novelones Chapter 130: Sharp Tongue Level SSS
Chapter 130: Sharp Tongue Level SSS
The auditorium fell eerily quiet for a moment.
Everyone became extremely careful, even their breathing became cautious.
Wang Yueling swept her gaze across the entire room, her azure eyes filled with mockery. She lowered her hand from her chest and slowly patted it.
The crisp applause sounded unusually loud and abrupt in the quiet auditorium.
"Let me guess why you guys care so much about Hyotei."
His tone was drawn out and slow, each word carrying a tone that made one's teeth itch.
"Is it because...they resent the rich?"
Everyone looked up abruptly, their faces filled with astonishment, not expecting him to speak so directly.
"Just now, didn't a lot of people say that Hyotei is an aristocratic school, full of rich kids, so they can't play tennis well?"
Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow, emphasizing the words "resentment of the rich," her tone full of sarcasm. "To put it bluntly, isn't it just resentment of the rich?"
He casually placed his hand on the table next to him. The sleeve of his white shirt was pulled up a little, revealing a section of his fair wrist.
"Perhaps there's also Commander Qiu."
His tone was laced with undisguised arrogance: "We hate that we're richer than you, we hate that we're better looking than you, we hate that our schools are better than yours, we hate that our coaches are better than yours."
He scoffed, his disdain almost overflowing.
"If you're so capable, why don't you turn your school into an elite school? If you're so capable, why don't you all be that handsome? If you're not capable, all you do is spite people here, like rats in the sewers, unable to stand the light. You can only hide in dark corners and chatter away."
"You think you can pull others down like this?"
"Too naive."
Those whose secret thoughts had been exposed trembled with anger, their lips quivering. Pointing at him, they began to speak, but their words caught in their throats, unable to escape.
"You, you..."
"What do you mean, 'what about me'? Did I say something wrong?"
Wang Yueling leaned forward, her eyes sharp as knives. "Ask yourselves honestly, weren't those words you just said out of jealousy?"
"I'm jealous that Hyotei is stronger than you, jealous that Atobe is more outstanding than you, jealous that we have something you can never get in your entire life."
"Because you subconsciously believe that rich kids are just pretty faces who can only show off and can't play tennis. You think that the tennis club at elite schools is just a bunch of rich kids playing house, and you can easily become a regular player by just practicing a little."
He paused, looked at the people whose faces were ashen, and continued.
"So you look down on aristocratic young masters playing tennis."
"But the truth is, Hyotei's tennis club has over two hundred sons from wealthy families this year. They train six days a week, at least nine hours a day, rain or shine."
"Can your team do it?"
He looked around, but no one spoke.
"You can't do it."
"So you can only comfort yourselves by slandering others. When you say things like 'Hyotei lost... Hyotei is no good...' do you feel particularly relieved? Don't you feel like you're not so bad after all?"
"What a pity."
Mochizuki Ryo shook her head, her tone tinged with pity. "Even if Hyotei is the worst, they're still a seeded school for the national tournament. No matter what you say, it won't change the fact that you can't even make it into the main tournament."
He looked down at Atobe beside him, a mischievous glint in his azure eyes.
"Keigo, don't you think so?"
Atobe leaned back in his chair, a hint of a smile in his icy blue eyes.
"Winning against them is a given, losing is news. I never bother with weak teams."
Wang Yueling turned her head, looked at the pale-faced people, and shrugged.
"Did you hear that? Our minister said that arguing with you would be beneath him."
He straightened up, his gaze sweeping over everyone. His tone was light, yet it struck each person like a heavy hammer: "So, with your limited abilities and narrow-mindedness, it's going to be very difficult for you to achieve anything in this life."
"Tennis is about skill, not words."
"Wait until you make it to the Kanto Tournament semifinals before you start commenting on Hyotei."
He paused, then flashed a bright smile, revealing his clean, white teeth.
"Now you should know better than to shut up. Because you..."
"You're not qualified."
The words fell.
The entire auditorium was completely silent.
Even the cicadas chirping outside the window seemed to pause for a moment.
Those who had just mocked Hyotei all had their heads down. Some were pale, some clenched their fists but dared not utter a word, and some wished they could disappear into the ground.
It's not that I don't want to refute it.
They simply didn't know how to refute it.
Every word this person uttered struck at their sore spots. His record, strength, winning strategies, and historical achievements were all laid bare and exposed.
They wanted to say he was arrogant, but what he said was true.
They wanted to say he was mean, but he really did start the incident himself.
They wanted to argue, but when they opened their mouths, they found they couldn't even come up with a decent reason.
It felt like being held underwater, desperately trying to float to the surface, but each time you surfaced, you were slapped back down. Eventually, you ran out of strength to struggle and could only sink to the bottom, letting those words echo in your ears.
Sanada and Yanagi stood at the entrance of the auditorium, both wearing Rikkai University's white shirts. Sanada's hat was pulled low, and his back was ramrod straight.
Liu held a notebook in her hand, her eyes half-closed.
They had just finished watching the entire "Debate with the Confucian Scholars" by Wang Yueling.
Those usually arrogant school representatives all lowered their heads, like defeated roosters.
Sanada's shoulders twitched, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes beneath the brim of his hat.
Liu opened her eyes, and Wang Yueling's figure was reflected in her brown pupils. The tip of her pen quickly swept across the "Wang Yueling" page in the notebook, making a soft "rustling" sound.
[Wang Yueling, a one-on-one debater with representatives from multiple schools, achieved a 100% win rate. Her verbal attack power and sharp tongue are both SSS-level. Her verbal attack power has increased by 15% compared to the training camp.]
After he finished writing, he closed the notebook and nodded slightly to Sanada.
"Ling's mouth is still as sharp as ever."
Sanada said something in a low voice, with a hint of barely perceptible emotion in his tone.
"Too lax."
Although I had already witnessed how sharp-tongued Mochizuki Ryo was during the week-long training camp, seeing him single-handedly berate representatives from more than a dozen schools until they couldn't lift their heads still left me feeling somewhat moved.
As expected of Mochizuki Ryou.
The two walked side by side toward their seats at Rikkai University.
Along the way, representatives from other schools subconsciously made way for them.
His eyes held a clear sense of awe.
After all, they are the king of the nation, having dominated for two consecutive years.
Her aura is truly impressive.
As soon as Wang Yueling sat down, she felt the gaze from the doorway.
He turned his head and saw Sanada and Yanagi. He immediately smiled and waved to them. His azure eyes curved into crescents, a stark contrast to his previous sharp-tongued demeanor.
Sanada's shoulders twitched, and he nodded slightly.
Liu nodded to him, then opened his notebook and continued writing something.
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Seigaku sat in the seventh row.
Tezuka sat upright, watching Mochizuki Ryo's retreating figure, a hint of seriousness flashing in his brown eyes. Mochizuki Ryo's words, though harsh, were all quite reasonable.
Oishi frowned and whispered to Tezuka beside him.
"Tezuka, although I knew Mochizuki Ryo was eloquent, I never expected him to be able to silence so many schools all by himself."
Tezuka nodded slightly without saying a word.
"But he's right." Oishi sighed. "Hyotei is indeed a long-established powerhouse. If we run into them this time, it will definitely be a tough battle."
Sengoku from Yamabuki Junior High School stared in disbelief, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.
"My God...that's amazing!"
He patted Kentaro Minami's arm, his voice very low.
"Kentaro. So the rumors were true. He really can single-handedly defeat a whole group of people with his words." He patted his chest, looking relieved. "Lucky! Thank goodness I didn't say anything out of line, or I would have been in for a really bad scolding."
Kentaro Minami nodded, looking terrified.
"Yeah, he seems so gentle, I didn't expect him to be so formidable. Luckily we didn't provoke him, otherwise we'd be the ones getting yelled at now."
Sengoku touched the earring in his left ear, looking serious. "With such a great coach at Hyotei, the Kanto Tournament is going to get more and more interesting."
Kentaro Aoi from Rokkaku Middle School clung to the back of his chair, watching the whole thing with wide eyes. He scratched his head and sighed softly.
"Wow, that's scary!"
"I heard he can make someone cry in three seconds. That guy from Qiushan No. 3 Middle School just now, his face turned white."
"Thank goodness my dad isn't like that! Otherwise, I'd definitely be scolded to tears every day!"
Tiangen sat next to him, analyzing the situation with a blank expression.
"If he were the coach, we'd have to practice our tolerance for being yelled at before every training session... Pfft... 'Grumpy tennis'."
Kentaro Aoi quickly patted him, signaling him to be quiet.
"Senior Tiangen, keep your voice down! Stop telling lame jokes! He might hear you!"
The city of Chengcheng in southern Hunan was filled with fear and trepidation.
He straightened his backwards baseball cap, stuck out his tongue at Kajimoto with lingering fear, and said in a tone full of lingering apprehension, "Luckily you stopped me just now. If I had joined in, I might be in the group being yelled at by him right now."
He shuddered. "The scene was terrifying to even think about. That mouth was more deadly than a knife."
Kajimoto nodded, his purple eyes deepening with even more inquiry, and calmly offered his truth: "Coach Hanamura once said, 'Impulsiveness is the devil.'"
Ruo Renhong pursed his lips, offering no rebuttal. He watched Wang Yueling's retreating figure, a hint of apprehension creeping into his eyes.
In the Fudomine group, Tachibana stood with her arms crossed, staring intently at the person in front. Kamio looked at Mochizuki Ryo in front of him, frowning and muttering to himself.
"Tch, what's so great about that? All you're good at is talking."
"Minister, what he just said went too far."
Ju glanced at him and shook her head. "What he said is true. If you don't have the strength, you can only be talked about."
Kamio pursed his lips and didn't say anything more, but he clenched his fists even tighter.
Ju sat beside him, her expression still calm, but she tapped her knee lightly with her fingers, her eyes showing a hint of seriousness.
This Mochizuki Ryo is even more difficult to deal with than he imagined. With a coach like this, Hyotei is likely to have a tough time in this Kanto Tournament.
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"Hey, feed. Can you hear me?"
A piercing crackling sound filled the auditorium, and everyone looked up at the stage.
Those boys who were speechless after being rebuked felt they had lost face when they saw the lottery begin. They glared fiercely at the back of Wang Yueling's head, then slunk down and didn't say another word.
The others in the auditorium quickly turned their heads away, pretending nothing had happened. But the look in their eyes as they gazed at Yue Ling now held a hint of awe and fear.
This person is even more terrifying than the rumors suggest.
I must never mess with anyone from Hyotei again, especially this substitute coach named Mochizuki Ryo.