersed in this sudden shower of roses.

Seeing this hilarious scene, they couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs and bending over, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably, laughing so hard they could barely stand up straight.

Seeing this, Feng quickly stepped forward, reached out and took the coat off Wang Yueling's face, folded the coat and draped it over her arm.

"Senior, are you alright?"

"fine."

Wang Yue Ling gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, raised her head, and stared straight at Atobe on the court with her bright blue eyes.

As Atobe was adjusting his collar, he felt Atobe's gaze, turned his head, and the upturned corner of his mouth clearly said, "I did it on purpose."

Wang Yueling gritted her teeth and turned off her phone screen. She had just been editing a message for Yukimura when Atobe's clothes gave her a hard "slap in the face."

He put his phone in his pocket and snorted irritably.

The people of Hyotei didn't react much to the shower of petals. The non-regulars were the same, since their captains had already put on a spectacular show at the opening ceremony earlier this year.

It's become commonplace now.

Let alone rose petals, they wouldn't be surprised if Atobe shot down an asteroid from the sky one day.

It's different at Rikkai University.

It was the first time they had ever witnessed Atobe's lavish and extravagant entrance, and their eyes were filled with wonder.

The bubble Marui blew popped silently, and a petal landed right on the tip of his nose. He blinked, looked down at the petal, then looked up at the petals still floating in the sky.

Niou opened his palm and caught a falling rose petal. He brought the petal close to his eyes, looked at it, smelled it, then turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Yagyu.

"Real flower petals. I thought I was just hallucinating because I didn't sleep well last night, but I didn't expect this person to be serious."

Liu Sheng removed the flower petal stuck on his glasses, maintaining his elegant posture and slightly raising the corners of his mouth. "Honestly, if you didn't know better, you'd think we were attending a lawn wedding."

"Now that you mention it, I can picture it in my mind. Pupina~"

Kirihara scooped up a few petals from the ground and turned to grab Marui beside him: "Marui-senpai, look! These are real petals! Not fake, artificial petals!"

Marui also picked up a petal, rubbed it, and got a little red juice on his fingertip. He brought it close to his nose and smelled it, his eyes filled with shock.

"Where did all these fresh petals come from? There isn't a single rose in the manor."

Kirihara held a small handful of rose petals, his black curly hair swaying with his head, and his big, round eyes were full of curiosity.

"That's right, we've explored the entire estate these past few days, and we haven't even seen a single rose petal."

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he squeezed through the crowd, holding the flower petals, and ran to Wang Yueling's side, looking up at him with eyes full of admiration.

"Senpai, senpai! How did Captain Atobe conjure all these things? They just suddenly floated down from the sky!"

He paused, lowered his voice, and leaned closer mysteriously with a hint of longing in his eyes.

"Did you teach him witchcraft? Can you teach me? I also want to be able to conjure up beautiful flower petals anytime! Super cool."

Wang Yueling looked down at the bright red petals in his palm, casually picked up two petals, twirled them, and slowly began to explain.

"The Atobe family has a large rose garden, and these petals were probably transported from their home."

"As for why it suddenly appeared..."

Halfway through her sentence, the butler of the wilderness happened to push an empty cart past, and Wang Yueling turned her head and glanced at him.

The butler stopped and bowed slightly: "These rose petals were prepared in advance by young master Atobe. He said they were to be used to set off a celebratory cannon salute at the end of the training camp."

Upon hearing this, Mochizuki Ryo turned to look at Atobe, who was still maintaining his elegant posture on the field.

Atobe was standing outside the court netting, his chin slightly raised, exuding an aura of "the whole world should be watching me".

He noticed Wang Yueling's gaze, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, a smile that looked utterly irritating.

Wang Yueling withdrew her gaze and looked at the butler, Yuanye.

"The original plan was to release it when I announced the end of the training camp that night."

"Yes. Young Master Atobe told us to wait for his signal."

"Why didn't you play it when I announced the end? Wasn't it spectacular enough?"

The butler did not deny it, but smiled slightly, "Perhaps... young master Atobe feels that he needs a more spectacular opening than a spectacular closing."

Mochizuki Ryo was silent for two seconds, then turned her gaze away from the butler and shrugged at Kirihara, whose eyes were full of expectation.

"Did you hear that?"

"It's just a carefully planned little setup; there's no magical witchcraft involved."

Kirihara stood there, holding the flower petals, his mouth opening and closing.

He glanced at Mochizuki Ryo, then at Atobe, who exuded an aura of "I am the most magnificent," and finally looked down at the petals in his palm.

"So..." His voice carried a sense of disillusionment, as if a dream had been shattered, "It really wasn't witchcraft?"

"no."

"And you can't do magic tricks either?"

"cannot."

Kirihara pouted, tossed away the few petals, and turned to walk towards the Rikkai University group. After taking a couple of steps, he turned back, still unwilling to give up, and asked, "Really not possible?"

"It's really impossible."

Marui, who had overheard the entire conversation, burst out laughing. He blew a bubble and patted Kirihara on the back of the head.

"Wake up, this is reality, not a fantasy comic."

Kirihara covered the back of his head and glared at him, but didn't refute him.

Wang Yueling took out her phone again. In her chat with Yukimura, the unfinished message was still in the input box, the cursor blinking.

[Ling]: Seiichi, the match between Atobe and Sanada this afternoon...

He stared at the screen for two seconds, then continued typing what he hadn't finished, and sighed softly.

"As expected, in Atobe's eyes, showing off one's glamorousness is more important than anything else."

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On the other side of the court's perimeter fence, Sanada remained calm throughout.

He couldn't appreciate Atobe's flashy opening remarks at all. Completely unaffected by the romantic atmosphere around him, he adjusted his mindset and quietly waited for the match to begin.

For him, Atobe's extra opening shows were a waste of time; only the real competition on the court was what mattered.

After showcasing his brilliance, Atobe slowly walked over the netting and into the center of the court.

He looked intently at Sanada across from him, twirled the racket between his fingers, and slightly raised his chin.

"The winner will only be me."

Sanada didn't reply, but simply gripped his racket more firmly and walked to the net.

The two looked at each other across a net, then simultaneously extended their hands for a brief handshake.

But an invisible tension had already begun to spread, and without needing to say anything more, the fighting spirit in their eyes was even more evident.

Then Sanada stood up his racket, signaling to Atobe to guess.

"just."

Atobe's voice wasn't loud, but it was very firm.

Sanada didn't speak, but gently twirled the end of the racket handle with his fingertips. The racket spun rapidly on the ground a few times before the handle landed.

The letters are facing up.

The referee announced, "Correct. The serve belongs to Atobe."

Atobe's lips curved into a faint smile, a hint of composure in his eyes. Sanada remained calm, his expression unchanged, and silently turned to retreat to his own half of the field.

The two stood still, focused their minds, and fully entered a state of preparation for the competition.

Outside the perimeter netting, the spectators fell silent instantly, holding their breath and fixing their gazes on the court.

Liu slowly opened the notebook she carried with her and turned to the page dedicated to Atobe Keigo's records.

The paper was filled with data from every public match Atobe had played from the year before last to the present.

Serve success rate, score distribution, physical fitness curve, psychological fluctuations in crucial moments...

Each point is written clearly.

Based on data from previous years, Sanada, who has trained diligently for many years, is slightly stronger than Atobe overall.

But now, Atobe on the field... his aura is subdued, and his posture and expression are completely different from usual.

There are unknown variables everywhere.

Liu withdrew his gaze and turned to a new page. He wrote "Atobe" in the header, paused briefly on the paper with his pen, and then pressed harder.

The biggest variable in this match might not be Atobe, but rather the new coach of the Hyotei tennis club.

How much can Atobe improve after more than a month of training? There will definitely be some intensive training, and certain technical aspects may see significant improvement, but his overall strength...

It shouldn't be enough to shake Sanada's position.

should.

He mentally went over the two words twice, then pressed the pen tip heavily on the paper.

Kirihara clung to the net, took a deep breath, cupped his hands to his mouth, and shouted towards the field, "Vice-Captain! Go for it!"

The sound was so loud that Marui, who was standing next to him, shrank his neck.

Niou also raised his hand to pick at his ear, but didn't stop him. He looked at Sanada on the field, his fox-like eyes showing a more serious light than usual.

During these past few days of training camp, Sanada has been the most dedicated member of the Rikkai team.

He was scolded the most by Mochizuki Ryo and had the most training.

Several times at night, after the dormitory lights were turned off, he could hear the sound of balls being hit coming from the court, one hit after another, clearly audible in the night breeze.

He went out to see it once.

In the distance, I saw Sanada practicing his serve alone on the court. There were no lights, only moonlight, and I could hear the wind whistling as he swung his racket.

He didn't know how long Sanada had been training.

All I know is that he always shows up on time for the morning training the next day.

Everyone at Rikkai University knows how much effort he put in behind the scenes.

After Kirihara finished shouting, he squeezed next to Mochizuki Ryo, his kelp head bobbing back and forth, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Senior, will the vice minister win?"

Wang Yueling put her phone back in her pocket and looked at him: "What do you think?"

"I think the vice-captain will win." Kirihara clenched his fist. "The vice-captain has been training incredibly hard these past few days. He even practiced until after midnight last night."

Wang Yueling didn't reply, but reached out to ruffle his hair. As soon as her palm touched his stiff hair, she silently withdrew her hand.

Niou leaned against Yagyu, watching Sanada's retreating figure, and said lazily, "I bet a sports drink that Sanada wins. Anyone want to bet with me?"

"No betting." Yagyu pushed up his glasses. "As long as Sanada performs consistently enough, he has absolute strength in singles."

Marui chewed gum, his arms crossed over his chest. "Sanada is a black hole in doubles, but in singles he's the undisputed 'Emperor.' This victory is definitely Rikkai's."

Kuwabara nodded silently, but his eyes were firm.

The atmosphere at Hyotei was quite different. It wasn't tense, but rather a kind of unwavering certainty fueled by burning trust.

Mukahi clenched his fist, his red hair swaying in the wind: "The minister will win. He's sweated more this past month than all of us combined."

Oshitari's gaze fell on Atobe. "Atobe has indeed been in very good form lately. He's never one to cram at the last minute; he's always the first to finish his training every day."

Ryo Shishido stood to the side with his arms crossed, a few strands of his long hair blowing in the wind, his voice firm: "Atobe won't lose. Not only because he's trained the most and improved the most, but also because he's our captain."

"The King of Hyotei never disappoints his followers."

Jiro was wide awake and not dozing off. He fiddled with the wristband in his hand, looked at Atobe, then at Sanada, his eyes bright.

"Atobe is the best!!!"