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Chapter 5 Hyotei's Weakness 2
Xiang Ri has excellent dynamic vision and physical flexibility. She plays acrobatic tennis beautifully, flipping and turning in the air with movements as fluid as an acrobat.
But he was panting heavily after landing, and his strength was clearly failing him.
He has extremely poor control over the pace of the game, and he is easily swayed by his emotions when he loses possession. Even his opponent, Shinobu, reminded him to "calm down" twice.
This is still an intra-school competition. In a formal competition, it would be easy for opponents to verbally provoke and manipulate the situation, and exploit weaknesses for targeted attacks.
The weakness is too prominent, which is extremely undesirable.
Mukahi and Shinobu's partnership in doubles can indeed make up for their shortcomings, but in singles, without Shinobu supporting him, Mukahi's winning rate will not be very high.
He is too thin, and strength is an unavoidable problem.
Wang Yueling wrote on the scoreboard: "He has a bad temper, his emotions are written all over his face, and his strength is a major weakness. He is basically defeated when he encounters a head-on opponent. He is more suitable for doubles."
The third match is between Shishido and Ootori.
Shishido is very fast and has a strong desire to win; he plays every ball fiercely.
"A strong desire to win is a good thing, but he's gone too far."
Ryo Mochizuki watched as Shishido slammed his racket down in frustration after a mistake. "His mentality is unstable. He gets impatient after losing a few points, his movements become increasingly exaggerated, and his mistakes become more and more numerous. He's arrogant and thinks that being a regular player makes him amazing, and he can't see his own problems at all."
Wang Yueling recalled how the boy later shaved his head to show his resolve in the original story, and felt somewhat emotional.
There's no need to go that far. Keeping his long hair and continuing to play in the tennis club aren't mutually exclusive. He's got a solid foundation; he just lacks someone who can help him see the right direction.
His opponent, Feng, had a really good high-speed serve; the ball was fast and the landing point was accurate.
However, at this stage, they haven't developed the "one-ball-to-soul" technique yet. They are far behind in everything except serving, and they lack confidence. Once their serve is broken, they wilted like a radish.
However, these two are surprisingly well-suited to be doubles partners.
They can be trained to play doubles, just like in the story, and have the potential to become Hyotei's "ace doubles team".
However, it's clearly not the right time yet.
The next match is Cilang.
He was still asleep when Huadi carried him over, and only woke up groggily when he was thrown onto the field.
The opponent is a near-starter, but his skill level is average.
Jiro yawned the whole time, finished the match in ten minutes, and then went to the side to continue sleeping.
He has a great feel for the ball, excellent wrist flexibility, and accurate timing for volleys, but he just doesn't care. He has no passion for tennis; winning or losing doesn't matter to him.
If you encounter an opponent you're not interested in, you'll start yawning halfway through the game, and your spirits will be low. Just like this time, I lost a point because of a lack of energy.
Wang Yueling didn't know whether to laugh or sigh.
Cilang has good five dimensions and his strength is not bad either, but his competitive spirit and love of sleep... are really hindering his talent.
The duration and frequency of sleep are excessive; it should be classified as a mental illness such as a sleep disorder.
It's really time to see a doctor.
He thought for a moment and wrote on the notepad: "Sleep disorder? Medical intervention recommended."
The last pair consists of Kabaji Takahiro, who possesses a "pure heart," and Taki Oginosuke, who is close to becoming a regular member.
Kabaji possesses superior physical attributes, a pure tennis playing style, and an exceptional talent for imitation.
Wang Yueling watched very attentively.
"A childlike heart, a genius of imitation. He can copy any move after seeing it only once; such talent is truly rare."
However, he lacks innovation and is not outstanding in any aspect. The limitations of his strength also make his tennis skills more similar to others.
But in this match, he completely dominated his opponent, especially against Taki, who was a perfect match for him in terms of data tennis.
"Data enthusiast, strategist for Hyotei Academy."
Ryo Mochizuki mentally compared the players: "They played fairly standardly, following a set pattern for every shot. Their data-driven tennis level is barely adequate for Hyotei. They're far inferior to Renji Yanagi from Rikkai, and a step below Hajime Mizuki from St. Rudolph. They're about the same level as Sadaharu Inui from Seigaku. Having data alone is far from enough without a solid foundation of skill."
By the time all the matches were over, it was already dark.
The stadium lights came on, casting long shadows on everyone. Coach Sakaki didn't say anything more, just waved to dismiss the crowd.
Wang Yueling bent down, picked up the zither case, slung it over her shoulder, and turned to follow her cousin outside.
He walked slowly, his mind still racing. Every match he had just watched, every player's strengths and weaknesses, were laid out in his mind like data.
Including the coach.
Taro Sakaki's cousin has a professional understanding of sports science and physical fitness theories, and he also has his own set of models for technical details and athlete potential development.
However, they are not good at team formation and tactical arrangements, and they basically leave the on-site command to Atobe.
He's really only good enough to be a consultant; he's far too inept to be a tennis coach.
The problem with Hyotei is not the problem of one or two people.
It's a systemic problem.
It's a matter of ideology.
Some of them are too competitive, while others are not competitive at all; they are two extremes colliding.
In short, their strength is too weak, and their potential for improvement is as high as the sky and as wide as the sea.
Ryo Mochizuki rode in Taro Sakaki's car back to her maternal grandmother's house.
On the road, while waiting at a traffic light, a well-dressed man glanced seriously at his meticulously written notes on his whiteboard. Don't think he didn't see them.
But he didn't say anything, he just pretended to put it away.
Finally, the damaged violin was taken by my cousin, who still had some conscience, to have it repaired.
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Since her maternal grandfather passed away, her maternal grandmother has moved to this two-story building in the center of Tokyo.
This house was where my maternal grandfather's family lived before they became wealthy. The yard wasn't big, but it was very well maintained and cozy, with many flowers planted, especially a patch of lilies of the valley in the corner, which my maternal grandfather planted for my maternal grandmother himself before he passed away.
Wang Yueling plans to stay here with her maternal grandmother while she goes to school, and return to the old manor when she needs to deal with family and company matters.
When he pushed open the door and walked in, his grandmother was cooking miso soup in the kitchen.
"You're back?" His grandmother peeked at him and placed the dinner she had prepared on the table. "You're back late today, are you hungry?"
"I was hungry. I went to watch the tennis team practice with my cousin this afternoon, so I came back late."
"Wash your hands before eating."
Dinner was Japanese cuisine, very simple: miso soup, grilled fish, tempura, and white rice. Mochizuki Ryo ate two large bowls, finishing every last grain of rice. After finishing, she washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen.
Then I sat in the courtyard, waiting for my grandmother to brew some fruit tea to aid digestion.
"How was school today?" His grandmother sat across from him and poured him a cup of hot orange tea.
"It's great." Wang Yueling sipped her hot tea and added, "My deskmate is very interesting, and I've met many interesting people my age..."
The grandmother smiled and didn't ask any more questions. She knew that her grandson was sensible and didn't need her to worry about him. She just listened gently to the interesting things that happened to him at school today.
At 9 o'clock, his grandmother told him to rest early and then went to sleep.
Wang Yueling responded and then looked at the lily of the valley in the courtyard for a while.
He then took the tea back to his room.
The room wasn't big; it was converted from my maternal grandfather's old study. On the bookshelf were photos of my maternal grandfather and grandmother with Linglan in the yard when they were young, both of them smiling happily.
Wang Yueling sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.
My mind is filled with what I saw today.
Atobe's serve, Oshitari's concealment of his abilities, Mukahi's stamina, Shishido's mentality, Ootori's confidence, Jiro's drowsiness, Hiyoshi's obsession...
He was just thinking casually, but as he thought about it, his hands unconsciously started typing on the keyboard.
Analysis of the Current Situation and Improvement Suggestions for the Hyotei Tennis Club
He listed everyone's strengths and weaknesses, and then wrote down directions for improvement and training suggestions, listing them clearly one by one.
It's not just general talk, but something specific and actionable.
How can we innovate Atobe's serve angle? How should we address Shinobu's physical and mental state? How can we improve Mukahi's stamina? How can we correct Shishido's mental issues?
Finally, he also wrote objective advice for Sakaki Taro.
"Your tactical setup is terrible. You should involve Atobe, who is very good at this, more. He has a strong ability to arrange his lineups in matches, but sometimes he relies too much on his intuition. You can be more flexible in your lineups and not always use fixed combinations. Sometimes you can surprise your opponents."
He read it through again, revised a few wordings, then opened his email and added the document.
The email contained only one sentence: "Cousin, this is just my personal opinion, for your reference only."
Click send.
The small icon on the screen spun twice, displaying "Sent".
Wang Yueling leaned back in her chair and stared at the screen for a while.
The insects outside the window chirped softly, their sounds intermittent and irritating.
He turned over, reached out and hugged the Plus version of the "Yukimura Doll" covered with a small blanket next to his pillow, giving it a little rub.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly.