LRAB Chapter 50 Hyotei Doesn't Need Waste
Chapter 50 Hyotei Doesn't Need Waste
Atobe stared at the little yellow duck for two seconds, then looked away without saying anything more. He simply stepped aside to make room for Atobe, gesturing for him to stand in front.
But Mochizuki Ryou saw that he was trying not to laugh.
The two stood side by side, their auras evenly matched, but Mochizuki Ryo was more than half a head taller than Atobe, so he should have had the upper hand.
But the pale yellow duck headband on her forehead was just too eye-catching.
The cute cartoon patterns completely washed away his cold and hard aura.
The tennis club members would steal glances at his forehead from time to time, then quickly look away, their shoulders trembling slightly.
Shinobu pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the morning light, a smile playing on his lips; Mukahi's eyes widened, almost bursting into laughter; Jiro rubbed his eyes, staring at the little duck on his headband with a face full of curiosity.
Wang Yueling took in everyone's reactions, her fingertips unconsciously pressing her hair ribbon, feeling helpless.
My grandmother's wishes cannot be taken away; I can only let them see them.
He walked to the center of the line, faced everyone, and cleared his throat.
"cough."
He deliberately lowered his voice, trying to make his tone sound calm and cold, and only spoke in short sentences.
"I said it yesterday." He started, but his hoarse, dry voice broke the silence, sounding like Donald Duck talking. He was momentarily speechless, and after a two-second pause, he continued, "Starting today, hellish training mode."
The people below were stunned for a moment, then struggled even harder to suppress their laughter.
Wang Yueling decided to ignore all of this. He slowed down his speech, uttering each word clearly, and his hoarse voice, coupled with his cold and indifferent expression, had a strange kind of intimidating power.
"Anyone who doesn't want to can leave now."
The stadium was completely silent; no one moved, no one spoke, and everyone stood ramrod straight.
"Very good." Wang Yueling was satisfied with their determination. She took out the training plan from her bag. "From today onwards, regular players and non-regular players will use the same training program."
Upon hearing this, there was finally a response from the audience.
Some people frowned, some looked at each other, and some whispered among themselves.
"The same set?"
"So we're the same as the regular trainees?"
"How is that possible..."
Wang Yueling didn't give them time to discuss.
"Without a solid foundation, everything else is just empty talk. Everyone uses the same basic menu. Those who can complete it move on to the advanced menu. Those who can't continue practicing with the original menu until they can."
He raised his hand and gently adjusted the hairband on his forehead, his gaze turning cold as he swept across the entire room.
"I don't care whether you're a regular or not; the capable rise, the incapable fall."
"Hyotei doesn't need useless people."
The last two words were spoken very softly, but everyone heard them clearly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a slight commotion arose below.
The regulars were quite calm, after all, they had often accepted challenges from non-regulars in the past, and defending their titles was already a piece of cake.
The ordinary members, however, had a burning glint in their eyes, thinking that they had a chance to beat the main players, and they were filled with an indomitable spirit.
Looking at their reactions, Wang Yueling nodded inwardly.
Not bad, at least yesterday's scolding wasn't in vain.
"in addition."
His voice was calm, but his words struck everyone's hearts: "We will strive to give ordinary members more opportunities to compete."
"We will arrange off-campus leagues, friendly matches, and youth open tournaments later. As long as you train well, you will have the opportunity to play."
The non-regulars in the audience widened their eyes instantly upon hearing this, and even their breathing became a little rapid.
They'd been in the tennis club for so long, mostly just as sparring partners. They never had a chance to participate in official off-campus matches, only able to watch the regulars shine on the court. And now this new acting coach was actually trying to get them playing time?
The surprise came so suddenly that everyone became excited.
"Hyotei isn't just about its regular players being able to compete." Mochizuki Ryo smiled as he swept his gaze over the excited faces, paused for a moment, and continued in a deep voice, "Whoever has trained well, that's who will play."
"This is my promise to you."
The entire room fell silent for two seconds.
Then came a hushed commotion.
"Really...?"
"Can we play in a competition too?"
"What the substitute coach said must be true..."
Ryo Mochizuki didn't explain further; he had finalized all of this with his cousins, Atobe and Sakaki Taro, the night before.
Hyotei has always maintained a clear distinction between regular and non-regular players, with resources heavily skewed towards each other. While seemingly valuing elites, this actually restricts the upward mobility of lower-level members, hindering the development of new talent within the team.
Tennis has never been a game for a select few; the foundation of a team always lies in the hard work of every member who works silently.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were drawn to the training menu in his hand.
Jiro craned his neck, stealthily taking half a step forward, trying to peek at the contents. Mukahi followed suit, the two of them like two curious little animals.
Wang Yueling glanced at it coldly.
The two immediately pulled their necks back, their movements as quick as if they had been scalded by hot water.
I stood ramrod straight, not daring to move.
Ignoring the probing questions from the others, Mochizuki Ryo raised her hand and gestured for Takiginosuke to distribute the copied training menu.
As the papers were passed to everyone, the breathing in the stadium instantly became heavier.
Everyone stared at the contents of the paper and gasped.
Daily Training Schedule
I get up at 5:00 AM.
5:30-7:00晨训：热身拉伸完毕后，10公里变速跑，折返跑100组x6，挥拍2000次……
15:30 PM - 17:30 PM Specialized training (addressing individual weaknesses): fixed-point ball control, refining signature moves, footwork improvement...
Tactical analysis and video review will be held from 18:00 to 19:00 in the evening. All members must attend.
Saturday: Closed training all day.
Sunday: All-tennis club round-robin tournament, the bottom-ranked team is relegated, and lower-ranked members can challenge for a place in the next round.
The training intensity was terrifying, more than three times stricter than what Atobe had previously set. Not to mention ordinary members, even the regulars felt their scalps tingle.
There was a three-second silence.
Then it exploded.
"Morning training starts at 5:30?! I usually don't get up until 6:40!"
"A 10km interval endurance run? Is that even humanly possible?"
"The target for the shot is accurate to the centimeter... centimeter?!"
"I don't even know how long my racket is..."
"You'll definitely be worked to death."
Wang Yueling heard their discussion and spoke in a low voice, with his usual playful tone, but because of his hoarse voice, he lost some of his sharpness and gained a strange comicality.
"I've calculated everyone's physical limits, and I won't get injured." He tapped his throat with his fingertip and then said, "If we can't even complete this, we shouldn't go to the National Tournament. Hyotei can't afford to lose face like that."
His voice was calm, yet every word pierced the heart, showing no mercy whatsoever.
As soon as he finished speaking, the stadium fell silent. No one complained, no one backed down. Yesterday's crushing defeat was still fresh in their minds. They knew better than anyone that without putting in twice the effort, they would forever remain stagnant, trampled underfoot.
Ryo Shishido was the first to step forward, his grip on his racket tightening as he looked at Ryo Mochizuki, his voice firm and resolute.
"I can do it."
Wang Yueling looked at him, nodded slightly, a mischievous glint flashing in her azure eyes, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
"I know you can do it," he said deliberately slowly, "so, double your amount."
"..."
Ryo Shishido's pupils contracted slightly, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
Mukahi, who was next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing. Then Jiro laughed along, Feng laughed along, and even Hiyoshi couldn't help but smile.
Shishido's face flushed red, his lips moved a few times as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only manage to stammer out, "...I understand."
Wang Yueling glanced at the group of people who were laughing and joking.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Each of you has one," he said coldly, "a weekly individual goal for both regular and prospective regulars. You must achieve it."
"You are the face of Hyotei."
He paused, his cold gaze sweeping across everyone's faces.
"If they can't handle it, replace them."
One sentence made all the regular players tense up, and they dared not slack off in the slightest.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to announce the specific requirements.
Wang Yueling tapped the training menu with her fingertips and began to announce her personal goals one by one. Every number was so precise that everyone was stunned.
"Atobe." He looked up at the boy beside him, his tone cold and stern. "The serve's landing point must be within 5 centimeters of accuracy."
Atobe's pupils contracted slightly, a storm raging within him. Controlling the serve's landing point to within 5 centimeters demands an abnormal level of precision; even professional players would find it difficult to guarantee 100% consistency.
But he did not back down, his tone still carrying his unique arrogance: "Hmm~ I'll remember that."
"Shinobu." Mochizuki Ryo shifted his gaze to Shinobu Yuushi, "Tidal Interception, no more than two mistakes throughout the entire match."
Renji's lips twitched, and his hand, which was pushing up his glasses, froze in mid-air. Tidal Interception was his hidden trump card, and he had made quite a few mistakes in practice. Now, the requirement was to make no more than two mistakes in a match, which made the difficulty unimaginable.
"Coach Mochizuki, your demands are too harsh," Shinobu said with a wry smile, trying to beg for mercy.
Wang Yueling glanced at him coldly, her hoarse voice showing no mercy: "What's the point of practicing a secret technique that you've been hiding for two years if you can't even maintain stability?"
One sentence struck at the deepest question in Oshitari's heart, leaving him speechless and only able to bow his head in agreement.
"Hori."
"Stamina increased by 30%, and the time to stabilize the center of gravity after landing on the moon is shortened by 0.5 seconds."
Mukahi Gakuto's face turned pale. His biggest weakness was physical strength, and this requirement was practically asking him to die.
"phoenix."
"One shot, perfect timing; improved consistency; 20 consecutive shots, all landing in the corners."
Feng Changtaro's cheeks flushed slightly as he nodded vigorously, "Yes, acting coach!"
"Hiyoshi."
"Shift your center of gravity, increase your speed by 0.3 seconds, use ancient martial arts tennis, remove unnecessary fancy moves, and only keep the effective scoring moves."
Hiyoshi's jawline tightened, and he replied in a low voice, "Yes!"
"Akutagawa."
"Drowsiness is not allowed throughout the match, and the success rate of net volleys has been increased to 90%."
Cilang's face instantly fell: "Ling... I really can't do that..."
"I can do it. You just haven't tried." Wang Yueling looked at him with a sinister gaze, uttering a devilish whisper, "If you can't do it, I'll come to your house with a bag on my back and do it for you..."
"Think about all your surroundings..."
Cilang covered his ears as if afraid of hearing a thing, his lips pursed, looking like he was about to cry.
"Birch Field".
"I will tell you what to practice each week for basic skills training."
Kabaji stood beside Atobe, his expression still blank, but his eyes revealed seriousness. He stared straight at Atobe and mumbled, "Yes."
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