r18novel Chapter 53 My tennis is number one in the world
Chapter 53 My tennis is number one in the world
His heart skipped a beat.
The small print flashed for two seconds and then disappeared.
He stared at the screen.
9:10, 9:20, 9:30.
The small text never appeared again. The dialog box remained silent, as if those few seconds had just been his hallucination.
He placed his phone on his lap, a vague sense of unease rising within him, like the moon obscured by thin clouds, unable to let its light through.
Looking down at the lilies of the valley at my feet.
Then he remembered what his grandmother had just said.
"Now that you've mentioned it, I'm eager to get it done."
My grandfather wasn't trying to please her or show off; he just wanted her to see it as soon as possible because she had asked. No need to wait until tomorrow, no need to wait for the right time—he wanted to do what he wanted.
It's not about thinking, it's about doing.
He suddenly stood up.
The small chair tipped backward from his knee, hitting a stone by the flowerbed with a sharp crack. He immediately pulled out his phone to contact his assistant; his voice was hoarse, but his tone was crisp and efficient.
"Prepare the car, let's go to Jinjing General Hospital."
After hanging up the phone, he went back inside to change his coat. As he passed through the living room, he glanced at the clock on the wall.
9:40.
The black sedan smoothly drove into the hospital's inpatient department, and Wang Yueling got out. The night breeze was a little cooler than before. He put his hands in his coat pockets and glanced up at the sixth floor.
The windows are dark.
He felt a slight sense of relief, thinking that the person was probably already asleep, so he didn't plan to go upstairs, but only intended to sit downstairs for a while before going back.
My gaze casually swept over the rooftop terrace.
A slender figure stood in the darkness, the night wind ruffling the hem of his clothes, a familiar sight that made his heart tighten.
There is no reason, no basis.
He knew it was Yukimura Seiichi.
Just like the first time he came to the hospital, he saw the same boy in the same spot. The secretly taken photo on his phone was taken from this angle, hidden in the most secret place in the album.
His steps moved uncontrollably toward the hospital building. The elevator numbers ticked up, and his heart pounded slightly. He raised his hand to touch the little duck headband on his forehead, a strange tension creeping in. He couldn't let his hoarse voice ruin his image.
He walked to the rooftop door, and just like when they first met, he gently knocked on the door a few times, then slowly pushed it open.
The moonlight rushed in instantly, spreading a soft, white light across the cement floor.
The person stood on the edge of the rooftop, one hand gripping the barbed wire fence, and turned around. The sleeves of their hospital gown billowed in the wind, and the blue and white stripes turned a pale gray in the moonlight. Their bluish-purple hair was disheveled by the wind, with a few strands hanging down their forehead.
The moment Yukimura Seiichi saw him, his eyes widened slightly.
It wasn't shock, it was bewilderment.
That feeling of being thinking about someone and then that person suddenly appears in front of you, leaving you stunned. He had just seen a car downstairs and wondered for a moment if it might be him.
But I only thought about it.
I never really thought that Mochizuki Ryo would appear behind this door.
The boy stood at the door, wearing a light yellow duck headband on his forehead, a silly smile curving his lips. Just like the first time we met, his eyes were bright, as if he had invisible ears and a tail that would sway gently whenever he saw him.
Yukimura couldn't help but smile, a faint smile appearing in his eyes, and he spoke softly.
"Why are you just standing there grinning like an idiot and not saying anything?"
Mochizuki Ryo's throat tightened; he really didn't want to ruin his image in front of Yukimura with his hoarse voice. But remaining silent for too long was inappropriate, so he took a deep breath and uttered two words in a hoarse voice.
"Seiichi".
His voice was incredibly hoarse, rough, and short, just like Donald Duck's.
Looking at the duck headband on his head and hearing that shout, Yukimura finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. His shoulders trembled slightly, his eyes crinkled into a smile, and the night wind scattered his laughter across the rooftop.
Wang Yueling didn't speak, but walked over and stood at the edge of the rooftop. The barbed wire was a little cold under her fingers, and the smell of rust wafted to her nose on the night breeze.
The two stood side by side, looking down at the courtyard. The night breeze was cool, and neither spoke first. The silence wasn't awkward; rather, it felt like being enveloped in warm water, so comfortable that one didn't want to break the silence.
Moonlight fell on their shoulders, casting long, soft shadows.
"Why are you here?"
Yukimura's voice was very soft, almost inaudible in the wind. He didn't turn around, still looking downstairs. But his hand was lowered from the barbed wire and hung at his side.
Wang Yueling gently scratched at the iron mesh with his fingertips and began to speak. His voice was still hoarse, but he tried to speak slowly and clearly.
I guess you might need me.
Yukimura moved his hand at his side, his fingertips unconsciously curling up, his fingertips gently pressing against the seam of his trousers.
He was indeed restless. He was having surgery tomorrow, and even if he had remained calm these past few days, some turmoil was inevitable. Earlier, sitting in the hospital room, my finger unconsciously tapped the chat window, but I couldn't find a suitable reason to disturb him.
Hyotei's training is already so tiring, he shouldn't add to their troubles.
So he went up to the rooftop alone to let the wind blow away the chaos.
Unexpectedly, this person came directly to us.
Without any preamble or excuse, just the simple phrase "I guess you need me" struck straight into the softest part of my heart.
Feeling the slight chill of the night, Mochizuki Ryo reached out and grasped Yukimura's wrist.
The moment his hand encircled Yukimura's wrist, he felt Yukimura's body temperature. Slightly lower than his own, chilled by the night breeze. His wrist was slender, the cuffs of his hospital gown hanging loosely over it. He didn't use force, just a gentle encirclement.
"It gets cool at night."
His voice was still hoarse, and he cracked two of the four words, but he didn't care.
"Let's go back to the ward."
His tone was gentle, carrying an undeniable tenderness.
Before Yukimura could react, he was pulled away from the edge of the rooftop. The warmth of the boy's palm seeped through his thin clothes. He was led forward like that, his steps light and soft, without even a thought of resistance.
The evening breeze swept past them, carrying a faint fragrance that lingered on their fingertips.
Only after the ward door was gently closed did Wang Yueling release her hand, her movements perfectly measured and without the slightest overstepping of boundaries.
Only a small nightlight was on in the room, its warm glow spilling across the walls, creating a soft, hazy atmosphere. A faint smell of disinfectant mingled with a barely perceptible floral fragrance, and the room was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.
Yukimura sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the person before him, and his chaotic thoughts suddenly calmed down. As long as this person was there, he felt at ease, as if all his unease could be gently soothed.
The tension, anxiety, and worry hidden deep in my heart slowly subsided at this moment.
"Tomorrow..." he said softly, his voice so soft it almost blended into the night.
Wang Yueling cut him off before he could speak. Her voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a magical power, steadily supporting his unspoken unease.
"all the best."
Those four simple words calmed all my anxieties.
Yukimura smiled, his eyes curving gently, his gaze falling on Yukimura's tense throat, his tone carrying a hint of concern.
"Your voice is so hoarse after just one day? Weren't you at tennis practice today?"
Wang Yueling raised her hand to touch the hairband on her head, a hint of smugness appearing in her eyes, and slowly explained in a hoarse voice.
"I'm the substitute coach."
Yukimura blinked; the news did indeed surprise him. "A substitute coach?"
"Hmm." He straightened his headband, positioning the design in the center of his forehead. "Like you, I'm a tennis coach. But unlike you, I don't play."
Yukimura looked quietly into his eyes, as if confirming the weight of his words. Then his eyebrows lifted slightly, a look of "I see."
"I thought you were a member of the department."
"No." He smiled, his voice still hoarse, but there was a hint of pride in his tone that he couldn't hide. "That Atobe guy, not just anyone can get him to agree."
Yukimura understood.
His fingers tapped lightly on the blanket, and his gaze towards Wang Yueling changed. It wasn't a gentle gaze, but a gaze filled with heat and fighting spirit.
He had long suspected that Mochizuki Ryo possessed profound tennis skills, but the fact that she could earn Atobe Keigo's heartfelt offer of the coaching position speaks volumes about her abilities.
He really wanted to have a match with the person in front of him.
This desire is almost instinctive, requiring no thought or judgment. When faced with a worthy opponent, the body reacts before the brain.
The thought had just formed when her emotions subsided slightly, and she gently clenched the bed sheet with her fingertips.
He can't fight right now.
Wang Yueling noticed his subtle movements and saw through his thoughts.
"I've been waiting for you to come back to the court," he said earnestly. "When you're all better, we'll play a game."
Yukimura looked up at him.
"I'm the best tennis player in the world." Wang Yueling said this with a particularly smug expression, his lips curled up and his little tiger teeth showing. "I'm self-proclaimed. Your team might not be able to beat the one I lead."
Yukimura was amused by him.
"Rikkai University has won every single battle."
"That was before." Mochizuki Ryou leaned back in his chair, deliberately drawing out his words. "Once I've trained Hyotei, things might be different for you."
"You are very confident."
"Of course."
Seeing his smug expression, Yukimura's gloomy mood instantly dissipated. This person could always accurately capture his emotions and then subtly pull him back from his slump, with just the right amount of gentleness, never making him feel deliberate.
"I'm looking forward to that day," he replied softly, his voice sincere and frank, the fighting spirit clearly visible in his eyes.