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

Chapter 34 I, Keigo Atobe, will do my best.

Atobe pushed open the study door and politely gestured for him to come in first.

Wang Yueling stepped inside, and was instantly amazed by the room before her.

The study is very large, and the overall decoration still follows the British style, but with a touch more scholarly atmosphere.

Facing the door is a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the courtyard, where rose bushes can be seen swaying gently in the night breeze. The other three walls are lined with bookshelves, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, filled with books from various countries.

Literature, history, art...

There are many kinds, and the variety is dazzling.

The largest number of books were on finance, investment, business management, and economics, neatly stacked with gold lettering on the spines that gleamed under the lights.

It silently speaks of the owner's knowledge and ambition.

In the center of the study stands a dark solid wood desk, with neatly stacked documents on its surface. Behind the desk is a high-backed leather chair, exuding a dignified and sophisticated air, from which one can overlook the entire study.

It gives you a great sense of control.

Wang Yueling walked slowly to the bookshelf, her fingertips gently brushing against the spines of the hardcover books, feeling somewhat sentimental.

"The collection of books is more extensive than I imagined, with nearly a third of them being finance-related books. It seems that Keigo has very high standards for himself in business."

"That's natural."

Atobe walked behind the desk and sat down, casually resting his left hand on the edge of the table, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface, like a king sitting firmly on his throne. "Everything about me must be perfect."

Wang Yueling chuckled and shook her head, shifting her gaze from the bookshelf to the desk.

He paused for a moment.

In the most conspicuous place on the desk, there sits a neatly bound white book.

The cover is very clean and simple, with only one line of bold black and gold text: "Analysis of the Current Situation and Improvement Suggestions for Hyotei Tennis Club" (Updated Plus Version).

The signature was written in a single line using a fountain pen.

It contained his name and the date the book was written.

Looking at the carefully bound, sealed, and even gold-stamped proposal, Mochizuki Ryo was first taken aback, then burst out laughing, with a touch of childlike exuberance.

He walked to the desk, bent down, and gently picked up the book. His fingertips traced the smooth cover, his voice light and smug. "I never expected my cousin to bind my proposal into a book, and do it so exquisitely. Does that mean I've published a book?"

Atobe leaned back in his chair, watching his smug expression, a gentle smile passing through his eyes, without interrupting his childish boasting.

Wang Yueling opened it and flipped through a couple of pages. The paper was the kind of matte paper that felt very comfortable to the touch. The layout was neat, the font was uniform, and even the margins were adjusted to a very standard size.

It meets the specifications of a formally published book.

As he looked at it, he couldn't help but laugh and complain to Atobe, "If I had known it would be bound so formally, I should have signed it myself. My cousin probably signed it with a fountain pen."

"Yeah...it was signed by the coach."

Atobe's voice was gentle. He first answered his question, then reached out and took the book from Mochizuki Ryo's hand, opened it, and sincerely exclaimed, "This book is beautifully written."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Yueling sat down opposite him.

"The data is very detailed, the analysis is very accurate, and the suggestions are perfect."

Atobe sat up straight, flipped through a few pages of the book in his hand, then closed it heavily. His icy blue eyes fell on the white book, and his tone was serious and solemn: "You have analyzed the technical shortcomings, training loopholes, and mental problems of every single member of the Hyotei Tennis Club in great detail, and even the improvement plans are accurate to the minute."

"But what I find most terrifying isn't these things."

He paused, placed the white paper on the table, pressed his fingers on it, and looked directly at Wang Yueling, his eyes filled with admiration, surprise, and a hint of barely perceptible... awe.

Meeting his gaze, Mochizuki Ryou smiled with interest and asked softly, "Oh, so what do you think is the scariest thing about me, Keigo?"

"You've only been enrolled for a week."

Atobe's voice was deep yet powerful. "You wrote this proposal less than a week ago, and you already knew the Hyotei tennis club inside and out. Coach Hisakaki, the captain, and anyone else knew this team better."

"to be honest……"

"This is terrifying, horrible."

Despite being praised and impressed by Atobe so directly, Mochizuki Ryo showed neither pride nor panic.

He simply met Atobe's gaze quietly, his azure eyes calm and composed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

horrible?!

The world is in a completely different dimension now, how can it not be terrifying?

The reason I understand them so well is not because of any genius analytical ability or insight, but because during the six years I spent in the sanatorium in my previous life, apart from rehabilitation, I spent almost all my time watching the DVD of "The Prince of Tennis" on repeat.

When bored to the extreme.

He then analyzed each person's skills, habits, and weaknesses repeatedly while looking at the screen, and even produced countless data analysis reports...

Of course, I can't tell Atobe about these things.

Otherwise, he might start to wonder if he's lost his mind from watching too many melodramatic TV shows!

Wang Yueling chuckled softly and began to explain, though it was all nonsense, he spoke frankly:

"I got all the match videos, training data, and player information of the Hyotei Tennis Club from my cousin over the past two years. I spent two whole nights organizing and analyzing them before I came to these conclusions."

"It's incredibly tough."

He naturally praised himself.

He paused again.

His tone became serious, and he spoke each word clearly and sincerely.

"However, Keigo, you must understand that not everyone who holds this white paper can rise to the top overnight and defy fate. I gave it to my cousin simply to provide Hyotei with a basis, a direction."

"I can't play for anyone, I can't take on the hardships of training for you, and I can't win games for you."

"This proposal only points out your shortcomings and suggests ways to improve them."

"As for what you can achieve with it, it ultimately depends on you, your cousin, and the determination and effort of everyone at Hyotei."

Atobe raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

Wang Yueling sighed, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and glanced at the spines of the books.

"War and Peace," "The Morgan Family"... I read through them all, my finger stopped on a hardcover book with a dark blue cover, and I pulled it out.

He returned with the book, placed it in front of Atobe, tapped the cover with his finger, and read the title aloud with a smile: "PhilosophiæNaturalisPrincipiaMathematica."

Atobe glanced down at the book, puzzled.

"Newton's Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy".

Wang Yueling sat back in his chair, leaning back, and said in a slightly nonchalant tone, "It is hailed as the 'first book of human civilization'."

He paused, looked up at Atobe with a playful smile in his eyes, and continued, "This book is full of basic mathematical knowledge, but not everyone who finishes this book can become a mathematical giant like Euler or Gauss."

Atobe's lips twitched slightly when he heard him say that, but he didn't say anything.

"The answer is right in front of you. How much you can understand and how far you can go ultimately depends on your own comprehension and talent."

Wang Yueling's voice was clear and crisp, yet it possessed a clarity beyond his years.

Atobe looked down at the books on the table, then at the boy in front of him with clear eyes and a calm tone.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Then he laughed.

A low laugh echoed in the quiet study, carrying a hint of relief and undisguised admiration.

He had to admit that Wang Yueling's metaphor was accurate, insightful, and quite interesting.

"you're right."

Atobe raised his head, his icy blue eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, and spoke with confidence and arrogance:

"I don't know about others."

"But once this white paper is in my hands, Atobe Keigo, I will make the most of it and do my best."

Looking at the undisguised ambition and determination in his eyes, Wang Yueling's smile deepened.

He had no doubt.

Keigo Atobe was a born leader.

He has the ability, the courage, and the sense of responsibility. As long as he is given a direction, he can lead the Hyotei Tennis Club through the fog and make it shine again.

"I trust you."

Wang Yueling's answer was concise, yet incredibly sincere.