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

Chapter 144: I need the hairband and wristband from the city of Seishi.

Yukimura couldn't help but laugh at his eager invitation.

"OK."

"yeah!"

Mochizuki Ryou cheered, reached out and grabbed Yukimura's arm, shook it, took the ticket, glanced at it, and then handed it back to Yukimura.

"I'll definitely be a good host then... It's three o'clock now, I'll have the driver come pick us up. The art exhibition is in a seaside resort area, it's about a thirty-minute drive there."

As he spoke, he took out his phone to text the driver, then looked up at Yukimura and said, "The air conditioning in art museums is usually very strong. You just had a test and you sweated a lot. Go change into something thicker."

Yukimura nodded, stood up, and went upstairs. "Then wait for me in the living room. I'll go change my clothes and grab my camera. There are a few works in the exhibition that I really like, and I want to take pictures of them."

"Can't I take a look at your room?" Mochizuki Ryo quickly followed, trailing behind Yukimura like a little tail as they went upstairs. "I've never seen it before."

Yukimura stopped and glanced back at him, but did not object.

"Whatever."

Yukimura's room was on the second floor, facing south.

As I pushed open the door, a faint scent of turpentine and daisy wafted out.

Wang Yueling followed behind, curiously observing.

The room was simple, with white and light blue as the main colors. The floor was light-colored wood, spotless. A single bed stood against the wall, its sheets neatly made.

There is a small painting corner by the window.

Various paints and brushes were neatly arranged on the table. Several paintings hung on the wall, including sketches, watercolors, and oil paintings. Most of them depicted landscapes, with a few still lifes as well.

The brushstrokes are delicate and soft, and the colors are warm and bright, much like Yukimura's own temperament.

On the easel by the window, there was an unfinished oil painting; the initial sketch resembled a silvery-white lake.

Hmm...this looks familiar...

Mochizuki Ryo approached the painting uncertainly, gently touching the canvas on the easel. The paint had dried, and the surface felt a little rough. He could picture Yukimura sitting by the window, painting, sunlight falling on his profile, quiet and gentle.

Wang Yueling watched quietly and asked softly.

"Did you draw all of these?"

"Hmm." Yukimura nodded, walked to the wardrobe to find clothes, "I didn't draw much while I was in the hospital. I used to draw a little whenever I had free time."

"It's beautifully painted," Wang Yueling exclaimed sincerely. "It's better than many professional painters I've ever seen."

Yukimura smiled, said nothing, took out a light blue shirt and a pair of white casual pants, and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom door was closed.

Wang Yueling continued to tour the room.

There's a large bookshelf by the window, filled with books. Some are about painting, some about tennis, and many are literary classics.

On the top shelf of the bookshelf were some picture frames.

Wang Yueling's gaze fell on the photo frames on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

The one on the far left is a family photo.

Yukimura stood in the middle, flanked by Masaya and Yuko, holding little Mia in his arms. At that time, Yukimura was very young, probably only ten years old, with short hair and a shy, adorable smile.

Next to her is a photo of Mei Ya holding her Taekwondo championship medal. She is wearing a white taekwondo uniform, with pigtails, and looks very proud.

Yukimura stood beside her, smiling gently.

Further to the right is a photo of Rikkai University winning their second consecutive national championship last year.

In the photo, Yukimura stands in the center, holding a gleaming gold trophy. Sunlight shines on his face, his eyes crinkling with a smile, and his gaze is full of light.

Sanada stood to his left, saluting solemnly. Niou and Yagyu, arms around each other, flashed peace signs at the camera. Marui hugged Kuwabara's neck, beaming. Kirihara stood at the very front, almost in tears with excitement.

Wang Yueling's gaze lingered on the photograph for a long time.

He instinctively reached out and took the photo down.

Ryo Mochizuki gently stroked Yukimura's smiling face in the photo, a pang of sadness welling up inside her.

In his previous life, he could only watch this young man's spirited demeanor from in front of the screen. He watched him lead Rikkai to victory after victory, watched him struggle in his hospital bed, and watched him suffer a heartbreaking defeat in the national tournament.

At that moment, he so wanted to reach through the screen and hug that boy. To tell him, "You've done a great job."

And now, he finally stands beside this boy. He can accompany him through every step of the way from now on.

Wang Yueling felt a softness in her heart, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

"What are you looking at?"

Yukimura's voice came from behind.

Ryo Mochizuki turned around and saw that Yukimura had already changed his clothes. The light blue shirt made his skin look even whiter, and the top two buttons of his collar were undone, revealing a section of his delicate collarbone. White casual pants outlined his slender legs, making him look slim and tall.

"I'm looking at the photo of you winning the championship last year." Wang Yueling smiled and handed him the photo frame. "This one is really well taken. You look especially beautiful when you smile."

Yukimura walked to his side, took the photo frame, glanced down at it, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"At that time, I thought... everything would go smoothly, and I never thought... I would get sick."

"It's all in the past. Every day from now on will be smooth sailing." Wang Yueling's heart tightened when she heard him say this. She reached out and gently grasped his hand holding the photo, her tone resolute, "From now on, I'll take a picture to record every championship you win."

Yukimura looked up and met his earnest eyes. A warm feeling filled his heart, like being bathed in sunshine.

He nodded, gave a soft "hmm," put the photo frame back on the bookshelf, and opened the drawer to get his camera.

Then I remembered that the other person's still life photos were so blurry that even their own mother wouldn't recognize them, and so crooked that they needed to adjust the compass to fix them. I figured their portrait photos would be no better, so I still gave them a tactful suggestion.

"Hmm...you should record the video. It'll be easier for me to take screenshots later."

Ryo Mochizuki knew that Yukimura was criticizing his photography skills. Just as he was about to defend himself, his gaze was instantly drawn to the things inside the drawer.

The drawer contained some tennis equipment, including a sweatband, a green headband, and a pair of black wristbands. The wristbands were embroidered with Rikkai University's emblem and had faded slightly from washing.

Wang Yueling's eyes were fixed on the green hair ribbon, and she felt a tickle in her heart.

Jiro always showed off the wristband that Marui had given him, and he was already extremely envious.

He cleared his throat and walked over to Yukimura, bowing his head slightly, his shoulders slumped. He looked somewhat pitiful.

"What's wrong?" Yukimura asked, puzzled.

Wang Yueling looked up at him, her bright blue eyes glistening with moisture, like a little dog begging for food.

"Seichi..." His voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry, "Jiro brags to me every day that Bunta gave him a wristband. He wears it everywhere he goes and tells me that he's the only one in the whole world who has one."

Yukimura paused, holding the camera, and turned to look at him.

Mochizuki Ryo secretly glanced at Yukimura's reaction, pointed to the hairband and wristband in the drawer, her eyes filled with longing, and her tone softened, "I want them too..."

Yukimura couldn't help but laugh when he saw him like this.

He knew Wang Yueling's tricks all too well. Whenever she wanted something, she would put on this pitiful look, and even though he knew it was an act, it was still hard to refuse her.

Like a golden retriever wagging its tail begging for food, even though you know it's doing it on purpose, you still can't help but hand it the bone in your hand.

"Don't you have a lot of hairbands and wristbands?" Yukimura teased him deliberately. "Last time I saw you had several designer brands in your bag."

He deliberately put on a stern face and closed the drawer a little, saying, "These are for my training."

"Those are different."

Seeing that Plan One had failed, Wang Yueling immediately activated Plan Two of Cilang's True Inheritance. She gently tugged at his sleeve, shook her head, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Those were bought, this is what you used."

"Please, Seiichi. Even just a headband will do. I promise I'll take good care of it, wear it every day, and I won't even take it off to sleep."

He moved even closer, resting his head on Yukimura's shoulder, the faint scent of lavender wafting around Yukimura's nose.

Yukimura's ears turned red, and he turned his face away, refusing to look into his bright, sparkling eyes.

"No," he said deliberately.

Ryo Mochizuki's shoulders slumped instantly, and his eyes dimmed. He released Yukimura's arm, lowered his head, and muttered softly, "Okay."

His aggrieved look was just like that of a golden retriever abandoned by its owner.

Unable to bear his gaze any longer, Yukimura sighed, reopened the drawer, and took out a green hairband and a black wristband, handing them to him.

"for you."

Mochizuki Ryo suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly lighting up like stars. "Merci, really?!"

"Yes." Yukimura nodded.

"Great!" Wang Yueling snatched the headband and wristband, almost jumping for joy. He immediately put the wristband on his wrist, and it fit perfectly. Then he tied the headband on his head and admired himself in the mirror in front of his desk.

"Seiichi, is it pretty?" He turned his head, twirled around in front of Yukimura, and smiled broadly.

The green hairband stood out against his blond hair.

Seeing his smug look, Yukimura couldn't help but smile.

"Silly girl."

Wang Yueling automatically embellished his evaluation into a compliment, then raised her hand, looked left and right, and was extremely satisfied.

"It's much better looking than Jiro's! His is hideous."

Yukimura shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of tenderness as he picked up the camera and hung it around his neck.

"Alright, stop admiring yourself. It's time to go, or we'll miss the art exhibition."

"Here it comes!" Wang Yueling nodded, took one last look at the wristband on her wrist, and smiled brightly.

The two stepped out of their house; the sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

The driver had already parked the car at the entrance.

Mochizuki Ryo opened the car door and let Yukimura get in first, then she got in herself.

"To the Kanagawa Seaside Museum of Art," he told the driver.

"Yes, young master."

The car smoothly drove away from the residential area and headed towards the seaside resort area.

The car window was open, and the sea breeze, carrying a faint salty smell, blew in and ruffled Yukimura's hair. Mochizuki Ryo leaned against the car window, watching the scenery rushing past outside, occasionally glancing at Yukimura beside her.

He twirled the hairband on his wrist, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Today was a perfect day.