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

Chapter 90 The Amazing Weekly Training Schedule

Holding Marui's support flag, Jiro poked his head out of his room and sprang out like a cannonball, heading straight for Marui and grabbing Marui's arm with both hands, refusing to let go.

"Bunta, Bunta! I want to share a room with you! Promise me, promise me. It's such a rare opportunity to have a training camp with Rikkai University..."

"Okay, okay, I'll go change it for you later." Marui almost dropped his chewing gum from being shaken so much. He dragged Marui around and turned to find his room to see who his original roommate was.

I just saw my name on the doorplate, with the words "Niou Masaharu" next to it.

Niou peeked halfway out of the room, his silver hair falling over his shoulder, and popped a strawberry into his mouth: "Puri~ Ryo's generosity is truly impressive. This strawberry is even sweeter than the one I bought at the high-end fruit shop last time."

"Niou! Trade with me!"

Jiro set his sights on Marui's roommate, Niou, his eyes shining like two light bulbs. "Just one week! Only one week! How about you stay with my roommate, Chotaro? You two even played doubles together today. You're temporary partners, so you'll definitely have a lot to talk about."

Niou was shaken so badly by him that he almost choked on the strawberry in his mouth. He reached out and held down the crazy little lamb, and glanced speechlessly at Marui who was chewing gum next to him.

Marui shrugged at him, his expression saying, "You figure it out."

Niou, unable to resist his persistent pestering, shouted, "Change, change, change now!"

"Great!" Jiro immediately let go of her hand, turned around and ran towards her old room, shouting as she ran, "I'm going to get my luggage! Bunta, wait for me!"

Mukahi peeked out from the next room, a grape still clutched in her hand. Having witnessed Jiro pestering Niou to change rooms, she couldn't help but laugh: "Jiro's trying to steal Bunta again. But this time, his opponent's changed from Kuwabara to Niou. Poor thing."

Shinobu came out of another room, leaned against the door frame, and pushed up his glasses: "You'll get used to it. Last time, he secretly turned Ling's bag upside down for Marui's merchandise."

"And the result?"

"As a result, Ling caught him on the spot and punished him with three times the amount of training. However, he also got a photo."

"So, did we make a loss or a profit...?"

Beside him, Feng came out of her room and bumped right into Shishido, who had just come out from next door. He smiled shyly, "Shishido-senpai, you're in this row too."

"Mm." Shishido tucked her long hair behind her ear and nodded. "Everything's all put away."

"Yes. Senior Niou said he's going to see the swans by the lake later." Feng smiled, his voice gentle. "He also asked if I wanted to go with him, saying it's a way to relax before the meal."

Shishido's lips twitched slightly as he glanced in Niou's direction: "Then let's go see. But don't let him trick you into doing anything strange."

Feng chuckled softly, "I know, Shishido-senpai."

On the other side of the corridor, several first-year students from Hyotei and Rikkai Universities huddled together, looking through each other's room numbers.

They had just played a game that morning, some even facing off on the same court, but the competitive atmosphere they had when they first arrived was completely gone.

Some even tentatively ask each other if they can switch rooms and stay next to each other. After a few words, they've already taken out their phones to exchange contact information.

"Is the training at Rikkai University tough?" a member of Hyotei asked in a low voice.

"Our vice minister's disciplinary training is terrifying, but your coach..." Another Rikkai student swallowed hard. "I used to think it was just an exaggeration, but now I think the legends were all conservative."

"Keep your voice down, don't forget the wizard post in the group! Even though the coach can't chant spells, he'll hear you!"

"Didn't he go to the editing room?"

"in case!"

……

Kirihara, carrying Momoko, strolled around the corridor, craning his neck to look at his roommate's name on his room's doorplate, and then at the name of the room next door.

Then he turned and ran to find Kabaji, looking up at the big guy who was a whole head taller than him: "Kabaji, you're in my room."

Kaba looked down at him and remained silent for a moment. Then he nodded.

"Yes."

Kirihara was so happy that his head was practically shaking. He grabbed Kabaji's sleeve and led him into the room, chattering incessantly the whole way, having completely forgotten all his worries.

After he finished showering and changing his clothes, he found a training sheet on the bed.

Kirihara hastily dried his wet hair with a towel, then picked up the training sheet. He opened his mouth and read it word by word, his voice starting to tremble when he reached the third line.

"Weekly routine training schedule".

Tuesday:

晨训5：30分开始，绕庄园越野跑5公里加后山台阶冲刺20组，回球场后挥拍3000次。

Morning: Practice 500 balls in a fixed-point shooting position, with a landing deviation of no more than 5 centimeters. Those who do not meet the standard should practice more until they do.

After lunch break: 45 minutes of weight training and 30 minutes of core stability training.

Afternoon: 200 serves in a special training session, including stability practice; 30 minutes of volley reaction training; and finally, two round-robin matches with random points within the team.

Evening: 1 hour of reviewing match videos, and 1 hour of targeted practice to address individual technical weaknesses.

Before bed: Stretch and relax for 15 minutes...

After reading tomorrow's reading, he couldn't read any more.

The training plan was laid out densely on the paper. The training content was different every day, and the amount of training each day was more outrageous than the previous day.

"This is not something a human could do..." Kirihara's voice was squeezed out of his throat.

The same wails came from the next room.

"How is it possible to finish all this training!" A second-year student from Rikkai University rushed into the corridor holding a training schedule, his expression one of utter despair.

"Is this definitely a one-week plan, and not a one-month plan?!"

Hyotei's Kenichi Ito walked past him, peeked at the training schedule in his hand, and said with an unusually calm expression, "Oh, this. You'll get used to it. Our hellish training regimen for the past month consisted of about this amount every week."

"Are you monsters?!"

"We're not," Kenichi Ito patted his shoulder, his eyes carrying the weight of someone who's been through it all. "Our coach is."

The other members of Hyotei also put down their luggage and came out of their rooms one after another.

Mukahi folded the training sheet into a paper airplane and threw it into the air, watching it drift leisurely to Kirihara's feet, speaking casually.

"Ling's training plan looks daunting, but if you just grit your teeth and get through the first three days, then..."

"You've gotten used to it?" Kirihara looked at him hopefully.

"I've become numb."

Kirihara's face fell instantly.

Sanada glanced at the form, his brows furrowing slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Renji Liu opened his notebook and quickly recorded the data. His tone was calm. "The intensity is within a reasonable range, and it's very targeted. Let's test it out this week. If it works, Rikkai University's future training plan will need to be revised."

Despite the complaints, no one really resists.

Everyone quickly packed their luggage, took hot showers, and changed into clean team uniforms.

Suddenly, Wang Yueling's languid voice blared from the loudspeaker in the corridor: "Everyone, assemble in the restaurant."

The restaurant is located on the east side of the main house, in a separate, single-story building. The moment the boys pushed open the door together, they were once again stunned by the sight before them.

The rustic manor buildings are furnished with modern and luxurious interiors.

The huge restaurant has a long buffet table with a wide variety of Chinese, Japanese, French and other cuisines, all beautifully presented and fragrant.

Wang Yueling leaned against the dining table, watching the hungry boys, and clapped her hands with a smile. "Let's eat, don't waste any food!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four "little animals"—Jiro, Marui, Kirihara, and Mukahi—immediately lit up and rushed out.

"This looks delicious!"

"I want this French dessert!"

"Sushi! So much sushi!"

Kirihara, carrying a plate, dragged his new roommate Kabaji into the restaurant, rushing back and forth as if trying to stuff every last bit of food into it. Marui, holding a small plate, focused solely on desserts, oblivious to the cream smeared on his lips.

With a small cake dangling from his mouth, Jiro mumbled his praise, "It's so delicious! Even better than the Hyotei Dining Hall!"

Mukahi squeezed past them, already carrying a plate piled high with food. He peered into Kirihara's plate and asked, "Where did you get this fried shrimp? I didn't see it earlier."

"There are several more around that corner!"

"Thanks!" Xiang Ri took a plate.

Shinobu followed behind him, pushed up his glasses, and looked at the mountain of food piled on Mukahi's plate. He couldn't help but remind him, "Gakuto, won't you throw up during training this afternoon if you take so much?"

"We'll talk about this afternoon's business later." Xiang Ri walked away without looking back.

Atobe and Oshitari stood side by side in front of the food counter.

Atobe held a white porcelain plate and gracefully picked up a piece of smoked salmon, his movements as composed as if he were attending a royal banquet.

He glanced at the dazzling array of dishes on the table and nodded slightly: "Chinese cuisine is meticulously presented, French cuisine is exquisitely balanced and nutritious, and Japanese sashimi is also expertly sliced. This lunch is quite lavish."

Renji picked up a cup of iced coffee from beside him, took a sip, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "The coffee beans are Blue Mountain too. Ling really doesn't skimp on food."

"Ah, well, it's his own estate after all."

At Rikkai University, Liu stood in front of the food counter, holding a plate, analyzing the food in front of him using his usual data-driven thinking.

He picked up a macaron, examined its thickness at the bottom, and then looked at the gloss on the surface, muttering, "The quality is very consistent."

"Renji, can you put something in your mouth before analyzing the data?" Niou reached out from behind him and snatched a macaron from Liu's plate, stuffing it into his own mouth.

"Isn't there some on your plate?"

"Yours looks tastier."

Yagyu, carrying a cup of black tea, passed by and glanced at the macaron crumbs on Niou's lips. He then took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him with an elegant gesture.

"Yaji, at the corner of your mouth."

Niou took the tissue and wiped his mouth, then casually stuffed the extra macaron from his plate into Yagyu's mouth. Yagyu chewed it a couple of times, then pushed up his glasses: "This quality is top-notch French baking."

Liu took another piece, chose light tea-soaked rice with fried eel, and sat down to eat quietly.

Sanada stood in front of the food counter, looking at the dazzling array of dishes before him, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he picked up the plate, took a bowl of soba noodles, a few pieces of tempura, and poured himself a cup of genmaicha. As Niou passed by him, he added a pink macaron to his plate.

Sanada looked down at the pink dessert and frowned slightly.

"Sanada, it's good to have something sweet sometimes." Niou had already walked away, swaying his braid.

Sanada stared at the macaron for two seconds but didn't pick it up. He carried the plate to the table and sat down, leaving the macaron in the corner of the plate.

Marui brought back a full plate from the dessert area and placed it on the table. Several cakes, two macarons, a cup of pudding, and a tiramisu were arranged neatly.

He pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up a spoon, and said with an extremely serious expression, "Jack, I think the food we ate during our previous dorm stays was practically self-torture."

Kuwahara sat opposite him, his plate containing Brazilian barbecue and rice, a very generous portion.

He picked up a piece of grilled meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and nodded: "Indeed. The accommodations and food before were so much worse."

"How can the gap between teams be so huge?"

Marui scooped up a mouthful of pudding and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "Ling is such a wonderful coach. He teaches us how to play, provides meals, gives us peaches, and even arranges a lake-view room... I can't even bear to think about the hard times we used to go through."

Niou sat down beside him, holding a plate, fiddling with his braid, his tone languid but his eyes revealing a hint of melancholy:

"You can argue with that. Back when we were doing dorms in the gymnasium, we couldn't even straighten our backs in the mornings. Now look at this lake-view room, and look at this lunch."

"Puri, the difference is too big."

Yagyu sat down opposite him, set out his plate, picked up his knife and fork, and moved with his usual elegant and composed manner.

"Indeed. The time we had a training camp with Guangli Junior High School, we stayed in a temple's meditation room. There were so many mosquitoes at night that even mosquito coils weren't effective."

"Don't even mention it." Niou stuffed a slice of pizza into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and his expression turned serious. "That time I got a row of bite marks on my leg, and Hiro even took pictures of it."

"Evidence preserved."

"Deleted."

"I won't delete it."

The two stared at each other across the table, but in the end, Niou was the first to look away and refocus his attention on the food on his plate.

He forked a piece of roast beef and put it in his mouth. As he chewed, he suddenly leaned back in his chair, looked up at the oil-filled chandelier on the ceiling, and said softly.

"Sanada must have been thinking about what happened in the past too..."

Following his gaze, Yagyu glanced at Sanada, who was sitting at another table.

Sanada was eating soba noodles with his head down, his face expressionless, but the brows under his hat brim weren't furrowed as usual.

"People always look forward." Yagyu withdrew his gaze, gently poking at the roasted vegetables on his plate with his fork, his tone calm yet resolute.

When Mochizuki Ryo entered the restaurant, what she saw was:

The boys ran around carrying plates.

Some people were queuing up for xiaolongbao in the Chinese food area; some were arguing fiercely over the last strawberry Napoleon in the dessert area; and some had already sat down at the table and started eating, gesturing to the person next to them with their mouths full of food, mimicking the actions they had taken during the morning's competition.

He picked up a few pieces of French-style roasted chicken breast with vegetables from the food counter and grabbed a glass of lemonade. Just as he was about to turn around and find a seat, Kirihara rushed up to him with a plate piled high with food.

The seaweed head shook, swallowed the food in its mouth, looked up at him, its eyes sparkling.

"Senior! These pan-fried dumplings are so delicious! These fried shrimp are delicious too! And this fried rice, what's in it? Why does it smell so good?"

Wang Yueling looked down at his plate.

The xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) were piled on top of the sushi, the fried dumplings were squeezed next to the fried shrimp, and a macaron was placed on top of the fried rice. The color scheme of the whole plate was a disaster.

"The fried rice is fragrant because it has shredded scallops and shrimp roe in it."

He reached out and rescued the macaron from the plate, which was almost melted by the heat of the fried rice, and placed it on a clean plate next to it. "Don't put macarons next to hot dishes, they'll melt."

"Oh, oh!" Kirihara looked down at his plate, then at the macarons he had rescued, and scratched his head. "Senpai, you know everything."

"That's basic common sense!" Wang Yueling patted his head, picked up her plate, and sat down at a table by the window.

He took out his phone and glanced at it. A new message notification appeared on the screen, which he opened.

[Seishi]: I'll watch the video slowly. But I'm actually quite curious about the part where you were swearing. What exactly did Genichiro and the others do to deserve your criticism? (White cat tilts its head, full of question marks.jpg)

Wang Yueling stared at the message, her fork frozen in mid-air.

He put down his fork, picked up his phone with both hands, and quickly typed on the screen with his thumbs.

[Ling]: I didn't say anything particularly special, just objectively pointed out some technical shortcomings. My tone might have been a little harsh, but it was all within reasonable limits. You don't need to pay special attention. (The little golden retriever sits obediently and shakes its head vigorously.jpg)

[Seiichi]: Akaya just messaged me. He said you berated Genichiro in front of everyone, making him turn to the wall and shut up, and that he'd never seen the vice-captain act like that before.

Wang Yueling stared at the screen.

Kirihara Akaya...

You little slut, I've been so good to you, and you're such a blabbermouth.

[Ling]: That's Sanada realizing his own shortcomings; it has little to do with me. I'm just better at guiding others to reflect on themselves. (Golden Retriever looking guilty.jpg)

The other side sent a cat covering its mouth and laughing emoji.

Mochizuki Ryo flipped his phone face down on the table, picked up his fork, and continued eating his grilled chicken breast. He took two big bites, then suddenly looked up in Kirihara's direction.

Kirihara was sitting next to Kabaji, his cheeks bulging, completely unaware that he had just been sold out.

The meal was enjoyed by both host and guests.

The food on the food counter was completely cleared out, the ice cream tub in the dessert area was empty, and only a few decorative mint leaves remained in the fruit basket.

The group sat in twos and threes at the table, carrying the remaining juice and teacups, to digest their food. The conversation naturally shifted from the morning's competition to the afternoon's training.

"Can we really complete this week's training schedule?" A second-year student from Rikkai University held up a piece of paper that he had already crumpled, his face clearly saying "I don't believe it."

"Yes." Shishido sat opposite him, arms crossed, his tone calm. "I've tried even harder. Coach Ling gave me an extra dose."

"Add more than this separately?!" The second-year student's voice suddenly rose.

"Hmm. His training plan looks exaggerated, but he will watch you practice and correct every movement. As long as you follow along, you can complete it." Shishido picked up his genmaicha and took a sip, his expression indifferent.

Xiang Ri peeked over from the side and pointed to himself: "I also got scolded by Ling for my poor stamina, he really gave me a piece of his mind. Then he changed my breathing rhythm, changed my footwork, and added endurance training. By the third week, my landing stability time after a lunar flip had shortened a lot. Although I still feel nauseous every time I run ten kilometers."

"And now?"

"I still want to. But I'm used to it now."

The Rikkai students exchanged glances.

Marui ate the cream cake on his plate, tilting his head to look at the training schedule in his hand. "Physical training... I've been called on too."

"Who can argue with that?"

Shinobu leaned back in his chair, holding a cup of iced coffee. His eyes, behind his glasses, were slightly narrowed as he glanced at Mochizuki Ryo on another table and lowered his voice.

"You've all seen Ling's mouth today. It's as terrifying as Final Destination. I advise you to accept your fate, do your best to complete the task, otherwise... hehe!"

Liu had already taken out his notebook from his pocket, the pen tip touching the page, and began to speak earnestly.

"I wrote down all the training experiences you mentioned this morning. Could you give me some specific training data later? The relationship between heart rate changes, maximum endurance duration, movement stability, and training cycles—I need to recompile these statistics."

Shishido glanced at him, thinking to himself that this guy really was collecting data all the time.

"Okay, I'll give it to you later."

Renwang put the last bite of ice cream in his mouth, placed the spoon on the empty cup, leaned back in his chair, and drawled, "But to be honest, Ling Ding's training plans are all written based on each person's weaknesses. They just seem a bit exaggerated at first glance, but the effect should be quite good."

"Hmm." Yagyu adjusted his glasses, put the last dessert in front of him into his mouth, and savored it carefully. "In today's doubles match, every single one of his analyses of Masaharu was accurate and to the point. Although his words weren't pleasant."

"Hiro~ You got criticized too."

"Same to you."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed, with students from Hyotei and Rikkai sitting together.

Occasionally, someone will complain about the excessive training volume, and the person next to them will reply with "You'll get used to it" or "If you can't get used to it, you'll just become numb to it," and then everyone will smile at each other.

Wang Yueling glanced at the time on her phone, stood up, and clapped her hands.

"Go back to the dorms and rest for an hour and a half. Meet at the court at 2:50 PM for afternoon training. Anyone who is late will have to do extra training. Dismissed."

Everyone stood up in response, pulled out chairs, and the sound of footsteps and clinking dishes mingled together. The boys left the restaurant and headed towards their dormitories.

Before leaving, Kirihara took a strawberry from the fruit basket and stuffed it into his mouth. Sanada glanced at him, and he quickly swallowed it and moved closer to Mochizuki Ryo.

"Senior, I'll definitely do my best in training this afternoon!"

"Okay." Wang Yueling took out a handkerchief and handed it to him to wipe his mouth. "Go on."

Kirihara nodded vigorously and ran after Kabaji.

Watching his retreating figure, Mochizuki Ryo picked up her phone from the table; the screen was lit. Yukimura had sent another message.

[Seishi]: I received the video. Akaya's new special move is very creative, and Niou's illusion is still as powerful as ever. By the way, I only heard half of the part where you criticized Genichiro before the nurse called me to go for a checkup. I'll listen to it again when I get back.

Wang Yueling stared at the words "heard halfway through".

How much is half?

He put his phone back in his pocket and sighed.

Never mind, there's a challenge match this afternoon, and I need to plan my training schedule.

I'll explain things properly to Seishi tonight; it should be fine.