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

Chapter 131 Hyotei's opponent is Seigaku

Mochizuki Ryo sat down next to Atobe, resting her chin on her hand, tilting her head to look at Atobe with a sly smile in her eyes.

"Keigo, what did I say earlier?"

Atobe didn't look at him, his tone indifferent.

"good."

"Not bad?" Mochizuki Ryou tilted her head. "I really helped you get revenge."

"I don't need your help to vent my anger."

Atobe turned his head, a hint of gentleness in his icy blue eyes, but his words remained arrogant: "Hmph, there's no need to waste words on these weak teams. Hyotei will shut everyone up with their strength at the Kanto Tournament."

"Oh..." Wang Yueling deliberately leaned closer to his ear, softening her voice and adding a touch of grievance: "So I was just being delusional, sob sob sob."

I thought you'd be moved to tears.

"After all, I just cursed all those people for your sake. Do you know how much I had to say? My voice is hoarse now."

"Shut up."

Atobe's ears turned slightly red. He suddenly turned his head, glared at him, and said threateningly, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you run twenty laps around Rikkai today."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more." Wang Yueling closed her mouth with a grin and made a zipping motion.

But his eyes were full of smiles.

Atobe turned his head away, pretending to watch from the stands, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

This guy, although he can be quite annoying at times, is actually pretty reliable when it counts.

On stage, the host cleared his throat and picked up the microphone.

"Distinguished guests, esteemed contestants, good morning. Welcome to the Kanto Tournament draw ceremony..."

The atmosphere in the auditorium gradually returned to normal.

Mochizuki Ryo leaned back in her chair, propping her chin up, watching the stage with a bored expression. Atobe sat upright, his gaze fixed on the host, his expression serious.

The host finally finished reading the opening remarks, picked up the list in his hand, and cleared his throat.

"Now, the lottery ceremony officially begins. School representatives whose names are called, please come up to the stage to draw lots."

"Kanagawa Daiichi Junior High School, please come up to draw lots."

"Number 12".

Next, representatives from several schools took turns drawing lots. Some were happy, while others were sad.

"Next, Yinhua Middle School, please come up to draw lots."

The representative from Yinhua Middle School was a boy wearing glasses with slicked-back hair. His lips trembled with nervousness as he stood up.

He walked to the lottery box, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and muttered something under his breath.

"Please, please don't let me draw Hyotei, please don't let me draw Seigaku, please don't let me draw Hyotei..."

His teammates were also in their seats, praying along with him, looking very devout.

The audience couldn't help but laugh.

Wang Yueling rested her chin on her hand, looked at the representative from Yinhua Middle School on the stage, and smiled slightly.

"Mon dieu," he muttered under his breath, "God must be driven crazy by his prayers."

Atobe chuckled.

"An unglamorous fellow."

The boy on stage finally finished reciting, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, reached into the box, and pulled out a signed card.

He closed his eyes, not daring to look at the slip of paper.

After a long while, he slowly opened one eye and glanced at it. Then, his face lit up with ecstasy, and he jumped up.

"Number 2! Number 2!"

"It's not Hyotei! It's not Seigaku! That's great!"

He excitedly spun around on the stage twice, then turned and waved to his teammates.

"See that?! It's not them! It's number 2!"

His teammates cheered and danced with joy.

"Really?! We're so lucky!"

"Finally, I don't have to face a strong team in the first round!"

The teammate, who was initially excited, looked up at the notice board and his face instantly turned pale.

"Fool!"

The teammate's voice boomed, and he pointed shakily at the bulletin board beside him, "Look carefully at who the opponents are!"

"What?"

The representative from Yinhua Middle School froze, as if he had been frozen in place. He slowly turned his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the list posted on the bulletin board.

It clearly says above: No. 2, opponent, No. 1 Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School.

His smile froze on his face.

The slip of paper in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Li...Li Haidai..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes vacant, standing motionless as if his soul had been ripped from his body.

His teammates were also dejected, looking like wilted eggplants.

"Pfft."

Someone chuckled first, and then the entire auditorium erupted in uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha, how unlucky!"

"I prayed for ages, thinking he'd drawn some good fortune, but he ended up drawing the strongest team, Rikkai!"

"Yinhua Middle School will be eliminated in the first round again this year."

"That's so pitiful. I was happy for less than three seconds."

"This luck is unbelievable."

The laughter was so loud it shook the ceiling.

Wang Yueling rested her chin on her hand, looking at the petrified Yinhua Middle School representative on the stage, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"Luck really is a kind of strength," he murmured.

Although Yinhua Middle School lacks both strength and intelligence, they are incredibly lucky. In the original storyline, they practically carried their way into the national competition.

Mochizuki Ryou turned to look at Atobe and couldn't help but laugh, deliberately dragging out the last syllable.

"But then again, luck is truly a mysterious thing. Some people are born lucky, like Sengoku. Some people are born unlucky, like..."

Atobe felt his gaze, his face instantly darkened, and he glanced at him sideways.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Wang Yueling quickly waved her hand and sat up straight. "I just think that Keigo's luck is comparable to that of Yinhua Middle School."

It's just that one is in heaven and the other is on earth.

Atobe's forehead twitched.

"Shut up. My luck is the most dazzling."

"Yes, yes, I misspoke just now..."

Wang Yueling whispered, smoothing his hair.

The host finally managed to quiet the room. He cleared his throat and continued reading the list.

"Next, Fudomine Middle School, please come up to draw lots."

Yoshihira Tachibana stood up, straightened his shirt collar, and strode onto the stage. He pulled a slip of paper from the box, glanced at it, and announced his draw number.

"Number 8".

As he turned to walk down, some murmurs arose in the auditorium.

"Isn't he Tachibana Yoshihira, the captain of Fudomine?"

"Yes. I heard it used to be Shishiraku Middle School. One of the two strongest schools in Kyushu."

"Then why did he drop out of Lion Music?"

"Who knows? Maybe their skills declined and they got kicked out."

"Exactly. Otherwise, why would they give up being the two heroes of Kyushu and come to this unknown school?"

"Wait... Fudomine... wasn't he suspended last year?"

"Yes, it seems the whole team was punished because of some violent incident."

These words weren't loud, but they were enough for Ju Juping, who was walking on the steps, to hear clearly. His steps froze for a moment, and his hands, hanging at his sides, slowly clenched into fists.

Kamio, sitting in Fudomine's seat, heard these discussions, his face flushed red, and he suddenly stood up, wanting to say something.

He was stopped by a look from Tachibana Yoshihira. Kamio gritted his teeth and reluctantly sat back down.

When Tachibana Yoshihira returned to his position, Kamio came over with a worried look on his face.

"Minister, don't listen to their nonsense."

Yoshihira Tachibana gently shook his head.

"It's alright." His voice was calm, but carried an undeniable firmness. "Ignore them. Let our strength speak for itself."

Kamio nodded, but was still indignant.

Ju Juping sat down next to him, her back ramrod straight, her expression calm as if nothing had happened.

But there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The host on stage continued reading the list.

"Next, Tokyo Hyotei Academy, please come up to draw lots."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire auditorium fell silent.

All eyes were focused on Atobe in the front row.

Yoshihira Tachibana also raised his head, looking seriously at the lottery table.

Atobe stood up gracefully, straightened his shirt collar, and walked slowly onto the stage. His movements were unhurried, and his every gesture exuded an innate nobility.

All eyes were on him, and the auditorium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Atobe walked up to the lottery box and, without hesitation, randomly drew a slip of paper.

I unfolded it and glanced at the numbers on it.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.

He turned around, looked at the crowd below the stage, and spoke in a low voice, but every word was clear.

"Number 15, Hyotei Academy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the auditorium erupted in chaos.

"Number 15! Isn't that opponent Seigaku, number 14?!"

"Wow! The first match is Hyotei vs. Seigaku! How exciting!"

"Both teams are from Tokyo! Last year's Kanto Tournament runner-up is facing off against a top-four team! This is going to be interesting."

"I heard that Seigaku has a particularly outstanding first-year student this year who came back from the United States."

"Even if they're really good, they're still just kids. Hyotei has a better chance of winning."

"That means the losing side will be eliminated and won't be able to enter the national competition! I feel a lot of pressure."

……

Oishi, who was sitting in the Seigaku seat, frowned instantly. He turned to look at Tezuka Kunimitsu next to him, his tone filled with worry.

"Tezuka, our opponent is Hyotei."

Tezuka did not answer.

His gaze fell on Atobe standing on the stage, his dark brown eyes showing no emotion.

But his left hand unconsciously clenched.

It loosened again.

Daishi looked at his profile, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end said nothing.

He looked away, staring at the words "Hyotei Academy No. 15" on the notice board, and tapped his fingers heavily on his knee.

On the other side of Yamabuki, Sengoku leaned back in his chair, his short, orange-red hair gleaming under the light.

He crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips.

"Wow! Hyotei vs. Seigaku, interesting. Whoever wins will be our next opponent."

Kentaro Minami sighed somewhat helplessly, his tone steady: "The premise is that we win the first round first."

"Of course." Sengoku nodded with a smile, shrugging confidently at him. "I'm going up for a draw later. I feel really lucky today."

On the other side of Rokkaku, Aoi Kentaro was leaning on the back of a chair, his chin resting on his arm, his eyes sparkling.

"Hyotei vs. Seigaku! It's going to be amazing! I definitely have to watch it! Tengen-senpai, who do you think will win?"

Tiangen stared blankly ahead, remaining silent for two seconds.

"The ball doesn't lie... Pfft!"

Aoi Kentaro waited two seconds, and when he realized he wasn't going to continue, he tilted his head and asked, "And then?"

"And that's it."

"...Senior, could you please finish your sentence at once?"

In the southern part of the city, Ruo Ren stroked his chin, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Hyotei vs. Seigaku... Interesting. This match is worth recording and studying."

Kajimoto sat next to him, his purple eyes calmly watching the stage.

"Coach Huacun once said that watching more matches of strong players can help you find your own shortcomings."

"That's why I said I wanted to record it." Ruoren smiled. "But does that coach at Hyotei really only coach and never play? I'd really like to see him play."

Kajimoto did not answer.

His gaze fell on Atobe standing on the stage, then shifted to Mochizuki Ryo sitting in the front row, pausing for two seconds.

Then he looked away and returned his gaze to the bulletin board.