ocean-life Chapter 49 "Donald Duck Version" by Wang Yueling
Chapter 49 "Donald Duck Version" by Wang Yueling
A black Mercedes glided smoothly through the streets in the early morning.
The car windows filtered out most of the noise, leaving only the soft morning light to enter the car.
Wang Yueling leaned back in the seat, gently stroking her neck. Her throat was dry and parched, each swallow causing a slight stinging pain, and she had to breathe softly.
He unscrewed the thermos his grandmother had given him before he left home, and a warm, sweet aroma immediately wafted out—it was snow pear lung-nourishing soup.
Taking a small sip, the warmth slid down my throat into my stomach, slightly easing the dry, burning sensation.
Hmm... the sweetness is just right.
Last night I stood in the tennis club for nearly four hours, venting my anger with such gusto, without caring at all about my voice.
He then went to the hospital to bring Yukimura and Miya limited-edition desserts and chatted with them for a while. At that time, his vocal cords were only slightly tight, so he didn't take it to heart.
Who would have thought that I would wake up one morning with my voice gone?
At breakfast, his grandmother sat across from him, watching him strain his face and squeeze out a hoarse voice. She pinched his cheek and said, "You look exactly like Donald Duck from the cartoon, so cute."
He tried to argue back, but his voice was so hoarse that it only made his grandmother laugh even harder.
Finally, Grandma pulled a light gray hair ribbon from the drawer. It was embroidered with a little yellow duck with its mouth wide open, as if it were quacking.
The stitches are fine and neat, indicating that she sewed it herself.
"To cover the stray hairs on your forehead." Grandma placed it on his forehead without allowing him to refuse, smoothing his fluffy blond hair with her fingertips, and said gently, "It's Grandma's gift, you can't take it off."
……
Wang Yueling looked at herself through the car's rearview mirror.
His grey-white tracksuit accentuated his tall and slender figure, his soft blond hair and the little duck on his forehead were particularly eye-catching. Judging by his appearance alone, he was still the handsome mixed-race boy who could attract countless eyes on the street, elegant and refined, without a single flaw.
Fortunately, this face is pretty good-looking, and paired with this silly little duck, it doesn't look bad at all.
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At least that's what he thinks.
He chuckled softly, his fingertips tapping his hairband, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
He could never refuse his grandmother's kindness.
Ouf (Are you crazy?), his image collapsed overnight.
The driver's steady voice came from the front seat: "Young Master, we're almost at Hyotei Academy."
Wang Yueling looked up at the street scene flashing past the window, brought the thermos to her lips again, and took another sip of the lung-nourishing soup, tasting the perfect sweetness on her tongue.
Just then, his phone vibrated slightly in his pocket. He took it out and turned on the screen; it was a message from Yukimura.
[Jingshi]: Dr. Laurent is having pre-operative examinations today, and he'll be in the examination room all morning.
He stared at the screen for a few seconds, paused for a moment, and then quickly replied.
[Ling]: Do you need me to come over and keep you company? (The little golden retriever waits quietly.jpg)
The message was sent and the other party replied almost instantly.
[Seiichi]: No need, Mom and Dad are here, you just focus on Hyotei's business. (Pats head.jpg)
Wang Yueling stared at the screen for a few seconds, paused her finger on the input box, and sighed softly.
He understood Yukimura's thoughts.
It wasn't that he wasn't needed; it was that he didn't want others to see him during examinations. Those instruments, those data, those potentially unfavorable indicators—Yukimura habitually hid these things very well, not letting anyone see them, including himself.
Since Seishi doesn't want him to go, then he shouldn't go.
[Ling]: Okay. Let me know if you need anything. (Golden retriever running around her feet.jpg)
[Seiichi]: Hmm.
A few seconds later, another message came.
[Seiichi]: I will.
No new messages have been received.
Wang Yueling tapped his knee with his fingertips, already having a plan in mind. Tomorrow was the surgery day, and he was going to take Jiro to that hospital for a comprehensive examination of his sleep disorder. He would use visiting as an excuse to wait outside the operating room, and Seiichi would have no reason to refuse.
That's a great idea.
The messages in the official group chat on my phone started bombarding me again, constantly popping up at the top of the screen.
Wang Yueling reluctantly clicked on the group chat and saw that the group name had been changed to "[Hyotei Hell Survival Guide (You win if you survive)]".
"..."
He rubbed his temples with his fingertips, knowing without a doubt who was behind it. That guy, Yuushi Oshitari, was obsessed with romance novels and melodramatic plots; even his group name was so outrageous.
These kids are something else. They got scolded so badly yesterday, and when they got home last night, instead of thinking about practicing, they were just brooding over these random things.
The group chat was still buzzing with messages, almost all of them tagging him.
……
[Ci Lang's comeback in progress]: @Wang Yue Ling, where are you?! We've already finished our warm-up!!
[On the road to victory]: @望月凌 That's right!!! I've already run five laps!!!
[Shinobu's comeback]: To be precise, it was four and a half laps. You skipped half a lap on the fifth lap.
[On the Rise of the Sun]: How did you know?!
[Shinobu's comeback]: Because I was behind you, I saw you turn the corner ahead of time.
[A Counterattack Against the Sun]: ...
【Phoenix's Counterattack】: @WangyueLingWangyueSenior, we arrived at six o'clock.
【Hiyoshi's Counterattack】: The inferior overthrows the superior.
[Shinobu's comeback]: Hiyoshi, you've said it for the eighth time today.
[Atobe's comeback is in progress]: @Where is Mochizuki Ryo?
……
Wang Yueling scrolled through the messages from beginning to end, and the more she read, the more something seemed off.
What time did these people go to sleep last night? When he got up at 5:30 for his morning exercise, people were already sending messages in the group. It's only 7:10 now, and they've already finished their warm-up.
Was yesterday's blow too great, causing too much stress?!
Wang Yueling held her forehead and typed three words on the screen with her fingertips.
【望月凌】：I'll be there soon.
After thinking for a moment, he added another sentence.
[Wang Yueling]: If you have some free time, go through your usual training routine first.
After sending the message, he immediately switched to Do Not Disturb mode and tossed his phone aside. He took out the training menu he had prepared the night before from his bag, his fingertips tracing the dense text and data on the paper, his expression serious.
This was a plan he devised by combining his past life's experience in professional tennis with his current elite education philosophy, along with an analysis of the weaknesses of all members of Hyotei.
He had calculated the training volume.
Everyone is operating at around 80% of their maximum capacity, which won't exceed the body's limits, but it's definitely not easy either.
His coach trained him this way in his past life. Back then, he hated it so much that he wanted to throw his racket away every morning when he woke up. But looking back now, it was that training that led him to the top of the world.
The morning breeze swept through the roadside trees, and the new green leaves swayed gently.
The dryness in her throat returned, and Wang Yueling gently licked her lower lip, secretly making up her mind.
Today is my first official day as acting coach, and I absolutely cannot let my image fall apart.
Since you can't speak, then speak less and adopt a cool and aloof approach.
If something can be resolved with a glance, then never speak.
……
Unfortunately, what Wang Yueling didn't know was that the image he wanted had already been shattered yesterday.
Yesterday's crushing 1v200 victory has already caused a stir in the Hyotei fan club. Some gossipy members have even added fuel to the fire, spreading all sorts of exaggerated versions, and the title "Demon King of Hell" has quietly begun to circulate.
The news spread like wildfire throughout Tokyo's universities, and even Renji Yanagi, a data expert at Rikkai University, obtained the top-secret records through clandestine channels.
Wang Yueling's already demonized image was further intensified.
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The car slowly came to a stop in front of Hyotei Academy, and the driver respectfully opened the car door.
"Young Master, we've arrived."
Wang Yueling stuffed the training plan back into her bag, picked up her thermos, and got off the bus.
The Hyotei Academy was quiet in the early morning. The sunlight shone from the east, turning the glass curtain wall of the main teaching building a pale gold.
He walked along the path towards the tennis club, and stopped to take a look when he passed the cherry blossom grove. The petals had long since fallen, leaving only a tree full of new leaves, rustling in the morning breeze.
After admiring the view, he walked steadily toward the tennis club.
The gilded tennis club sign gleamed softly in the morning light; though it was quite old, it still shone brightly. He stopped, looked at the sign, and a slight smile curved his lips before stepping inside.
The scene on the stadium was completely different from before.
More than two hundred members were preparing in an orderly manner. There was no idle chatting or fooling around, no slacking off; everyone's expression was one of high spirits and seriousness. Yesterday's battle, which had completely crushed pride, had been even more effective than he had anticipated.
Upon seeing him enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up straight in unison.
"Substitute coach!"
The sound was so loud that it made the air tremble slightly.
Wang Yueling paused for a moment, nodded slightly, her movements elegant and simple, without any superfluous expression.
Walk to the front of the line.
Atobe was already standing there, arms crossed, with the regulars lined up on either side, all wearing the same tracksuits, exuding a sharp aura, their chins slightly raised, the standard Atobe-style stance.
Seeing him approach, Atobe tilted his head and looked him up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his icy blue eyes.
The person in front of me still had a tall and straight figure and an outstanding temperament, but the light yellow duck headband on his forehead added a touch of inexplicable cuteness.
The contrast between his sharp-tongued, ruthless, and domineering image yesterday and his current one is outrageous.
Finally, my gaze moved upwards and settled on his forehead.
"Um~ what's that on your head?"
Wang Yueling replied expressionlessly, "Hairband."
"I'm not blind, of course I can tell it's a headband." Atobe's lips twitched, clearly dissatisfied with his answer. "That pattern..."
"Duck."
"..."