bookbashuk Chapter 26 Liu Tells Stories, A Different Kind of Wangyue Ling
Chapter 26 Liu Tells Stories, A Different Kind of Wangyue Ling
He did not give a clear reason.
While tidying up the messy notebook, Liu stated the data he had guessed: "But judging from the content of his remarks, this person has a very strong sense of justice. The probability that he was just passing by and making comments is 76.3%, the probability that he couldn't stand Seigaku's double standards and moral blackmail and stood up to denounce them is 86%, and the probability that the Seigaku members were deeply moved by the conflict between the Fuji brothers and the malicious comments made by others is 95.5%."
"Therefore, his claim of being a 'passerby who stood up for justice' is quite credible."
"No matter what, this guy just transferred from France to Japan, yet he's so clear about the internal conflicts at Seigaku and can strike so accurately." Yagyu was very close to the window, and the faint light reflected from his flat, round glasses made it impossible to see his expression.
"This person is no ordinary individual!"
"Yes." Liu nodded, agreeing with Liu Sheng's words. "On the day of the conflict with Seigaku, he was taken away by Atobe, the captain of Hyotei Tennis Club. According to reliable sources, he can play tennis and has a close relationship with the coach of Hyotei Tennis Club. Although he has not joined Hyotei Tennis Club yet, based on all the data, the probability that he will join is 91.2%."
"I suppose... their strength is formidable."
Kirihara was incredibly excited when he heard Yanagi-senpai say that the guy was amazing at tennis. He climbed onto a chair, put his hands on his hips, and loudly proclaimed, "What's his name? As Rikkai's ace, I'll definitely crush him, hahahaha..."
Seeing Kirihara so arrogant that he practically wanted to stand on the table, Sanada delivered a swift and powerful punch, pulling him off his chair and sternly criticizing his inappropriate behavior.
Liu glanced at the stunned Yukimura, paused for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "His name is... Mochizuki Ryo."
"Wang Yueling?!" Niou repeated the name, clinging to his partner's back, and casually replied, "The one from France... the one who supposedly splits iron balls with his violin."
"Uh..." Liu was speechless at Niou's outrageous rumor. "He did transfer from France to Tokyo. His family is in the tourism business and is said to be very rich."
"So it was him!" Marui thought for a moment and said what he knew, "The one who's been all over the news in Rikkai University's gossip and strange tales group lately?"
"What? What? I've never heard of this before?" Kirihara stood up, rubbed his seaweed-covered hair, his mind full of questions, unable to understand how everyone in the same school could have such different time zones in their information networks.
"It's normal that you don't know anything, since all you think about are games and tennis." Kuwahara looked at him with a hint of helplessness.
"He's definitely a big name in the entertainment industry. People in the student council are talking about him too." Yagyu pushed aside the boneless white fox behind him and adjusted his slipped glasses. "What I heard was that he went to Hyotei Tennis Club to challenge Atobe, beat two members, and then used his violin to split ten tennis balls in half on the court."
"Really? That's too much! A violin is so big, and a tennis ball is so small, how are you supposed to slice it?" Kirihara crossed his arms, his face full of disbelief.
"Well……"
As the rumors grew increasingly outrageous, Liu, who always insisted on factual data, couldn't take it anymore. "There are indeed many rumors about him, but what you're saying are all exaggerated gossip. According to the internal records of the Hyotei Tennis Club that I personally collected, he only chopped one ball with a guitar string at the time. He didn't challenge anyone! He didn't hit anyone!"
"However, the story about him 'arguing with Seigaku' is highly authentic, and I have eyewitness testimony to corroborate it."
……
Yukimura leaned against the headboard, listening quietly without interrupting, his heart churning with turmoil and his thoughts in turmoil.
His impression of Wang Yueling remained that of a gentle, considerate, and elegant woman, like a docile and affectionate golden retriever. She would quietly talk to him, remember his favorite flowers, bring him exquisite desserts, and speak softly with the casualness and sophistication of the French, appearing completely non-threatening.
Always smiling, gentle and polite to everyone, thoughtful and considerate.
But after hearing Renji's description, he realized that he was completely wrong.
Wang Yueling is by no means a docile golden retriever.
It's clearly a macaw that looks beautiful, but is actually eloquent, has a commanding presence, and is ruthless when it comes to roasting people.
Yukimura couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes filled with surprise and wonder.
Beneath the boy's elegant exterior lies a sharp, vibrant, and outspoken side. He's not just a docile boy who knows how to fawn and please; he's someone with principles, a sharp edge, and a strong moral compass.
His authenticity and passion make you want to get closer to him and understand him better.
Yukimura couldn't help but picture it in his mind: that always smiling, elegant boy standing between Seigaku and St. Rudolph, his tone calm yet his words sharp, leaving a group of people speechless.
Ok.
That's kind of cool.
It's also kind of... cute.
He seems... to be even more interesting now.
At the same time, a strong sense of curiosity arose in my heart. I really wanted to know what Wang Yueling was thinking when she stood there that day.
Given his composure and upbringing, he could have easily stayed out of it and pretended not to hear anything. Why couldn't he hold back and stepped forward?!
What exactly happened, or what words crossed his line, causing him to lose control in public?
Yukimura glanced at the windowsill.
Pink snow mountain roses and fragrant pomelo blossoms glowed with a soft pink hue in the twilight, swaying gently in the evening breeze.
The strange feeling he had suppressed in his heart resurfaced and began to ache.
He gently stroked the little doll in his palm, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with tenderness and sincerity.
The unexpected story that Lian Er told today allowed him to piece together a completely different, more realistic, and more three-dimensional Wang Yueling.
He is elegant and languid, gentle and considerate, always ready to stand up for what is right, and also quick-witted and sharp-tongued.
Like a book that is slowly turned, every page holds a new surprise.
The noise in the ward continued.
From the Hyotei revival match to Yanagi's upcoming data collection plan on Fudomine, and then to the Kanto Tournament schedule, Sanada was emphasizing his attitude, Niou was deliberately provoking him, Marui was discussing the ownership of the remaining sweets with Kuwabara, Kirihara was still preoccupied with defeating Mochizuki Ryo, Yagyu was maintaining order, and Yanagi was diligently taking notes.
Warm, everyday, and authentic.
There was no tension on the field, no heaviness from illness.
The boys' laughter and chatter filled the air, the sweet aroma of desserts permeated the room, and the setting sun streamed in through the windows, casting long shadows of the boys throughout the room.
Yukimura leaned against the headboard, listening to the familiar voices around him and smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, feeling calm and at peace.
He took out his phone, tapped the screen lightly with his fingertips, and sent a message to Wang Yueling.
[Yukimura Seiichi]: Be careful. Don't rush over tomorrow. I'll be here.
The moment the message was successfully sent, a gentle smile played on his lips.
Because he knew that before long, that spirited young man would appear before him with a smile.
It was the perfect time, exactly the way he wanted to see it.