Chapter 24: Training and Coaching If I feel it is inappropriate, or if I...

Yukihara Kaoru propped up her chin and watched Yukimura and Sanada play - the closer they got to the last few games of the Kanto Tournament, the more nervous they became, and a big reason for this was the unsuccessful games last year.

In addition, Yukimura said that during last year's Kanto Tournament, he was undergoing surgery, and Sanada led everyone alone to fight against Seigaku, but the result was not satisfactory.

Therefore, their tutoring location was chosen to be the tennis club that Yukimura and Sanada often went to. Xiangcheng would do the exercise book for a while on her own initiative, and then help her answer questions when the two of them took a break.

But Xiangcheng's thoughts are always disrupted by them.

The two of them were like monsters, mobilizing all their strength and skills, and throwing themselves into the game with even greater enthusiasm than the few games she had seen before.

Volleyball is a group revelry, while tennis is a solo dance. In the first set, the score was 40-15. Yukimura looked at ease, while Sanada was a bit embarrassed. Yukimura was maneuvering the ball left and right from the middle of the baseline, forcing Sanada to run and counterattack as much as possible.

Finally, with a snap, Sanada clutched his numb right hand with his left hand, and the racket, now difficult to hold, fell to the ground. With a samurai's might, he shouted, picked up the racket with his left hand, and prepared to continue the fight.

Yukimura smiled faintly and said, "The first set is over, Sanada, take a break."

Sanada gritted his teeth secretly. Yukimura seemed to be in exceptionally good shape today. He completely controlled the game just at the baseline. He was a little overwhelmed by the first step of "destroying the five senses". He really underestimated his opponent.

When Xiangcheng heard Yukimura's words, she quickly lowered her head to continue reading the questions. Before she could understand them, Yukimura had already walked to her side, took the pen from her hand, then sighed softly and tapped her forehead with the knuckles of his left hand.

Xiangcheng covered her forehead without daring to breathe, and let the serious Yukimura teacher lean over and completely cover her right side with his figure that smelled like a faint daisy.

"What does distance equal?"

"Ah?" Before the dazed Xiangcheng could react, Yukimura wrote a few formulas in his neat and casual handwriting in the blank space of the question.

Xiangcheng carefully held her breath, afraid that the breath she exhaled would land on the back of Yukimura's hand. After finishing the work, Yukimura pointed at the problem again and said, "Substitute these formulas and take it one step at a time."

Xiangcheng, whose face began to turn red, said nothing, but nodded and pointed at the pencil in Yukimura's hand. Yukimura took the pencil head and put it into her hand, and his eyes turned and he saw the red tip of her ear.

This was the first time he noticed that Xiangcheng's ears were small, with an arc-shaped outline and a slightly curved tip.

He laughed silently, and his chest couldn't help but vibrate, making Xiangcheng even more uncomfortable.

He touched the top of Xiangcheng's head and said, "Don't be impatient. Take your time. I'll show you the next type of question after the next round is over."

"Okay."

Xiangcheng breathed a sigh of relief and finally saw Yukimura off. She didn't dare to look up again and concentrated on studying the formula written by Yukimura.

Yukimura returned to the field and asked, "Shall we continue?"

Sanada answered without hesitation: "Of course!" His right hand had almost recovered.

If Nioh was present, he would definitely sigh that Yukimura is indeed a master of balancing things. He does not delay anything and can even let his opponent Sanada be in good shape before playing with him for fun.

Unfortunately, both Sanada and Xiangcheng were stubborn. They both thought, "It's really not easy for Yukimura! Being both a sparring partner and a coach, so they worked even harder." Yukimura also smiled with satisfaction at the two of them.

The second set began with Sanada serving. Remembering the lesson from the first set, he aimed to get Yukimura out of his baseline comfort zone from the start. So, he fired a powerful serve diagonally to midfield. Yukimura's eyes flashed, and in just two steps, he sliced ​​the ball. Sanada, by then, had already stepped forward and slammed it back.

However, the ball did not land in the front court as he expected, but was firmly attracted by Yukimura who returned to the baseline.

Yukimura's eyes shone with a sharp and dangerous light, and he mouthed the words "destroy the five senses".

Despite a seemingly effortless counterattack, Sanada felt he could never catch up to the ball's landing point. This familiar feeling of helplessness instantly inflamed his anger. He simply closed his eyes, entering a state of immovable stillness.

The movement path of the tennis ball invisibly lengthened and slowed down a lot. He was trying hard to call it, to find it, and raised his wrist firmly. Finally, he felt the tennis ball fall into the center of the racket, and then sent it out at a blazing speed.

Yukimura just raised his eyebrows. Not bad, there was progress. It was a pity that Yukimura still blocked the ball on the spot. The tennis ball knew who was the master of this game and obediently fell on the net and then rolled to Sanada's side.

Sanada laughed heartily, feeling genuinely happy that he had once again broken the record of suppressing the five senses.

Not long after, Yukimura won another game, but this time he finally put in some effort and came over to wipe the sweat off his face with a towel from the sidelines.

Xiangcheng felt embarrassed. Why didn't she think of Yukimura's recent busyness before asking him? He was only concerned about whether he could participate in the training.

Fortunately, Yukimura didn't get so close. After putting down the towel, he picked it up and checked the few questions she had just done.

Pointing to the last question, he said, "The number you substituted is wrong. Try to calculate it again."

"Okay." Xiangcheng put away the workbook and calculated the result on the scratch paper. As expected, he had miscalculated 0.1 as 1.

Yukimura smiled and said, "That was careless."

"Hehe," Xiangcheng looked up and smiled, "You calculated too quickly!"

Seeing Yukimura was about to hit her forehead again, Xiangcheng immediately covered her head. Yukimura stopped his hand with a smile and continued to explain the next formula to her.

"You keep stopping and starting the game. Is that really okay?"

Yukimura turned around and glanced at Sanada, then said to Xiangcheng, "It's okay. Look, Sanada is unconsciously summarizing the previous game. Just give him some time."

Kazuaki's eyes were also on Sanada, and the samurai-like man was standing on the sidelines muttering to himself.

Okay...but I'd better change the tutor tomorrow. I wonder if Mr. Matsumoto is free.

Matsumoto Genyin was a little puzzled when she heard her purpose: "Is that so? But I only have a limited understanding of physics. Speaking of which, only Lixiang is a genius in math, physics and chemistry in our department, and she..."

Xiangcheng couldn't help but pout and fell into despair - it was really difficult to make requests to people she didn't know well, and the people she knew well were all too busy.

At this moment, a gloomy figure passed by behind them: "I'll do it."

"Huh?" Matsumoto Genon and Yuihara Kaoru looked back at the same time. Matsumoto Genon's classmate Nishikawa Kai was looking at them with a serious look.

“No, no, no,” Yuhara Kaoru frantically waved her hands, “No need to trouble this senior!” What was this senior’s name? She couldn’t even remember it…

Xichuan Jie turned his head away coldly: "I said, I know you - my sister is Xichuan Fengxia."

Yuihara Kaoru let out a short cry. Nishikawa Kaede was her secondary attacker during her junior high school days.

"So it's Fengxia's brother..." Nishikawa's parents divorced a long time ago, and Fengxia also said that her brother followed her father back to their hometown in Kanagawa.

So that's what's happening.

"Nice to meet you, Nishikawa-senpai," Yuhara Kaoru hesitated about what to say next: "Um... let's not bother."

Nishikawa Kai looked her over and said, "Oh, whatever."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the classroom. Xiangcheng scratched his head in confusion. He didn't expect to be rejected so easily.

Matsumoto Genon, who had been playing with her phone since the beginning, put it away and said to Xiangcheng, "Nishikawa has a bad temper. If... we should spend less time together."

"I see!"

"Orange."

Xiang Cheng turned around in surprise when she heard Yukimura's voice. Yukimura's face didn't look good and his voice was faint.

Matsumoto Genyin smiled and waved: "Come here, Yukimura-kun."

Xiangcheng quickly stepped back, watching the two people's familiar greetings. But then she felt it was unnecessary, so she decided to sneak away. Yukimura hooked his hand around her collar and said goodbye to her. "Thank you, senpai. We'll be leaving now."

"Go ahead!" Matsumoto waved his hand and went into the classroom first.

Yukimura then turned around with Xiangcheng, his face sullen, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Oh no! Yukimura is angry!

It was normal to be chatting with the senior just now.

"What are you looking for, senior?" Yukimura asked.

Xiang Cheng walked down the stairs a step behind him and replied, "I wanted to ask if the senior could help me with my studies."

Yukimura asked again, "Am I... not doing well in tutoring?"

Xiang Cheng quickly caught up with him and shook her head frantically: "No, no, you speak very well!"

"Then why..."

Hearing his deep voice, Xiang Cheng hurriedly explained, "I think you're too busy, busy with the competition and teaching me the questions... That's why I thought of looking for a senior."

Yukimura stopped and looked at her seriously: "If I didn't think it was appropriate, or if I couldn't take care of it, I wouldn't have agreed to your request in the first place."

Xiang Cheng muttered softly, "I feel like you wouldn't refuse... You don't seem to have refused me anything either."

"What?" Yukimura, who couldn't hear what she was saying, moved closer. Xiangcheng chuckled and said, "Nothing! I know~"

"If you feel tired, be sure to tell me," Xiangcheng thought for a moment and added, "Don't be embarrassed to refuse me. Your competition is definitely the most important."

I don't want to be a stumbling block on your road to success.

Yukimura finally felt a little better: "Don't go upstairs casually in the future..."

"Yeah!" Xiangcheng agreed with a smile.

Soon after the tennis club easily won the quarterfinals, the students of Rikkai University faced the last nightmare of the semester - the final exams.

The students whose classes were disrupted and whose examination rooms were reassigned rushed into their classrooms like pigeons returning to their nests when they heard the bell, and answered the questions seriously under the strict supervision of the invigilator.

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