nownovels Chapter 63 Fuji Syusuke's Satirical Talk
Chapter 63 Fuji Syusuke's Satirical Talk
Eiji Kikumaru and Shuichiro Oishi were walking inside when they bumped into each other face to face.
Kikumaru first saw Jiro and Mukahi and was about to step aside to make way, but then he saw Mochizuki Ryo standing behind them and paused for a moment.
The cat-like, lively smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an unconscious frown and a look of dissatisfaction and resentment in his eyes. Clearly, he also wanted to stand up for Fuji Syusuke, and he took a step forward.
"You..." Kikumaru had just opened his mouth when Oishi grabbed his sleeve tightly from behind and shook his head at him.
Kikumaru swallowed back what he was about to say, but his eyes clearly said, "I have something to say." Oishi gave Mochizuki Ryo a slight bow, looking embarrassed and awkward, and then pulled Kikumaru inside.
Wang Yueling glanced at them indifferently and led her pet animal towards the waiting area.
The waiting area was even more lively than the outside.
The participating teams gathered in twos and threes to chat and warm up. Some were praying, some were encouraging each other, and in a corner, a couple was feeding each other water.
Cilang followed behind Wangyue Ling, his eyes habitually scanning the area around him. He suddenly straightened up, pointed in a direction not far away, and his voice trembled with excitement.
"Ling! It's Bunta!"
The noise was so loud that it could be heard in half of the waiting area.
Wang Yueling looked in the direction he pointed.
Marui sat casually on a plastic chair, chewing gum, his red ahoge (a stray hair sticking up and down) swaying with each chew. Kuwabara sat next to him with a glass of warm water; seeing Jiro rush over, he silently moved half a seat to the side.
Jiro had already pounced on Marui, his eyes shining so brightly they could light up the entire waiting area: "Bunta! You're participating in the eating contest too!"
Marui blew a bubble and proudly raised his chin: "I'm here aiming for the championship. Jiro, you're participating too?"
Cilang nodded vigorously and pulled Xiang Ri over to introduce him as his partner.
Looking at the excited Jiro with a sense of helplessness, Mochizuki Ryou also walked over and nodded to Kuwabara.
Marui's eyes lit up when he saw Mochizuki Ryo. He stood up, leaned closer, and lowered his voice: "Mochizuki-kun, I tried making that Napoleon pastry recipe three times, but the dough still isn't thin enough. Do you have any secret tips?"
Wang Yueling raised one eyebrow and deliberately drew out her words: "Well... it's a trade secret."
Marui panicked: "Those photos I gave you last time were all rare! Two of them were candid shots from the game; you can't find them anywhere else!"
"Add two more limited edition instant photos."
"make a deal."
The two completed the transaction quickly in hushed tones. Kuwahara watched as his partner was lured in with a dessert recipe, and silently took another sip of water.
Jiro clung to Marui's side and refused to leave.
He pulled a small support fan out of his bag. The fan had a chibi version of Marui's face printed on it. He proudly said that he had it specially made and that he would be there to cheer for him later.
Marui looked down at the fan with curiosity, then reached out and patted Jiro's head like he was patting a fluffy puppy.
Cilang was photographed looking radiant.
Seeing his partner being clung to by the little fanboy, Kuwabara's honest face showed a hint of jealousy, and he reached out and gently tugged at Jiro's curly hair.
"Hey, this is my partner. Your partner is right next to you. Let go of my hand!"
Jiro wouldn't listen to him, and the two began a tug-of-war. Xiang Ri stood aside, exchanged a glance with Wang Yueling, shrugged helplessly, and silently watched the show.
While the group was chatting idly...
The host walked onto the makeshift stage with a microphone, loudly promoting the event; his voice carried throughout the venue via the sound system.
"Distinguished guests! Dessert lovers! The 4th Annual Strawberry Eating Contest is about to begin! Now, let's welcome today's star... the giant strawberry cake!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a staff member slowly pushed out a huge dining table.
This cake is even more amazing than the model in the shop window.
It was estimated to be over 60 centimeters in diameter, with three layers. The pink cream coating was as thick as if a heavy snow had fallen, and the top was piled high with fresh strawberries that glittered under the light.
A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.
"My God, it's huge!"
"How are we ever going to finish this?!"
"That's an exaggeration!"
……
Holding the support flag given to him by Jiro, Wang Yueling stood below the stage, staring at the cake that was almost waist-high, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
If I ate it all, I'd probably end up in the hospital.
The teams entered the field quickly.
Jiro and Mukahi are in one group, Marui and Kuwabara are in another group, and Momoshiro and Kikumaru from Seigaku are also on adjacent tracks.
Wang Yueling stood in the spectator area by the stadium, ready to cheer for her two pets and Marui and the others.
As soon as he stood still, he caught a glimpse of two familiar figures out of the corner of his eye. Fuji Syusuke and Inui Sadaharu strolled over and stopped right beside him.
Their eyes met.
There was something subtle floating in the air.
Fuji Shuu held a drink in his hand, his face still bearing that gentle and harmless smile.
He squinted, looking calm and collected, as if there had never been any argument before, and spoke softly:
"Isn't this Tsukimi-kun? I didn't expect to run into you here."
Moon Viewing.
It's not about gazing at the moon.
Wang Yueling paused for a moment while holding the flag.
Fuji did it on purpose.
This isn't a misremembering; it's a distortion of the opponent's name, creating a seemingly polite but actually disrespectful distance. This always-smiling Seigaku genius excels at using gentleness as a weapon.
Having been publicly exposed last time, he naturally couldn't just swallow it down.
He had seen this tactic many times in France.
In those seemingly elegant social situations, people are most adept at using "accidentally calling someone by the wrong name" to express disdain.
The problem is, Fuji Syusuke ran into him.
Wang Yueling rolled her eyes, utterly disgusted by this kind of dagger-like behavior.
Are you trying to be sarcastic or sarcastic?
Who doesn't know how?
He switched the flag to his other hand, turned his face, a faint smile in his azure eyes, and retorted languidly and mockingly:
"Oh~ Fuji's older brother, isn't your younger brother here today? He played that topspin shot pretty well last time, much more aggressively than you."
"Speaking of which, even the Blindfolded God of War is here to watch the competitive eating contest? Can he even see anything? Or is he here to listen... to what other people are saying about him?"
Fuji Syusuke's smile visibly froze for a moment.
Don't you like giving people nicknames? I'll give you one too. Your name doesn't matter, because you're just "Fuji Yuta's older brother." Your relationship with your brother has deteriorated to this point; you can't even keep him around. What right do you have to stand here and be sarcastic?
Wang Yueling didn't look at him again.
Fuji didn't say anything more. His fingers tightened slightly as he held his drink, but he maintained his gentle expression. He turned and walked back to his seat.
Sadaharu Inui stood next to Fuji, pushed up his glasses, and his pen slid rapidly across the notebook.
He wrote a few lines, then suddenly stopped writing, took out his phone from his pocket, turned away to avoid the gaze of those around him, lowered his voice, and made a call.
Wang Yueling's hearing is better than average; amidst the noisy background, she could vaguely hear fragmented sentences:
"Tezuka, over at Kinomoto's place... Hyotei's Mochizuki Ryo is here too... There was a bit of a scuffle with Fuji earlier, and Kikumaru and the others are here too... The situation is a bit complicated..."
He didn't hear the last few words clearly, but the first half was enough.
This guy speaks in a rather clever way.
While not explicitly stating "a fight is about to break out," every word used implied that the situation was spiraling out of control.
Nozomi Ryou mentally noted him down. This guy's tennis stats weren't great, but his ability to stir up trouble was unmatched by Seigaku.
Just as he finished reminiscing, his phone vibrated slightly in his pocket. He took it out and saw it was a message from Yukimura.
[Seiichi]: The therapist said I can start light training tomorrow.
Wang Yueling stared at the screen for a few seconds, and the corners of her lips slowly curved up. The irritation in her eyes just now was completely washed away by this news.
He replied quickly.
[Ling]: That's great! I'll be free to visit you tomorrow. Oh, and my mom sent me lots of French desserts these past few days; I'll bring you some of each to try. (Golden Retriever wagging its tail.jpg)
The other side responded quickly.
[Seishi]: Okay. (A bear cups its face expectantly.jpg)
[Ling]: OK.
Wang Yueling waited for a while, and when no new messages came in, she put her phone back in her pocket.
Just then, a whistle blew.
The competition on stage has officially begun.
The contestants immediately grabbed their forks and started stuffing cake into their mouths.
Jiro glanced to the left, then to the right, before turning to Mukahi and whispering something. Mukahi rolled up his sleeves and replied. The two simultaneously picked up their forks, their eyes blazing with fury.
Each of them had a giant strawberry cake in front of them. The Seigaku members were on either side, with Hyotei sandwiched in the middle.
This isn't a game of ball, but they still don't want to lose.
The two put in all their effort, their cheeks bulging like two hamsters hoarding winter food, trying their best to beat the Seigaku team next to them.
Momoshiro would glare at the two Hyotei members next to him from time to time, while stuffing large mouthfuls of food into his mouth on the left, eating with such gusto that cream got all over his face.
Echizen ate slowly but steadily, glancing occasionally at Hyotei's table next to him. Kikumaru and Oishi were also eating with all their might on the right, with Kikumaru muttering indistinctly between bites, "We can't lose to Hyotei."
Ryo Mochizuki leaned against the railing in the audience area, occasionally cheering for the two little animals and taking a picture, completely ignoring the two Seigaku members beside her.
About fifteen minutes later, a wail came from the right.
Kikumaru lay on the table, rubbing his stomach, his face scrunched up, shaking his head and saying he wasn't going to eat anymore. Oishi also put down his fork, politely wiped his mouth, and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
The two helped each other off the stage.
Five minutes later, Xiang Ri was also defeated.
He put his fork on the table, slumped into his chair, and stared at the half-eaten cake with a look of utter resentment in his eyes.
Jiro held on for another five minutes. He stuffed a strawberry into his mouth, but before he could swallow it, he saw Momoshiro and Echizen still eating next to him.
He mumbled something like "Wenta is still competing," then picked up his fork, took a piece, chewed it a couple of times, and finally put it down.
As the two of them helped each other off the stage, they looked like two little penguins who had eaten too much. Xiang Ri was in front, rubbing his belly, while Ci Lang was behind, his steps unsteady.
The two walked dejectedly to Wang Yueling, their heads drooping, their faces full of guilt and disappointment.
"Ryo, I'm sorry... We didn't beat anyone from Seigaku, and we disappointed you..." Jiro's voice was soft, and his eyes were a little red. He felt that he had disgraced Hyotei.
Xiang Ri nodded in agreement, while the little girl in red hung her head listlessly, looking sullen: "It's all my fault for eating too slowly..."
Wang Yueling was taken aback when she saw their appearance.
Then I laughed.
He shook his head helplessly, reached out and rubbed their heads, handed them the warm water he had prepared, leaned against the railing, and spoke in a lazy tone.
"What are you thinking? This isn't a tennis match, you lose and you lose, don't push yourself too hard."
He paused, a gentle smile playing in his azure eyes: "Winning it back on the court will suffice."
Cilang took the water and drank a big gulp. His eyes lit up again, and he nodded vigorously.
"Yeah! Next time on the court, we'll definitely teach Seigaku a lesson!"
Mukahi took the water, gulped down half a cup, clutched his stomach, leaned against the railing, and groaned, "Yeah! Win it back on the court!"
The competition on stage continues.
Marui and Kuwabara made it to the final round. Apart from them, there are three other teams on the field: a professional foodie team, a married couple, and the Seigaku team led by Echizen Momoshiro.
Jiro regained his energy in less than two minutes, rummaging through his bag for the Marui support fan. He dragged Mukahi to the front of the audience area, waving it vigorously until his voice cracked.
"Go Bunta! Beat them!"
Xiang Ri, being pulled along by him, also shouted back loudly.
Mochizuki Ryou looked down at the huge support flag with the words "Genius Marui Bunta" printed on it that had been stuffed into her hand, and remained silent for a moment.
With an expression full of surprise, just how much fan merchandise is stuffed in this little sheep's bag? How can he pull it out so easily?
Is this the professionalism of a top-tier fan?
I understand, but I was deeply shocked.
Marui, who was on stage, was eating cake with his cheeks puffed out when he looked up and saw the crowd in the audience. He paused for a moment and almost choked.
As Wang Yueling was waving the flag, she caught a glimpse of someone in the audience behind her.
Tezuka Kunimitsu has arrived.