APTnovel Chapter 96 Under the Moonlight, a Musical Piece Dedicated Only to Yukimura
Chapter 96 Under the Moonlight, a Musical Piece Dedicated Only to Yukimura
"They really are giving us a healthy meal." Shinobu pushed up his glasses, looked at the pile of leafy greens, and couldn't help but swallow.
"This is for the rabbits, right?" Xiang Ri lay on the edge of the dining table, chin resting on the surface, eyes fixed on the pot of broccoli, her voice trembling with tears. "I've been busy all afternoon and haven't gotten anything, and now I have to eat this."
Kuwabara patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, his tone sincere: "At least broccoli is healthy."
"Kuwabara, shut up."
On the other side, the restaurant's side door opened.
Two chefs pushed in a double-decker food cart.
The food cart was laden with roasted whole lamb, honey-glazed ribs, pan-fried silver cod, truffle mushroom risotto, cream-baked lobster, black pepper steak, a whole steamed sea bass, a large platter of sliced fruit, and two pieces of crème brûlée.
All the dishes were steaming hot, and their aroma filled the restaurant, making everyone's mouths water.
Wang Yueling followed the food cart in, holding a bottle of peach sparkling water, and leisurely walked to the table between them and sat down.
The chef placed the dishes in front of him one by one; under the golden-brown skin of the whole roasted lamb, you could still see the juices simmering.
The entire restaurant was so quiet that only the sizzling sound of roasting lamb could be heard.
The boys looked down at the bright green broccoli and dry chicken breast on their plates, then glanced at the Manchu Han Imperial Feast on Wang Yueling's table.
"Is this something a human being would do?" Xiang Ri's voice trembled.
Marui viciously stabbed the chicken breast with his fork, but his purple eyes were fixed on the plate of honey-glazed ribs, filled with deep longing. "I want to eat those ribs."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yueling deliberately and slowly forked a piece of roasted pork rib, held it up to her eyes to examine it, took a bite, and the meat easily came off the bone with a gentle pull.
"Mmm, the ribs are very flavorful with the honey sauce. Did you know? These ribs are from Iberian black pigs that were just delivered today. The chef slow-cooked them at a low temperature and then roasted them, so they are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside."
He scooped up another spoonful of truffle and mushroom risotto, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly a couple of times. "The risotto is not bad either. The truffles were air-freighted from the restaurant's exclusive supply channels this morning."
"And this baked lobster."
He gently tapped the lobster shell with a small spoon, revealing a piece of tender white lobster meat. "The meat is very bouncy, and the peach juice in the cream was squeezed from the remaining half of my king peach. It's such a pity you can't drink it."
Everyone glared at him fiercely, crunching loudly as they chewed the chicken breast in their hands.
"You've gone too far, senior!"
Kirihara chewed on the chicken breast fiercely, chewing again and again until his cheeks bulged like a hamster's, and mumbled in a low voice, "He's deliberately eating delicious food in front of us!"
"Exactly!" Cilang grumbled, reaching out to steal some ribs. "We get to eat boiled vegetables, while Ling gets to eat so well. It's so unfair!"
"And this afternoon in the peach grove, he and Niou lied to us so many times! They even deliberately instructed those little monkeys to cause trouble!" Mukahi joined the extermination team, recounting her miserable experience, "They stole my clue card and even pulled my hair!"
Everyone chimed in, collectively condemning the heinous acts of Mochizuki Ryo and Niou.
The two people being attacked by the group looked completely unperturbed.
"This is so much fun!"
Wang Yueling smiled, forked a small piece of caramel pudding, and put it in her mouth, savoring it slowly. "Everyone's having a lot of fun, aren't they? Don't be so old-fashioned."
"Exactly, exactly," Renwang chimed in, still sounding unconvinced. "Without us, this afternoon's treasure hunt would have been so boring. Life needs a little surprise, you know."
"It's not boring at all! We don't need such a surprise!" everyone shouted in unison.
Sanada watched as everyone complained, and silently took out several neatly folded pieces of paper from his pocket and placed them on the table.
One was an empty fake clue card, another was a card with a crookedly drawn pig, and the third was a note that read, "Thank you for your hard work, but this card is also fake."
Niou, carrying his water cup, walked past him silently, about to slip away unnoticed. Sanada didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
"Nioh."
Niou stopped walking, and the water in his glass sloshed.
"I have something to tell you when we get back to the dorm."
"Puri~ Sanada, the weather is so nice today..."
"Now is not the time to talk about the weather."
Niou quickly slipped away with his water cup in hand, his little braid swinging two beats faster than usual.
"We must let Ling and Renwang know the power of popular anger." Xiang Ri picked up a fork, his face flushed and eyes shining. "Let's continue the collective protest. Everyone, speak up about any grievances you may have..."
"Sigh... But where did Lingren go?"
Kirihara looked up and around, scratching his curly hair with a bewildered expression. "Just now, my senpai was eating pudding over there, taking a huge spoonful and saying 'It's so delicious.' Then I looked down, ate a bite of chicken breast, and when I looked up again, he was gone."
"You're only just realizing it now? While you were busy complaining about Niou," Oshitari gestured with his chin towards the restaurant entrance, holding his coffee cup, "he had already slipped away quietly. He was incredibly quick."
The target of the collective accusation had disappeared without a trace, so the group had no choice but to give up.
The restaurant was still bustling with activity. Although dinner was terrible, everyone was in a good mood.
It was noisy and filled with laughter.
After dinner, everyone returned to their dormitories.
They were all teenagers, full of energy. Someone started it, and a lively pillow fight ensued.
Everyone grabbed pillows and ran around the rooms, hitting each other repeatedly.
Screams and laughter rose and fell.
Hyotei's team ran to the left, while Rikkai's team rushed to the right.
Jiro and Mukahi rushed to the front, each carrying a pillow. Kuwabara came out of the room, carrying a pillow in each hand, and handed a small cushion to Marui who was waiting in front of him as he walked.
Feng stood at the door, clutching her pillow, hesitating whether to join in. Meanwhile, Hiyoshi next to her had already grabbed his pillow and struck a second-year student from Rikkai University across the aisle.
People from both schools were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who was fighting whom.
The dull thud of pillows hitting people mingled with loud laughter and curses, and the hallway was littered with slippers that had been thrown away.
Niou was cornered by Oshitari and Yagyu.
Yagyu adjusted his crooked glasses and said, "Masaharu, you had that little monkey steal one of my clue cards this afternoon." Shinobu adjusted his equally crooked glasses and added, "And he tricked me several times with empty boxes."
"Piyo~ You guys were in cahoots..."
Niou was caught in a pincer attack. Before he could react, a pillow was slammed against his face with several muffled thuds.
Sanada had been leaning against the window, not participating, only occasionally raising his hand to deflect the pillows that were flying off course. It wasn't until a pillow that had slipped from Kirihara's hand hit him squarely on the back of the head that he turned around.
Sanada looked at him, then at the pillow that had fallen to his feet, bent down to pick it up, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it precisely back into Kirihara's arms.
Even with eight-tenths of his strength, Kirihara was still knocked back a step.
Kirihara, hugging his pillow, waved happily at Sanada, "Vice-Captain, you're here to play too!"
Before Sanada could even reprimand him for being "too lax," a pillow flew from his side and behind, grazing the brim of his hat.
Niou deliberately tilted to this side and casually tossed a pillow at Sanada's side.
Sanada glanced down at the pillow on the ground, bent down and picked it up. "Niou, since you have so much time, explain yourself clearly about the lie you told today."
"Puri~ The word wasn't clearly said on the battlefield..." Niou's voice was a beat slow, and was deflected by a pillow thrown by Yagyu.
The corners of the entire corridor were filled with people playing around, and pillows that had been spread on the door frames were scattered all over the floor.
Wang Yueling had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom. Before she could even dry her hair, several club members rushed in and hit her squarely with pillows.
"Hey!" Wang Yueling wiped the feathers off her face and loudly denounced their evil deeds, "How dare you ambush the coach!"
After saying that, she turned around, went back to her room, grabbed her pillow from her bed, and rushed out.
Wang Yueling immediately became the target of everyone's criticism upon her appearance.
Someone shouted, "Wang Yueling is here! It's time for revenge!" Everyone who heard the voice grabbed pillows and started throwing them at him menacingly.
Atobe and Sanada arrived at the same time. They didn't exchange words, but just glanced at each other and then at Mochizuki Ryo.
They deliberately threw a few pillows at the target to vent their personal grievances.
"Serves you right for lying to us this afternoon!"
"Let you eat delicious food and make us envious!"
"Hit him! Hit him!"
……
In an instant, countless pillows flew towards Wang Yueling, who was hit so hard that he covered his head and ran away, shouting as he dodged, "Hey! You're ganging up on me! That's too much! It's not fair!"
"To deal with a devil like you, you should gang up on the weak!" Xiang Ri shouted, throwing another pillow at him.
Just as Mochizuki Ryo was about to be buried under the pillows, Kirihara squeezed in from the back of the crowd, grabbed him when no one was looking, and rushed out. Kabaji was waiting at the corner of the corridor, and the two of them used their bodies as cover to stuff him into a safe room.
Huadi stood at the entrance, his size alone was enough to prevent anyone from squeezing in.
The people outside banged on the door a few times, but couldn't break it open, so they turned around and attacked others.
"Phew." Mochizuki Ryo breathed a sigh of relief, slumped onto the bed, her hair disheveled by the pillow, and faint traces of the pillowcase imprinted on her face. Looking at Kirihara and Kabaji, she was moved to tears. "You guys are the best. I knew I hadn't spoiled you for nothing."
"Senior, you're welcome." Kirihara sat cross-legged on the ground, panting, his tone quite smug. "We're the most loyal of all, aren't we, Kabaji?"
Kabaji stood by the door, turned to look at him, and nodded. "Yes."
Atobe's angry roar came from outside the door.
"Kabaji! Where have you been?! Come help me, old man!"
Kabaji paused for a moment, then immediately opened the door and rushed out. "Yes, Lord Atobe!"
When Kirihara saw his companions run away, he rushed out as well, rejoining the battle to help Atobe and Kabaji fight.
Only Wang Yueling remained in the room.
Before he could react, the door was kicked open. The remaining members rushed in with pillows and started throwing them at him again.
"Ah! Kirihara and Kabaji, you two traitors! You didn't even warn me before you ran away!" Mochizuki Ryo shouted, picking up a pillow to retaliate.
The scene became even more chaotic.
Finally, after a great deal of effort, Wang Yueling managed to break through the crowd, covered her head, and quickly slipped back to her room, locking the door behind her.
"Mon dieu." He leaned against the door, patted his chest, and said with lingering fear, "It was terrifying. I was almost beaten to death by them."
He walked to his desk, turned on his computer, and found that Yukimura had sent him a video call request ten minutes earlier.
He was under siege at the time and didn't receive the call.
So, I sent a new application.
The video call connected very quickly.
The screen lit up, and Yukimura Seiichi's face appeared on the screen.
He leaned against the hospital bed, the curtains behind him drawn, with only a bedside lamp lit. His soft, purplish-blue hair fell smoothly over his shoulders, his complexion rosy and lustrous, and a gentle smile played on his lips.
"What's wrong?"
Yukimura looked at his disheveled hair, several feathers stuck to his face, and his clothes all rumpled, and asked with some concern, "Your hair is so messy. Did you get into a fight?"
Before Mochizuki Ryo could answer, Marui shouted from outside the room, "Niou is there! Go after him!" followed by a series of hurried footsteps...
They chased after Niou past the door, and from the other end of the corridor came the sound of something being overturned. Immediately following was Niou's voice calling for help from Yagyu next door, and then the footsteps slowly faded into the distance.
Yukimura had obviously heard the commotion outside the room as well. He turned his head slightly and smiled, saying, "They're really making a ruckus."
"Making a scene?" Mochizuki Ryou rolled her eyes. "Listen to this... This isn't a training camp, it's a battlefield."
He leaned closer to the screen, looking aggrieved, and began to complain: "Jing Shi, you have no idea how awful they are. They lost a treasure hunt game in Taoyuan this afternoon, and they started giving me the cold shoulder at dinner tonight."
"They finally couldn't resist and started a pillow fight."
"And then guess what... your team's good vice-captain and Hyotei's good captain... teamed up...!!!" He emphasized these three words, furrowing his eyebrows at an exaggerated angle.
"Sanada Genichiro and Atobe Keigo led the way by throwing pillows at me. The other forty-odd people also joined in and attacked me. I was almost disfigured on the spot."
He brought his face close to the camera, pointing to a small, reddish indentation mark next to his left jaw: "Look here, isn't it red? Didn't it almost disfigure me?"
"If this mark is still there by tomorrow morning, I'll make them understand how serious the consequences of hurting a coach are."
Yukimura stared at the handsome face that had suddenly appeared so close to the screen, instinctively leaning back, his face gradually flushing red. He coughed lightly, adjusted the screen's angle, and then looked back at him.
The red marks are actually very faint and almost invisible unless you look closely.
"Did you do something to anger everyone again this afternoon?" Yukimura exposed him, his eyes filled with a knowing smile. "Otherwise, so many people wouldn't be ganging up on you."
"I just arranged a healthy dinner for them. They were only supposed to have broccoli, but I saw that they are still growing, so I added chicken breast for them."
Wang Yueling slowly turned her face away from the screen, lowering her voice slightly, "But this is how they treated me."
"So what did you eat yourself?"
"...a grand feast."
Yukimura chuckled, a low laugh tinged with a hint of helplessness: "So how did you manage to finish that 'feast' in front of them?"
Wang Yueling touched her nose, shifted her gaze slightly away, and when she looked back, she was clearly less confident: "I... just commented on the taste while eating."
He paused, then muttered, "Their food may be tasteless, but it's healthy and unlimited. I'm clearly that much better."
Seeing his guilty yet self-righteous expression, Yukimura didn't press further, but his smile deepened. "Alright, alright, you're the best."
Mochizuki Ryo leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and whispered, "Oh, by the way, Niou did quite a few bad things today. He disguised himself as an NPC and fooled a lot of people. Sanada was fooled by him four times."
"Four times?" Yukimura burst out laughing this time, his eyes curving into crescents. "Does Genichiro fall for it every time?"
"Pretty much." Wang Yueling couldn't help but laugh as she said this, "It's because he never learns his lesson. He can't be fooled by anyone else, but he's the easiest to fool."
Yukimura shook his head helplessly: "Genichiro is too honest. Masaharu too, even after all this time, he still loves to tease him."
"I'm just watching, it has nothing to do with me." Mochizuki Ryo raised her hands innocently, indicating that she was obedient to him.
Yukimura's gaze fell on Mochizuki Ryo on the screen.
His hair, which had been messed up by the pillow, was still disheveled, with a small tuft of blond hair sticking up. Normally someone who pays such attention to his appearance, his current innocent and swearing demeanor made him look like a big, whining puppy that had just come home from playing outside.
"You," Yukimura said, looking at him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
Mochizuki Ryo lowered her hand, her playful smile slowly fading into a serious expression: "Seiichi, I was a bit too harsh on them today. Especially Sanada; I publicly berated him after the match this morning. Didn't he complain to you about it?"
"I did," Yukimura said, leaning back on the pillow with a calm expression. "He said you're right and he'll change."
Wang Yueling blinked; this was unexpected.
"I won't get angry if you insult them."
Yukimura looked at the boy on the other side of the screen, his purple-blue eyes filled with seriousness, and repeated his point of view.
"You're absolutely right. And Rikkai really needs someone to give them a wake-up call. They've had it too easy these past few years, and they've slowly come to take winning for granted. You've helped me wake them up."
"You've made the people from Rikkai University feel a sense of crisis. Ling, I'm very grateful to you."
Wang Yueling felt a little embarrassed by what he said, and scratched her cheek with her finger: "I didn't think that much about it, I just couldn't help but speak up when I saw they had a problem."
"That's why I'm thanking you." Yukimura's voice was soft, but every word was steady.
Looking at Yukimura smiling gently on the screen, Mochizuki Ryo felt a warmth in her heart, but she remained as smug as ever, saying, "It's nothing. As the world's number one tennis player, coaching these kids is a piece of cake."
Yukimura chuckled, then sat up slightly, a small, long-suppressed light shining in his eyes.
"Ling, I played on the court today."
Wang Yueling, who had been relaxing, suddenly straightened up.
"Professor Zhang said I can start playing ball skills recovery training now," Yukimura said in a steady voice. "The therapist took me there this afternoon. He only had me do the simplest forehand shots, about twenty in total. But I'm back on the court."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Professor Zhang assessed my progress and said it's very good. I should be fully recovered and able to rejoin the team before the Kanto Tournament finals."
"real?!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yueling grinned with delight, revealing her little tiger teeth in a silly, happy expression. "That's great!"
"Seiichi, after you're discharged from the hospital, I'll be your personal rehabilitation instructor, okay? I've studied tennis rehabilitation instruction and even have a certificate of honor, so I can work with that qualification."
Yukimura blinked; he didn't know about this.
When did you take the certification exam?
"...This month." Wang Yueling scratched the back of her head and leaned forward a bit. "I wanted to help out more, so I went to learn how to get the certificate. It's not hard to get, but I'm not old enough and I've never studied medicine, so I can't take the qualification exam. I can only get an honorary certificate."
"But I got full marks on all the written tests, and I also got an excellent grade in the practical test."
"Is it possible?!"
Yukimura was somewhat stunned after hearing this. He stared quietly at the blond boy on the screen, who looked nervous, while the little cat in his heart was pounding wildly.
"Okay." He was silent for a while, then nodded with a smile. "Then I'll leave it to you, Ling."
"No trouble at all," Mochizuki Ryo quickly replied, smiling brightly. "It's my honor to be Seiichi's tennis coach."
After saying that, he was a little embarrassed, but excitedly wandered around the room, introducing some interesting old objects in his room to Yukimura.
"Look at this." Mochizuki Ryou picked up an old-fashioned grandfather clock and waved it at the camera. "This is a European-style clock from the Edo period, and it still works."
"And this one." He picked up another blue-and-white porcelain vase. "This is from the ancient Hua Kingdom. My maternal grandfather bought it at an auction..."
Yukimura listened to him quietly.
My gaze inadvertently swept across a corner of the desk, where a violin sat, and a small cotton doll sat next to its case.
He had purplish-blue hair, wore a green headband, and was dressed in a hand-sewn khaki team uniform, looking exactly like him.
Yukimura's cheeks burned even hotter.
Wang Yueling followed his gaze and saw that it was the cotton doll.
Her face turned red instantly.
He quickly stood in front of the doll, blocking Yukimura's view, and awkwardly changed the subject, "Oh, right, Seiichi, you didn't know I could play the violin, did you?"
"This violin was damaged before, and my cousin took it to be repaired. It was just returned to me."
"I play the violin very well. Many people have praised me, saying that even if I didn't become the heir or play tennis, I could still reach the top in violin."
He placed the bow on the strings, turned to look at the screen, his eyes sparkling. "Seichi, would you like to hear a live performance from the future star of violin?"
Yukimura watched his mischievous antics, his eyes full of amusement: "With pleasure."
Wang Yueling stood up and walked to the window.
Outside the window is the lake, the night light shattering into patches of silver on its surface.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on him and casting a silvery halo around him.
He turned to face the screen, adjusted his posture, rested the violin on his shoulder, picked up the bow, and gently placed it on the strings.
He closed his eyes.
The melodious sound of the piano slowly began to play.
This is a gentle and soothing piece of music. Like a lake under the moonlight, calm and gentle; like a lover's whisper, tender and affectionate.
Yukimura leaned against the hospital bed and listened quietly, watching the boy on the screen.
He stood by the window, with the shimmering lake behind him, the moonlight softly outlining his profile.
When he played the violin, there was a faint smile on his lips. It wasn't the mischievous smile he usually wore; it was a quiet and gentle smile.
At this moment, the boy was neither an heir nor a coach; he was simply a musician performing for someone.
This piece of music is dedicated to him alone.
Yukimura understood this perfectly at that moment.
His finger unconsciously pressed the screenshot button.
Once, twice, three times.
The images on the screen were saved one by one.
Moonlight, the lake, the boy standing by the window, and the violin gleaming softly.
The scene was so beautiful that he wanted to paint it.
Paint slowly with oil paint.
Make the moonlight a little softer, the blond hair a little warmer, and the smile on the boy's lips a little gentler.
He gently picked up the little doll from the blanket and placed it beside his pillow, his fingertips touching the doll's hair.
The people having a pillow fight outside stopped throwing their pillows as soon as they heard the violin music.
Mukahi froze in mid-air while holding the pillow, Niou slowly lowered his raised hand, and Kirihara and Jiro both perked up their ears.
The entire dormitory building fell silent instantly, with only the melodious sound of a violin echoing in the corridor.
"Wow, that's Ling's violin playing," a member of Hyotei whispered. "The last time we heard it was when Ling first came to Hyotei. It's been so long."
Atobe stood in the corridor, lightly touching the beauty mark at the corner of his eye with his fingertip, and nodded slightly: "The melody is beautiful. The last piece was very bright, but this one is much quieter and more beautiful. It's just that I haven't heard this piece before; it doesn't seem like the kind of classical lyrical music I usually hear."
Sanada stopped, leaned against the wall, and listened intently with his eyes closed. The serious expression on his face softened considerably.
Yagyu adjusted his glasses, sensing the emotions in the music, a slight smile playing on his lips. He said softly, "This piece is very beautiful. It's probably not a famous piece."
"That's definitely not the case."
Liu Lian'er had already opened his notebook, the pen tip touching the page, his brown pupils scanning the few lines of data he had just written.
"The melody structure, harmonic progression, and variation techniques are not found in the existing music library. The probability of it being a niche piece is about 20%, while the probability of it being an original composition is 80%."
"Original creation?" Shinobu leaned against the wall, hugging the pillow to his chest.
"Yes. Judging by professional standards for violin music, the technical difficulty and artistic achievement of this piece are no less than those of the world's top violin masters' publicly performed repertoire."
Liu paused, pressed the pen tip on the paper, and said, "It's perfectly usable as a performance-level piece."
Someone in the corridor let out a soft gasp.
"Is there anything he can't do?"
Xiang Ri placed the pillow on the railing, resting his chin on it, his voice lower than usual, "He's a monster at playing ball, a devil as a coach, a professional at cooking, and can compose his own violin pieces. Is there anything he can't do?"
"There isn't enough data right now." Liu closed his notebook. "But based on the information we have, he can do his best no matter what he does."
The music lingered at the end of the corridor, slowly fading away.
Disturbed by the music, everyone lost interest in the pillow fight and dispersed in twos and threes from the corridor, putting away their pillows and slippers.
The lingering melody still floats in everyone's heart, like a thin layer of mist, not intense, but calming.
Mochizuki Ryo put the zither back in its case, turned to look at the screen, and smiled. "How was it, Seiichi? Did you like it?"
Yukimura leaned against the headboard, his violet-blue eyes shining brightly. He gently curved his eyes and sincerely praised, "It sounds wonderful."
"Come listen to the live version when you're discharged from the hospital." Wang Yueling sat back down in her chair. "Qin misses you even more than I do."
Yukimura lowered his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips curved up.
Wang Yueling closed the violin case and moved the computer chair closer to the table.
The two chatted for a few more minutes, talking about the funny things that happened to the little monkeys in the peach grove that day, how Sanada was tricked into picking peaches by Niou, and how Kirihara and Kabaji were running around in circles in the forest.
Yukimura laughed for a long time after hearing this, feeling very sorry that he couldn't stay with them for the long stay this time.
Wang Yueling comforted him, saying, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
……
In the dormitory building, everyone gradually returned to their rooms.
Atobe returned to the study specially prepared for him to handle company affairs. Of course, this also included matters related to the operation of the medical platform that Mochizuki Ryo had assigned to him.
Kirihara sat cross-legged on the bed, watching a race car cross the finish line on the game console screen. He raised the game controller and cheered, "I'm the best!" Kabaji, standing next to him, silently nodded while holding another controller.
Several bags of opened snacks and comics were scattered on the bedside table. Kirihara pulled out a treasured comic and stuffed it into Kabaji's hand, saying, "This one is super good," and excitedly explained the plot to Kabaji.
He did most of the talking, while Kaba listened quietly.
Oshitari and Yagyu are both avid novel readers. They recommend books to each other in their room, one recommending suspense novels and the other romance novels.
They were having a great time chatting.
Sanada and Hiyoshi, both enthusiasts of samurai culture, accompanied the butler, Haruno, to see the estate's collection, especially the antique samurai swords and calligraphy works on display.
The two eager learners asked the field steward many questions.
Marui, Jiro, Mukahi, Kuwabara, and the others were exhausted after the pillow fight and were sneaking around looking for food in the cafeteria.
They eventually found two large boxes of pudding and half a plate of desserts on the bottom shelf of the freezer.
On their way back, a beam of light shone directly in their direction. Startled, the four of them pressed themselves against the wall, only to discover it was a motion-sensor light in the hallway. They then continued to grope their way back in the dark.
Liu sat on the edge of the bed, holding a notebook, her right hand moving rapidly across the page like a stenographer.
The data from the daytime matches, the observations from the treasure hunt in the peach grove, the performance of each person at different hitting points, the monkeys' movement patterns, and the impact of different slopes on the return shot were all meticulously recorded, filling several pages.
He turned the page and continued writing.
I was incredibly excited.
Niou was organizing his prank items in his room. He had met with Mochizuki Ryo this afternoon in Momozono. He planned to sneak into the dormitory while Sanada was away and put the prank items there.
To create an atmosphere, he even shone a flashlight in his face and grinned slyly.
Feng, his roommate, watched his excitement the whole time, completely at a loss. She hesitated in her heart, wondering whether she should advise her senior not to go too far.
……
The lights in the entire corridor gradually dimmed.
Wang Yueling turned off the computer screen, leaned back in her chair, and glanced out the window.
Night had completely enveloped the manor, with only the faint light from a few distant ground lights casting on the lake. The crescent moon was reflected in the center of the water, its reflection shattered and then gathered again by the occasional swan swimming by.
He looked down at the weighted wristband on his wrist, moved his wrist a little, and a smile appeared on his lips.
My phone screen lit up; it was a message from Yukimura.
[Seiichi]: You've worked hard today, go to bed early. (Moon.jpg)
[Ling]: Goodnight, Jing City. (Golden Retriever lying by the bed.jpg)
He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then smiled and put his phone on the bedside table.
The last footsteps in the corridor also disappeared.
The first day of the training camp ended in such a chaotic manner.