readsfreenovel Chapter 141 Yukimura and His Bodyguard
Chapter 141 Yukimura and His Bodyguard
Yukimura crossed his arms, his violet-blue eyes sweeping over each of his teammates, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He still looks like that gentle and elegant young man.
But when he spoke, his voice carried an undeniable authority, like a taut bowstring, seemingly soft but actually sharp.
"It seems everyone is very motivated!"
He curved his eyebrows slightly, his gaze falling on Yanagi and Sanada. His tone remained gentle, yet carried the authority of a club president: "Genichiro, Renji."
Sanada and Yanagi responded simultaneously, "Yes."
"You guys revise the training menu. Use the Kanto Tournament finals as a benchmark and work backwards from there."
Yukimura spoke slowly, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Since Ryo said that Hyotei is absolutely confident of winning the Kanto Championship, then Rikkai should at least give something in return."
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire arena, his fingertips lightly tapping his arm. "From now on, we must win every match of the Kanto Tournament with an undefeated record."
Sanada immediately straightened his back, his dark eyes under the brim of his hat darkened, and his voice was as loud as a drumbeat, "Understood. I will keep an eye on everyone, and no one will let their guard down."
Liu, with her eyes half-closed, nodded in agreement, her pen gliding rapidly across the paper as she spoke at a steady pace.
"I will use the data from the training camp to reassess each person's weaknesses and areas for improvement. I will also increase specific training in receiving serves and long rallies, taking into account Hyotei's playing style."
"The new training plan will be drafted tonight and implemented starting tomorrow."
As soon as Liu finished speaking, Niou whistled and his braid swayed: "Puri~ The captain is right, this time we'll definitely show Hyotei our strength."
Marui opened his wide purple eyes and shook his head: "Absolutely, I don't want to lose to those guys from Hyotei."
Kirihara gripped his racket tightly, his eyes sparkling: "I'll practice hard, I definitely won't mess up this time!"
Looking at their high spirits, Yukimura's smile deepened, and his gentle tone concealed a sharp edge, "We must defend our sixteenth consecutive Kanto championship. We must also reclaim our three-peat at the national championship."
He paused, and the curve of his lips widened again, a little more pronounced than before. "After I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll need to rest at home for a week before I can go back to school. Genichiro and Renji will keep a close eye on the training during this week."
"I'll be back at school next week and I'll check your work one by one."
Kirito's previously excited face instantly fell, and he secretly swallowed. Niou slid off Yagyu's shoulder and subconsciously shrank back behind him.
"What if someone falls behind..."
Seeing their reactions, Yukimura's eyes flashed with a sly glint. He tilted his head and gave a gentle smile. "I'll be very sad."
In that instant, everyone saw the white lilies blooming behind him.
The petals are as white as snow, blooming one by one in the air, carrying a sense of holiness that makes people dare not look directly at them.
But that sense of holiness wasn't warm; it was cold.
The kind of cold that chills you to the bone.
Everyone at Rikkai University knows that the gentler the captain's smile, the more terrible the consequences. There's the overwhelming extra training, and the never-ending repetition of basic movements.
Just thinking about it makes my head tingle.
Sanada's Adam's apple bobbed. Yanagi's pen nib drew a line on the paper, leaving a small smudge of ink. Niou reached out and grabbed Yanagi's sleeve, but Yanagi didn't shake him off. Marui took out chewing gum from his pocket, glanced at it, and then put it back. Kuwabara silently lowered his head.
Kirihara hid behind Yanagi, only showing half of his head, his voice trembling slightly, "Captain... I, I will train hard and promise not to let you down."
Sanada replied in a deep voice, "I won't slack off; I'll keep a close eye on their training."
Niou's braid brushed against his partner's neck before sticking back to it lazily, saying, "I know, Captain, I'll definitely train well and not cause you any trouble."
Yagyu adjusted his glasses helplessly and said softly to Niou, "Just don't slack off."
Yukimura looked at them, a gentle smile spreading across his eyes. "Alright, the welcome dinner is over. Wasn't your original plan to go back to school for training after lunch?"
Sanada nodded. "Yes, I was delayed for a while because of Akaya's challenge."
"It's alright." Yukimura waved his hand. "It's still early. Everyone, cheer up and don't let me down."
"Yes, Minister!"
Everyone started packing their things, and the courtyard became lively again.
Marui stuffed the unfinished snacks into his bag, and Kuwabara helped him pick up the scattered empty cans and throw them in the trash can. Niou folded the used tissues and put them in his pocket, while Yagyu took both his and Niou's cups.
Liu closed his notebook and clipped the pen to the cover. Qieyuan put his racket into his bag, zipped it up, and slung it over his shoulder.
Yukimura walked up to them and carefully gave each of them some pointers.
Wang Yueling followed half a step behind Yukimura, her azure eyes curving into crescents.
He watched as Yukimura carefully instructed his teammates, his violet-blue eyes filled with earnestness and gentleness. That gentleness wasn't deliberate; it emanated from his very being.
But he didn't lose any of the ministerial authority he was expected to have.
Those "I'll be very sad" and "I'll check when I get back" were spoken as lightly as feathers, but they weighed more heavily on people's hearts than Sanada's fist.
Wang Yueling's lips curled up.
As expected of Seikichi.
He took a step forward, standing behind Yukimura, his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised.
Every time Yukimura said a word, he would make small, suggestive gestures behind his back.
Yukimura said, "Genichiro, send me a copy of the new menu when it's ready." Mochizuki Ryo, standing behind him, held up a finger and pointed in Sanada's direction, his expression clearly saying, "Did you hear me? Do it properly."
Sanada's face darkened, and he clenched his fists.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Yukimura turned his head and glanced at Mochizuki Ryo.
Wang Yueling immediately dropped all her funny expressions, stood up straight, put her hands behind her back, raised her chin slightly, and looked completely innocent, as if she hadn't done anything.
Its bright blue eyes blinked, so clear you could see right through them.
Yukimura's lips curved slightly, but he didn't say anything. He turned back and continued, "Masaharu, Hiroshi, the doubles team needs to continue to work on their synergy."
Mochizuki Ryou then made a "doubles" gesture with her hand from behind, pointed at Niou and Yagyu, and gave them a thumbs up, roughly meaning "You two are good."
Yukimura said, "Bunta, you still need to train your physical fitness."
Mochizuki Ryou stood behind him, hands on her hips, mimicking a running motion. Then she wrinkled her nose at Marui, bared her teeth, and her azure eyes were full of cunning.
Marui's face turned bright red; he wanted to glare at him but didn't dare to act recklessly in front of Yukimura.
Niou, suppressing a laugh, nudged Yagyu with his head and whispered, "Puri~ Look at Ling's arrogant attitude."
Yagyu pushed up his glasses, shook his head helplessly, and reached out to push Niou's head away a little.
"That's exactly who he is. Didn't you notice? Every time the minister said something, he would be pointing and commenting behind him. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the one saying those things."
"He's deliberately threatening us." Renwang shook his braid. "But to be honest, the Minister and Ling are indeed evenly matched in terms of presence."
Liu Sheng glanced at him.
"What kind of aura are you referring to?"
"A sense of oppression."
Ren-ou, unusually serious, said in a solemn tone, "When the minister speaks with a smile, you know he's threatening you, but you can't refute him. It's the same with Ling; when he scolds you with a smile, you can't refute him either."
Yagyu stroked his chin and remained silent for two seconds before uttering, "Perhaps that's why they were attracted to each other."
Niou chuckled but didn't reply.
Marui overheard their conversation, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, "Indeed. When the minister laughs, we get chills down our spines. When Ling laughs, we get chills down our spines too."
Kuwahara quietly added a comment from the side.
"In short... we can't afford to offend either of them."
The four people looked at each other and nodded in unison.
Kirihara stood next to Yanagi, not hearing what they were saying, but he saw Mochizuki Ryo gesturing and pointing behind Yukimura.
"You're so strange, senior."
He muttered under his breath, "Following behind the minister, like..."
He thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with a suitable word.
Liu stood beside him, remained silent for a moment, and then said something in a low voice.
"Like a bodyguard."
Kirihara paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Right, right, right! A bodyguard! The kind of bodyguard that's really fierce, senpai! But a bodyguard wouldn't be as attentive as senpai. I think he's more like..."
Hearing Kirihara's laughter, Mochizuki Ryo turned to look at him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Akaya, what are you laughing at?"
Qie Yuan stopped mid-sentence, covering his mouth and shaking his head frantically, "No, no! I wasn't laughing! Senior, you must have misheard!"
Mochizuki Ryou glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't ask any further questions. She turned back and continued to follow Yukimura closely.
Kirihara breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.
"That was close."
Marui walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said sympathetically, "Akaya, you're laughing too loudly."
"I just find it funny that you're following the department head." Kirihara lowered his voice even more this time, finishing what he hadn't finished saying before, "You don't look like a bodyguard, with that head-shaking and swaying manner, you look more like... a big golden retriever."
Marui's lips twitched, but he managed to suppress a laugh. "If Ling heard you say that, he'd definitely make you do extra training."
Kirihara shrank back, stubbornly insisting, "I won't let him hear that."
Sanada stood to the side and heard the entire conversation between the two. He glanced at Kirihara, wanting to say, "They're too relaxed," but swallowed the words back.
Because he felt that what Kirihara said... didn't seem to be wrong.
Liu stood to the side, his notebook already open, the pen tip gliding rapidly across the paper.
[Wang Yueling's Observation Record: Wang Yueling's Behavior Pattern Behind Yukimura - Close Following. Frequent Gestures and Rich Expressions.]
After he finished writing, he glanced at Wang Yueling again and added a sentence.
[Psychological Analysis: Mochizuki Ryo possesses an extremely strong possessive desire for Yukimura, manifesting as a "protective master" mentality. During Yukimura's reprimands, she uses body language to emphasize her own presence.]
He closed his notebook and nodded in satisfaction.
After Yukimura finished giving everyone his instructions, he asked, "Did everyone hear me clearly?"
"Understood!" the crowd answered in unison, their voices carrying a sense of do-or-die determination.
Niou finally snatched back the braid that had been caught, smoothed it with his hand, and tied it back up, muttering in dissatisfaction, "Hiro~ you were too rough with him just now."
Liu Li straightened his shirt, which had been wrinkled by his touch, and said in a flat tone, "It's your fault for clinging to me like that, it's so hot."
"But you feel cold."
Niou stretched, his bones cracking. He then clung to Yagyu, hanging on his partner's shoulder as if he had no bones.
Yagyu sighed helplessly as he was clung to him. "Masaharu, if you're hot, you can go take a shower."
"No. I'll still be hot after the shower." Niou rested his head on his shoulder, his little braid hanging down in front of his chest. "I won't be hot if I hang you like this."
"Stop messing around." Liu Sheng glared at him, unable to do anything about it.