Ye Changfeng woke up feeling refreshed.
His sleep last night had been solid.
He checked the Storyboard Generator and Lyrics & Melody Generator, but since 24 hours hadn’t passed yet, nothing had been produced.
‘Oh well.’ He decided to head to the club.
He remembered Coach Ryuzaki saying today was a team training day.
“Seigaku!
Fight!
Fight!” The moment Ye Changfeng stepped into the tennis club, he heard Horio’s loud voice again.
“Hey, first-years!
Your voices aren’t loud enough!” Oishi scolded.
“Yes!”
“Morning,” Ye Changfeng said casually.
“Ye Changfeng, do you know what time it is?
Do you have no sense of punctuality at all?!” Coach Ryuzaki was clearly angry.
“Look at the other first-year — Echizen arrived a long time ago!”
“Oh,” Ye Changfeng scratched his nose.
“Coach, people without talent naturally need to train harder.”
Coach Ryuzaki shook her head helplessly.
‘This Chinese kid really is as arrogant as the rumors say.
Only Tezuka can keep him in check.’
“Fine.
Go warm up.
Don’t be late next time,” she sighed.
“Tch, this guy is so full of himself,” Kaidoh muttered.
“Oi Snake, don’t forget you lost to this arrogant guy,” Momoshiro teased.
“Interesting newbie.
Very interesting,” Kikumaru laughed.
“Is this first-year really that strong?” Takashi Kawamura asked.
He hadn’t seen Ye Changfeng play yet.
“Alright!
Everyone gather!” Tezuka commanded.
The players quickly lined up in four rows: Regulars, third-years, second-years, and new first-years.
“The regional preliminaries are approaching.
The eight selected regulars must undergo strict training for the upcoming tournaments.
Every team has grown stronger this year, so we cannot afford to be careless!
Especially certain first-year regulars!” Coach Ryuzaki said, her eyes clearly fixed on Ye Changfeng.
“Continue practice!
Third-years and second-years use Court C.
Courts A and B are reserved for the regulars!” Tezuka ordered.
“Wait.
For the regulars’ special training, I’ve invited someone to prepare a unique training menu for everyone!” As soon as Coach Ryuzaki finished speaking, a person walked in.
It was Sadaharu Inui.
“Data Man!”
“Yo!” Inui carried a cardboard box.
“To survive until the Nationals, we must first train our leg strength.
Inside this box are weighted ankle bands.
Everyone, put on three.”
The eight regulars each strapped on their weights.
Ye Changfeng chose the heaviest 10kg ones.
He was already used to this kind of training from his daily quests.
Inui pointed at three colored markers on the opposite side.
“There are also red, blue, and yellow markers, along with these colored balls in my hand!”
“I get it.
Hit the ball matching the color of the marker, right?
Easy!” Kikumaru said confidently, thanks to his dynamic vision.
“Any mistake counts as failure.
And if you fail… I have a special gift prepared for you,” Inui said with a wicked smile.
He was clearly still holding a grudge.
“Start with Eiji!”
Kikumaru went first.
Thanks to his dynamic vision, he handled the first three balls smoothly.
On the other side, Ryoma also started the training and was doing well too.
But after a few more balls, the weight on their legs began to take its toll.
The difference with and without weights was significant.
Combined with Inui’s tricky interference, both eventually failed.
“Hehe, here’s your gift — my special vegetable juice!” Inui pulled out a cup of dark green liquid.
“What’s in this?” Kikumaru asked suspiciously.
“Don’t worry, it’s just some food ingredients.
The taste has been perfectly adjusted,” Inui said with a rare smile that sent chills down everyone’s spines.
“Ahh!
What the hell is this?!” Kikumaru drank it and immediately sprinted off the court.
“Water!
Water!
I need water!”
Ryoma suffered the same fate.
Oishi, Kawamura, and Kaidoh all failed one after another and ran off after tasting the juice.
Fuji also “failed” on purpose.
“Fuji, you did that intentionally, didn’t you?” Kikumaru asked.
“Yes.
I wanted to try it at least once.” Fuji drank the entire cup.
“The taste is actually quite good~”
Everyone was speechless.
Even Inui hadn’t expected that.
Finally, it was Ye Changfeng’s turn.
“Brat, red!”
Thwack!
Ye Changfeng accurately hit the ball toward the red marker… but the ball was actually blue!
“You—!
This is personal revenge!” Ye Changfeng pointed at Inui.
“A tennis player must always ignore external interference!” Inui handed him a cup.
“Just accept your fate!”
As someone with God-level Cooking, Ye Changfeng could smell the ingredients immediately.
‘This isn’t even drinkable.
This guy is straight-up insulting food!’
Seeing everyone else looking at him with expressions that said “We all drank it, so you have to too,” Ye Changfeng could only tilt his head back and chug the entire cup.
Then… nothing.
He collapsed straight to the ground and fainted.
Having God-level Cooking made his senses far more sensitive than normal.
To him, it was like drinking vegetable juice a hundred times more concentrated.
Fainting was inevitable.
“Hehe, revenge successful!” Inui smiled smugly.
More than ten minutes later, Ye Changfeng finally woke up, his face pale.
The other regulars laughed without mercy.
“Even this arrogant kid has his bad days, hahaha!”
“Alright, training resumes!
Our goal for Seigaku is to become the number one team in the country!” Oishi announced.
“Seigaku!
Fight!
Seigaku!
Number one!” The chants rang out loudly, but Ye Changfeng’s voice was noticeably weak and lacking energy…