NABC Chapter 65 Ryo Mochizuki, corrupted by Oshitari and Niou
Chapter 65 Ryo Mochizuki, corrupted by Oshitari and Niou
Afternoons at Hyotei are always bathed in warm sunlight. On the court, the sounds of hitting the ball mingle with the boys' panting, making the air feel even warmer.
Wang Yueling leaned against the sunshade of the coach's bench, holding a cup of cold-brewed barley tea in her hand, her bright blue eyes casually sweeping over the figures training on the field.
Her greyish-white coat was loosely draped over her shoulders, and her previously overly long blonde hair had been trimmed to the perfect length, hanging lazily down the back of her neck.
He sat next to Takahiro Kabaji, with about a fist's distance between them, and neither of them spoke.
This silence had lasted for almost ten minutes.
It wasn't that kind of awkward silence.
Kabaji was not a talkative person, and Mochizuki Ryo didn't try to find topics to talk about when he was with him. He could calmly listen to the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the sound of balls being hit on the court, and the laughter of Mukahi chasing after Jiro to snatch the cookies from his pocket.
It's very comfortable to stay with Huadi.
They sat quietly, like two cats sunbathing in the sun.
Wang Yueling took a sip of barley tea and glanced at Huadi.
The tall boy was looking down, his fingers moving slowly on his knees, as if gesturing something. His hands were large, his knuckles thick, but his movements were surprisingly light.
Wang Yueling didn't say anything, but tilted her head and looked at it a few more times.
Birch was weaving something with a thin hemp rope. The rope twisted and turned between his fingers, and it was already taking shape, looking like a small bird's nest.
"Chonghong," Wangyue Ling called out to him.
Kaba stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him.
"The one you're holding."
Wang Yueling pointed to the little thing on his knee, "What's it for?"
Kabaji looked down at the small basket in his hand, paused for two seconds, and then muttered two words: "Atobe."
"For Keigo?"
"Um."
"What is it used for?"
"Put on your cufflinks."
Wang Yueling's eyes widened slightly.
He placed the teacup on the armrest of the bench, turned to the side, and gently touched the unfinished little basket with his index finger.
The hemp rope has a dense weave, and each loop is pulled taut with no loose spots. The edges are neatly finished, unlike something made for the first time.
"You learned it yourself?"
Hua nodded, then shook her head.
"My mother taught me." He paused for a moment after saying that, then added in an even softer voice, "When I was little."
Wang Yueling didn't ask any more questions.
He withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair, and smiled slightly. He remembered learning to wrap bouquets with his grandmother when he was a child, refusing to stop even when his fingers were marked red by the hemp rope.
"I also do crafts."
When Mochizuki Ryou said this, her tone was very casual, "Making cotton dolls, you know? They're those small rag dolls, sewn from plush fabric."
A sudden, bright light appeared in Birchwood's usually dull eyes.
That brightness wasn't exaggerated or overt; rather, it was a hint of excitement in his otherwise calm eyes.
"Puppet." He repeated the word, as if to confirm.
"Yes. I've made several."
Wang Yueling took out her phone from her pocket, opened the photo album, and showed him a few photos.
The photos show the Yukimura dolls he made, taken from different angles and under different lighting. In one photo, he even dressed the doll in a mini version of the Hyotei school uniform.
Kaba took the phone and stared at it for a long time.
He wasn't looking at the overall picture, but at the details: the stitching of the cuffs, the curve of the collar, the embroidery of the school badge. After looking at it for about half a minute, he handed the phone back to Wang Yueling and said two words: "Cute."
Wang Yueling smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curving upwards, revealing a tiny bit of her little tiger tooth.
It's not easy to earn praise from Kabaji Takahiro. He's a man of few words, but every word he says is sincere.
"I can teach you sometime when I have time." Wang Yueling put her phone back in her pocket. "You can also teach me how to braid hemp rope; this bird's nest is quite pretty."
Kabaji carefully corrected him: "It's a basket."
"Okay, basket."
Kabaji didn't speak again and lowered his head to continue weaving his hemp rope. But Mochizuki Ryo noticed that the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned than before, almost imperceptible, but definitely upturned.
Yuushi Oshitari pushed up his glasses, leaned closer, and whispered, "You should probably quit while you're ahead."
Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow, turned her head to look at him, and said in a lazy tone, "Oh? What did I do that you want me to know when to stop?"
Stop pretending.
Oshitari chuckled, his gaze falling on Atobe, who was instructing his team on how to serve. A hint of mockery flickered in his eyes. "You've imitated Atobe's classic move three times since this morning."
A sly smile curved Wang Yueling's lips. She coughed lightly, her fingertips pressed against her lips, and murmured in French, "C'est juste amusant. (It's just funny.)"
It's not that he has any particular fetish.
Spending too much time with Shinobu has brought out all the wicked fun in my bones.
In addition, I've been chatting a lot with Masaharu Niou on Line these past few days.
That guy's resentment towards Sanada was ridiculously deep. He shared all sorts of prank tips with him, from putting realistic spiders in his hat to sticking stickers on the back of his training uniform.
The two hit it off immediately and got along very well. Niou even changed the name of their encrypted group chat from "Handmade Artists Association" to "The Light of the Right Path".
His favorite "target" is naturally the glamorous and arrogant captain of Hyotei.
Keigo Atobe has always valued pomp and circumstance, and every move he makes exudes an innate air of nobility. However, he is stubborn and resistant to being coerced, making him the most amusing character to tease.
Wang Yueling always knew how to keep things in check and never really angered anyone. He would just occasionally imitate Wang Yueling's finger-snapping gesture or his arrogant chin-raising manner.
It always makes Atobe's ears turn red, but he can't lash out because of his position as department head.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Seeing him lost in thought, Oshitari nudged him with his elbow, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming mischievously. "Atobe's looking over here. If you don't tone it down, he's really going to get angry."
Mochizuki Ryou looked up and met Atobe's gaze. There was a hint of anger in those icy blue eyes, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cuff of his coat, clearly having noticed the commotion.
A sly glint flashed in Wang Yueling's eyes.
He shoved the cup into Shinobu's hand and stood up casually.
She straightened her collar, then mimicked Atobe's signature move. She snapped her fingers, then lightly touched the corner of her eye with her fingertip, slightly raised her chin, and imitated his tone perfectly.
"Hmm~ Today's training was pretty impressive, but it's still far from my standard."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kabaji, who was standing beside him, straightened up as if by reflex, and said in a deep voice, enunciating each word clearly: "Yes, Lord Atobe."
They sang in unison, their collaboration seamless.
The air on the field went silent for a moment.
Mukahi laughed so hard he could barely stand, his racket nearly flying out of his hand. Feng covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking, tears welling in her eyes. Shishido turned away, pretending to adjust his racket strings, but the smile on his lips wouldn't go away. Hiyoshi, on the other hand, remained expressionless, but his ears were bright red, clearly also trying to suppress his laughter.
Jiro, who had been dozing off on the bench, was startled awake by the laughter and looked around blankly. When he saw that Mochizuki Ryo was still in the same pose as when she was applying her beauty mark, he immediately woke up with a laugh.
Atobe's face instantly darkened, his magnificent aura collapsed, his ear tips turned red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
If he had a cat's tail, it would have exploded into a straight line by now.
"Wang Yue Ling!!!"
The sound was almost a shout, and his glamorous image vanished completely. Atobe lifted his foot and chased after him, his pace as fast as chasing a tricky ball on a basketball court.
Wang Yueling was prepared and turned to run.
His jacket slipped off his shoulder, twirled in the air, and was caught by Kabaji beside him. As he ran, he looked back at Atobe with that incredibly irritating smile, his blond hair tracing light arcs in the sunlight.
"Keigo! I was just showing off your dazzling style to the club members!"
"Shut up!"
"This is a teaching demonstration by the substitute coach!"
"Demonstrate my foot! You stop right there!"
"No! You're running too fast!"
Renji laughed and teased from behind, "Oh no! Ryo, you're done for! Kei is really angry!"
Wang Yueling rushed to the iron gate, waved behind her with a triumphant smile, and her bright blue eyes shone. "Minister, please excuse me. I'm leaving get off work early today..."
He ran incredibly fast, his sneakers making a light, tinkling sound on the rubberized surface, while Atobe's roar faded into the distance behind him.
The training tasks for today have already been assigned, so even if he leaves early, it won't cause any problems.
Moreover, if we don't leave now, we'll really be caught up.
You'll get beaten up.
At the school gate, the family's black Mercedes was already waiting by the roadside. The driver had seen his son rush out of the school gate long ago and deftly open the car door.
Wang Yueling plunged into the back seat, closed the door, and leaned back, panting. He raised his hand to smooth his disheveled blond hair, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
My chest was rising and falling slightly, my heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet, but the pleasure of having my perverse sense of satisfaction was throbbing wildly in my veins.
Mon dieu, that was so much fun!
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, and then started the car.
Once Wang Yueling caught her breath, she turned to look at the seat next to her.
There are two things placed on the side.
One was a snack set sent by his mother from France, carefully wrapped in a floral fabric treasured by his grandmother and tied with a light blue ribbon. Next to the snack box was another exquisitely packaged gift box, also tied with a light blue ribbon.
A bunch of Sacred Heart Lilies is placed diagonally on top of the gift box.
The pure white inflorescence is composed of dozens of star-shaped flowers arranged closely together, each one in full bloom, resembling a tiny cluster of stars in the dim light of the carriage.
Wang Yueling reached out and gently touched the petals, her fingertips catching a very faint fragrance.
"It's a gift from the old lady to Yukimura for his recovery."
The driver saw his puzzled expression in the rearview mirror and explained gently, "The old lady picked out the flowers in the yard, saying they have a long blooming period and would look nice in the ward."
Looking at the bouquet of Sacred Heart Lilies, a gentle light welled up in Wangyue Ling's eyes. Her grandmother was always like this; even though she had never met Yukimura, she thought of him in everything she did.
Last time I gave you lilies of the valley, this time I chose Sacred Heart Lilies, even taking into account their blooming period.
He had originally planned to go to the flower shop to pick out a bunch of calamus, but now that his grandmother had the flowers, he saved himself the trouble.
He picked up the gift box and shook it gently, but it made no sound. He had no idea what was inside; his grandmother hadn't told him either, keeping it all a secret.
"Let's drive."
He carefully placed the gift box back in its original position, leaned back in his seat, and spoke in a much softer voice than when he was fleeing for his life.