allendalepharm Chapter 40 Leave professional matters to professionals
Chapter 40 Leave professional matters to professionals
the other side.
Wang Yueling ran all the way from the hospital and arrived at the school just in time. As she was heading towards the teaching building, she saw a group of people walking out of the tennis court in the distance. It looked like they had just finished their morning training.
Remembering the embarrassing incident that morning, he originally wanted to sneak around, but Cilang's eyes were too sharp, and he spotted him from a long distance away.
"Ling!!!"
Jiro, brimming with energy, charged over like a rocket launcher, grabbed Mochizuki Ryo's arm and shook it vigorously, his eyes sparkling: "You really joined the tennis club?!"
The little lamb slept soundly yesterday, probably because it slept too much. Today it is full of energy and shows no signs of fatigue from yesterday.
"real."
Wang Yueling felt dizzy from being shaken so much that she reached out and pressed her hand on his shoulder. "Stop shaking me, or I'm going to throw up."
Atobe walked over from the direction of the tennis court, his jacket draped over his shoulders, his expression calm, but when he saw Mochizuki Ryo, his icy blue eyes were filled with disdain.
"Wang Yueling, you are truly magnificent. On your very first day of joining, you led the way in skipping morning training." He walked up to Wang Yueling, his tone neither fierce nor polite.
"Keigo, don't be angry." Mochizuki Ryou raised her hand to catch her breath, then quickly surrendered, smiling apologetically, "Special circumstances, special circumstances, there will definitely be no next time."
Atobe listened to his assurance, glanced at him helplessly, and said nothing more.
Others gathered around and greeted them warmly.
"Senior Mochizuki! Good morning!" Feng greeted her with a smile, her eyes sincere.
Xiang Ri skipped over excitedly, "Ling! You really joined the tennis club? That's great!"
Shinobu pushed up his glasses, leaned closer to him, and said with a hint of mockery in his voice, "You've really joined us? I thought you'd just stand by and watch."
"Yes, I promised Keigo yesterday." Mochizuki Ryou nodded and smiled in response, then took out the remaining bag of desserts from her hand. "I happened to have brought some snacks, so I shared them with everyone."
Upon hearing the word "dessert," Xiang Ri's eyes lit up instantly: "Is it that Napoleon pastry from last time?! That one was so delicious!"
"No, this time it's vanilla pudding and lemon tart." Mochizuki Ryo handed them out one by one, "Everyone, please try them."
Everyone reached out to accept it, and words of thanks rose and fell.
Atobe stood to the side, holding nothing. Mochizuki Ryou glanced at him, then, holding a bag, respectfully handed it over with both hands.
"Your Excellency, this is yours."
Atobe was pleased by his attitude. He took the bag, glanced at the desserts inside, and surprisingly didn't find anything wrong with them. He gave a light hum and said in a nonchalant tone, "Hmm...not bad."
Wang Yueling held back her laughter, afraid that the man would get angry again.
He turned his head and his gaze fell on Kabaji behind Atobe. The tall boy stood there quietly, neither taking the initiative to come forward nor speaking, and his presence was really not high.
He walked over and personally handed a dessert to Kabaji, his eyes sincere and natural, without any pretense or unnecessary scrutiny: "Kabaji, this is for you, try it and see if you like it."
Kabaji paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly, seemingly surprised that Mochizuki Ryo would specifically hand it to him.
In his memory, very few people would pay attention to him so proactively, equally, and sincerely. Most people either feared Atobe-senpai or ignored his existence; very few treated him as a friend like Mochizuki Ryo.
He hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out to take it, his voice low but exceptionally clear: "Thank you."
Atobe saw this scene and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, but he didn't say anything.
The others saw it too, smiled knowingly, and said nothing more.
Kabaji has always been like this in the team: quiet, expressionless, and with a low profile. Everyone knows he's a good person, but few people specifically think of him. Mochizuki Ryo, who has only been there for a short time, has noticed these details, which is truly heartwarming.
"Chotaro, please take this one to Shishido." Knowing that the two of them would be eating lunch together, Mochizuki Ryo handed over the last one.
Feng quickly took it, smiling and nodding earnestly, "Okay, Senpai Mochizuki, I will definitely pass it on to Senpai Shishido!"
Cilang clung to Wangyue Ling, refusing to get down. "Ling, why don't you have lunch with us today? We usually eat in the garden behind the tennis club."
"Sure." Wang Yueling ruffled his curly hair helplessly and said with a smile.
The school bell rang.
Everyone walked towards the classroom. Atobe took a couple of steps, then turned back and said, "Bring your club application to me for the club activities this afternoon."
"Understood." Mochizuki Ryou waved her hand.
Cilang clung to him all the way to the classroom, chattering incessantly, overjoyed.
When they arrived at the classroom, class was already in session. The homeroom teacher saw the two of them sneak in through the back door, sighed, turned a blind eye, and let them go.
Wang Yueling sat back in her seat, and Jilang sat down next to her. Jilang took out a textbook from the drawer, opened it, and then secretly reached into the drawer to open the lemon tart. She took small bites, and her eyes narrowed as she ate it.
Wang Yueling turned to the page in her textbook where the teacher was lecturing, and was about to take a few notes when the corner of her school uniform jacket was tugged at by the little animal next to her.
He turned his head to look over.
Cilang glanced at the teacher on the podium, lemon tart crumbs still on his lips, and mumbled, "Ling, your dessert-making skills are absolutely amazing. From now on, I'll bring you ingredients, and you can make it for me every day, okay?"
"You wish." Wang Yueling laughed and lightly patted the little hand that was tugging at her clothes.
Cilang wasn't discouraged by being rejected. He took another small pudding and started eating it, his cheeks bulging out like a little hamster stealing food.
Wang Yueling glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh.
Forget it.
Being able to eat is a blessing.
He listened attentively to the rustling sounds of the little mice eating beside him while taking notes.
get out of class ended quickly.
Wang Yueling took out two membership application forms from under the desk and began filling them out while leaning over the desk.
Class representative Eika Ito passed by and happened to see "Tennis Club" on the form. She smiled and said softly, "Mochizuki-kun, you want to join the tennis club? Well then, I wish you and Jiro-kun good luck in the Kanto Tournament."
"Thank you." Wang Yueling looked up and smiled in return.
After the class monitor left, Cilang immediately leaned over, his head almost touching his shoulder, and whispered, "Ling, you saw everything in my room yesterday, right?"
"Hmm." Mochizuki Ryo nodded, suppressing a laugh, recalling the shocking scene she had witnessed yesterday, "Marui Bunta-themed itasha-ya (decorated house)."
"Hehe." Cilang scratched his head sheepishly, his eyes shining. "Let me tell you, I have a secret space where I store tons of rare and out-of-print merchandise. I'll take you there to see it next time."
He started talking non-stop, no longer thinking about sleeping during breaks. He pulled his deskmate aside and chatted about everything from his collections to fan support strategies, and the more they talked, the more they clicked.
It's like we've known each other for ages.
Wang Yueling then secretly inquired about purchasing channels, and Cilang, without holding back, told her all the ways he often collected merchandise.
As the conversation got more interesting, Jiro suddenly stared at his backpack with sharp eyes and a sly smile, "Ryo, isn't that little doll you carry with you every day the captain of Rikkai University, Yukimura?"
Wang Yueling paused, raised an eyebrow at him, didn't deny it, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I like him very much."
"I knew it!" Cilang clapped his hands, almost shouting out loud, then quickly covered his mouth, his eyes shining brightly.
"I've been observing you for a long time. You look at that doll every day in class, without fail. And the doll's hair color and the hairband made me guess, and I was right. You like Captain Yukimura."
After saying that, he excitedly pulled out his phone, tapped a few times quickly, and handed him a group chat interface: "I'll add you to this group! Rikkai University Tennis Club Fan Club (Top Secret Version), not open to ordinary people! It's full of first-hand information, and many of my limited-edition merchandise items come from here!"
Wang Yueling's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly, "Quick, pull me!"
"But I have a condition!" Jiro held up one finger, speaking with righteous indignation, "You have to hurry up and finish making my Bunta doll!"
"No problem at all." Wang Yueling agreed without hesitation. "I'll work overtime tonight to sew it, and I guarantee it'll be finished by next Monday!"
"Great!" Jiro happily swung his legs.
The two of them spent the whole morning together like a small gathering of like-minded people.
They chatted about everything from how they obtained the cotton dolls to the craftsmanship of making them, from the competition styles of their respective idols to the factional struggles within their fan clubs. Jiro even pulled out several "super super super super" privately treasured website addresses from his phone and sent them to Mochizuki Ryo one by one, adding the comment "This is absolutely top secret, don't tell anyone" with each one.
While saving the file, Wang Yueling sighed inwardly: Indeed, for professional matters, you should find professionals.
The students around them, watching the two chatting so enthusiastically, couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly good their relationship was, given that these two new deskmates had only known each other for a week.