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

Chapter 121 Sanada and pink go very well together!

At 6:30 a.m., the morning mist was thick, and the mountains of Karuizawa were shrouded in a light blue veil.

The whistle for assembling for morning exercise blows precisely on time.

Wang Yueling stood by the lake, holding a cup of hot tea, watching two groups of people run along the shore. Their footsteps were orderly, and their breaths condensed into white mist in the morning air before quickly dissipating.

Kirihara ran in the lead, the bow in the middle of her seaweed head bobbing up and down. The gel I applied yesterday has been washed off, and her curly hair has regained its original fluffy softness.

The bow on his head was retied by Wang Yueling this morning.

He didn't seem to be running very smoothly.

There's always an inexplicable awkwardness in my steps, as if I'm deliberately controlling something.

Wang Yueling took a sip of tea and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.

I took off the weights yesterday, but put them all back on this morning. The weighted racket is in my hand, and the wrist and ankle braces are tightly secured. That light-as-a-feather feeling from yesterday is gone; my muscles are being pulled by that familiar weight again.

Marui, running behind Kirihara, also felt uneasy. His steps were heavier than usual, and the lightness he felt yesterday was weighed down by the weight, making him feel like he was running in mud.

"Bunta, you're too slow." Kuwabara followed beside him, his voice low.

"I know." Marui chewed gum, his breathing heavier than usual. "Wearing this thing back is so uncomfortable."

"You'll get used to it." Kuwabara said, catching his breath as he did so.

After unloading the weight yesterday, everyone reaped the benefits. That feeling of lightness was so wonderful; running felt like flying.

Wearing them again today, the difference is striking.

But no one complained.

Because it was their own request.

After yesterday's match, several people came to find Wang Yueling, saying that they felt uncomfortable without the weights, that their swing rhythm was off, and that their running felt wrong.

Seeing their awkward expressions, Mochizuki Ryou smiled and said, "Then you can wear them back tomorrow."

Then this morning, everyone consciously put on their weights.

Even Cilang didn't try to cheat by picking it.

Wang Yueling withdrew her gaze and turned her head to look to the side.

Yukimura, wearing a light cashmere shawl, stood quietly beside the coach's bench, watching the boys running around the lake.

"No wonder everyone's stamina and explosiveness were so much stronger than usual yesterday. It turns out they were carrying less weight."

His gaze swept over Kirihara, Mukahi, and the others who were adjusting their breathing on the track, a faint smile in his eyes.

"Physical weight training hones the foundation, and when combined with targeted breakthroughs in specific weaknesses, this training method truly yields visible results."

"That's natural."

Wang Yueling raised her chin, her azure eyes gleaming with smugness.

He gave a wink to the butler of the field not far away, and the butler immediately understood, carrying an exquisite wooden box as he slowly walked over.

"Seiichi." Mochizuki Ryo put down his teacup, took the box, and handed it to Yukimura. "Here, let me show you something."

"The local specialties from this training camp."

"Everyone has a custom-made gravity racket and protective gear, and of course I won't forget yours."

"It was specially customized according to your body measurements and preferred hand feel. Why don't you give it a try?"

Yukimura reached out and took the racket, his fingertips tracing the smooth, matte surface of the blade. The weight was just right, perfectly matching his power generation habits.

It is much heavier than a regular racket.

When you swing it, you can feel a noticeable inertia, but it's not too heavy and doesn't affect the movement.

Yukimura's fingertips traced the end of his racket, where a small dog was engraved. The dog had its tongue lolling out and its eyes were curved, bearing a resemblance to Mochizuki Ryo's usual smile.

He then looked down at the wristbands and ankle braces that the butler had handed him. The same puppy pattern was embroidered on the light gray fabric, with fine stitches, clearly hand-embroidered.

Yukimura gently stroked the puppy pattern with his fingertips, his smile deepening.

"This puppy is quite cute."

He didn't expose Wang Yueling's little scheme, but just spoke softly.

Wang Yueling's ears turned slightly red, but he deliberately put on an air of nonchalance. He put his hands in his pockets, held his chin high, and spoke with an extremely arrogant tone.

"Of course, I designed it specifically."

"To distinguish yours from the others, otherwise all these rackets would be mixed together."

"It would be such a hassle to take the wrong one."

He leaned closer to Yukimura, lowered his voice, pointed at the puppy with his fingertip, his eyes sparkling, "Exclusive custom-made, only one in the whole world."

Yukimura looked up at him, his violet-blue eyes reflecting the faint morning light. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at Mochizuki Ryo's "Praise me, praise me!" expression.

"That's very thoughtful."

"But don't use it now."

Wang Yueling immediately stopped smiling, her tone becoming serious. "This weight is still a bit of a burden on your body right now. Wait until you've recovered and your arm strength has fully returned before using it. Otherwise, you might injure your arm."

Yukimura looked down at the racket in his hand, nodded slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "I know, I will obediently follow your arrangements and will not be stubborn."

Wang Yueling took out a handkerchief from her pocket, wiped off non-existent dust from the racket, then put the racket back into the wooden box and closed the lid.

"I'll keep this for you and give it to you after you're discharged from the hospital."

Yukimura responded, his gaze falling on the bamboo basket beside him.

The bamboo basket was full of peaches, golden-red in color, quite large, and their skins still glistening with morning dew. Each one was individually wrapped in white cotton paper to prevent them from bruising.

"That was saved for you."

Wang Yueling followed his gaze, her tone becoming smug again, "Even crisper and sweeter than the Peach King, I picked them one by one."

He paused, his gaze returning to the track, and softened his voice, "After they finish their morning exercise, I won't go back to school with them. I'll take you back to the hospital first, and bring these peaches with me."

Yukimura looked at him without any surprise, simply nodding quietly with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"it is good."

Along the lake, the running group has entered the final lap.

Sanada ran in the lead, his steps steady and his breathing even. He had changed back to his black hat, the brim pulled low, covering most of his face.

Niou followed not far behind him, his braid swaying behind his shoulder. He ran at a moderate pace, glancing at Sanada's hat every now and then, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Wang Yueling noticed it, but didn't say anything.

He glanced down at his watch, then at the boys by the lake, moved closer to Yukimura, and lowered his voice.

"There's a program coming up later."

Yukimura tilted his head to look at him, a hint of doubt in his purplish-blue eyes.

"What program?"

"You'll see when you see it." Wang Yueling blinked, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said mysteriously, "I prepared this with Prince Ren last night; it took quite a bit of effort."

Yukimura glanced at him, then at Sanada running in the group, a knowing look flashing in his eyes.

He didn't ask any more questions, but simply pulled the blanket up a little, sat back in the wicker chair, picked up his hot tea, and adopted a "I'll just watch the show quietly" attitude.

last night.

Wang Yueling and Renwang secretly slipped into the clothes drying room.

They replaced Sanada's clean black baseball cap with a prop hat made by Mochizuki Ryo herself.

At room temperature, the hat was exactly the same as Sanada's original one, and there was no flaw in the design.

Not only that, Mochizuki Ryo also prepared many surprises...

Sanada was completely unaware of this.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, completely unaware that the hat on his head was slowly changing.

The black fabric gradually faded from the brim, turning into a soft pink. On the originally plain hat surface, pale pink pig nose patterns slowly emerged, appearing and disappearing in the morning sunlight.

The first to notice the anomaly was Marui Bunta, who was following not far behind Sanada. His eyes widened, and he forgot to chew his gum, reaching out to tug at Kuwabara's arm.

"Kuwabara, Kuwabara!" Marui whispered, his voice filled with shock. "Look at Sanada's hat!"

Kuwabara looked in the direction Marui was pointing and was also stunned. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it.

"That...that was pink? When did it change color?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Marui nodded vigorously, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's a pig nose design! That's incredible!"

Their voices weren't loud, but they were still heard by several people around them.

Oshitari pushed up his glasses and looked at the top of Sanada's head with great interest. Mukahi also came over, covering his mouth and secretly laughing.

"Wow! Sanada is wearing a pink hat! What a contrast!"

More and more people have noticed the changes in Sanada's hat.

The originally orderly running group gradually became chaotic. Everyone slowed down their pace intentionally or unintentionally, and their eyes were all turned to the top of Sanada's head, with suppressed laughter occasionally escaping their lips.

Sanada sensed the strange looks around him, frowned, and continued walking with a serious tone.

"What are you looking at! Run properly! You're being too lax!"

No one dared to speak, but they couldn't help but secretly laugh.

Sanada's hat grew increasingly pink, and the pig nose pattern on it became more and more clearly visible. Among a group of boys in sportswear, the pink hat stood out conspicuously.

Atobe noticed it too.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile flashing in his icy blue eyes.

"Hmm, Sanada's taste is more unique than I imagined."

Oshitari chimed in from the side, "I never knew Sanada-kun had such a girlish side. You really can't judge a book by its cover."

Sanada finally realized something was wrong.

He raised his hand and touched his hat; the feel was no different from usual. But the laughter around him grew louder and louder, and even Liu, who was usually the most serious, had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

A bad feeling rose in Sanada's heart.

He stopped and reached down to take off his hat.

The moment the hat left the head, countless tiny pink flowers floated out from the lining, like a small cherry blossom rain.

At the same time, with a soft "snap," the small device inside the hat's pom-pom activated, and the fabric on both sides flipped outwards, resembling ears, emitting a sharp pig squeal.

"Hmph~"

Everyone stopped abruptly, their eyes all fixed on the hat in Sanada's hand.

The hat was now completely pink, with pale pink pig noses covering its surface.

There were words on the hat.

"The most adorable vice-captain recognized by the city and Rikkai University."

The characters are small, but they are a deep pink color, making them very clear against a light pink background.

There was a little pig printed on the top of the brim, pink and white, round and chubby, with squinting eyes and a very peaceful expression.

And that was accompanied by that loud grunt of a pig.

The entire room fell silent for about two seconds.

then……

"Pfft."

Jiro's reddish-brown curly hair stood on end. Pointing at Sanada's hat, he gaped and exclaimed, "Isn't that a pig-themed hat?!"

"Hahahaha!" Marui laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, clutching his stomach and squatting on the ground. "Sanada is so cute!"

"There's even writing on it! The cutest vice minister ever!" Hibiki laughed until tears streamed down his face, pointing to the words on his hat, "So the minister himself has certified it!"

Shinobu pushed up his glasses, trying hard to suppress his laughter, but his shoulders kept shaking, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of schadenfreude.

"I never knew Sanada-kun had this kind of hobby. It's quite an eye-opener."

Atobe crossed his arms, glanced at Sanada's pink hat, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to like such cute things, Sanada. You're quite different from the you I know."

Yagyu's glasses reflected the light, obscuring his expression, but his voice carried a clear hint of laughter.

"Sanada, that hat... is quite unique."

Feng stood next to him, covering her face, and whispered, "Poor Sanada-senpai, he got pranked again."

Sanada stood there, clutching the pink hat in his hand, the color spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears, until his forehead was completely red.

Like cooked shrimp.

Just then, two irritating voices came from behind the crowd.

"Oh dear."

Wang Yueling strolled over slowly, hands in her pockets, her tone full of feigned surprise.

"Genichiro, so you like pink? You should have said so earlier. I have a lot of pink wrist and knee pads, I'll bring them to you next time."

Niou emerged from behind Sanada, his braid swaying behind his shoulder, his fox-like eyes curving into crescents. He tilted his head, glanced at the pink hat, then at Sanada's expression, his tone perfectly irritating.

"Puri~ Vice Minister, so you like this style."

He reached out and poked the pink pig on the brim of his hat, drawing out his words, "This little pig is quite cute, it looks exactly like you, Vice Minister."

Sanada was still in a daze, staring intently at the pig ears on both sides of the hat, at the little flowers that were still fluttering outwards, and at the words on the top of the hat.

His lips moved.

He didn't utter a single word.

Renwang deliberately leaned closer, tilted his head to look at him, his little braid swaying behind his shoulder, and spoke in a very innocent tone.

"Vice Minister, your face is so red. Did you get too hot after running?"

He casually pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, his expression unbelievably sincere. "Wipe your sweat? Or... are you touched by your own girlish heart?"

Sanada suddenly raised his head, his eyes shooting like knives at Mochizuki Ryo and Niou's faces, which seemed to say, "We did it on purpose, but what can you do about it?"

His fingers, gripping the hat tightly, bulged with veins, and his teeth were grinding together.

"Mochizuki Ryo! Niou Masaharu!"

Sanada spat out those two names through gritted teeth, his roar echoing across the lake, "You guys are far too lax!!!"

"Stop right there!!! Give me back my hat."

Before he finished speaking, he charged towards the two of them, holding up the pink hat.

Wang Yueling and Renwang were prepared. They exchanged a smile, turned around, and ran away in different directions.

"No way!!!" Niou shouted, turning back to make a face as he ran, his braid swinging in a straight line behind him. "If you catch us, we'll give your hat back!"

"That's right, that's right."

Mochizuki Ling also shouted back, with a tone that was too harsh to beat, "How can I return the hat to you so easily because of my ability? Besides, the pig hat is so interesting. It also hums and screams. It's so cute when you wear it! Everyone likes it!"

Sanada was so angry he was practically fuming. He started chasing Niou around the lake.

The two people ran around the lake, one in front of the other.

Niou's running style was cunning; he didn't run in a straight line, but deliberately chose to dart through areas with many trees, weaving between pine and peach trees. Sanada followed behind, his face dark, his steps fast and heavy.

Kirihara squatted by the lake, watching the two chase each other, laughing so hard his kelp head shook.

"The vice minister runs so fast!" He wiped away tears of laughter, turned to the side, and asked, "Senior, when did you do that?"

Mochizuki Ryou fled to Yukimura's side, picked up the teacup she had been holding, took a sip of tea with an elegant demeanor, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"After you slept last night."

He paused, glanced at the two pursuers, and a smile played on his lips. "The hat is specially made, made of temperature-sensitive color-changing fabric. It's black at room temperature, but turns pink when the temperature rises."

He gestured with his chin in the direction Sanada had run off into the distance. "That little flower mechanism was also designed by me. The petals were made of silk and held in place by a spring inside the brim of the hat. It would spring open at the slightest touch."

"That squeal of a pig was something I had to work with several experts in mechanical engineering to fix."

He spoke casually, his bright blue eyes shining, unable to hide the smugness of "my prank succeeded."

Yukimura laughed at his smug look.

"When did you and Niou discuss this?"

"Preparations began before the training camp."