chsdbacks Chapter 100: Seigaku's Exclusive "Atmosphere Group" in the Professional Monthly.
Chapter 100: Seigaku's Exclusive "Atmosphere Group" in the Professional Monthly.
At this moment, Sato, the vice president of the Tennis Association, stepped forward, accompanied by a middle-aged man carrying a camera and a notebook.
"Mr. Mochizuki, this is Inoue, a reporter from a professional tennis monthly magazine. He'd like to do a brief, exclusive interview with you. Would that be convenient for you?"
Wang Yueling's gaze paused for a moment.
The middle-aged man handed over a business card and introduced himself in a low voice as a reporter for a professional tennis monthly magazine named Inoue Mamoru.
Mamoru Inoue.
Wang Yueling took the business card and ran her fingertips along the edge of the card a few times.
He had a "deep impression" of this reporter when he watched DVDs in his past life.
A die-hard fan of Echizen Nanjiro, the "atmosphere group" exclusively for Seigaku, they follow Seigaku around from beginning to end, almost ignoring other schools.
Seeing that the other party had taken the initiative to come forward for an interview, Wang Yueling felt a bit of interest in watching the show and nodded slightly.
He was curious to hear what this person would ask.
"Can."
The two sat down on the sofa next to them.
Inoue opened his interview notebook, took out his voice recorder, and spoke politely but with the initiative characteristic of a professional journalist.
What are your thoughts on the future prospects of this sports medicine service platform? When do you expect the platform to become profitable?
"The platform's main purpose is to provide medical care for athletes; profitability is not our primary goal," Wang Yueling said calmly. "However, I believe that as the platform's operation matures, achieving profitability is only a matter of time."
Inoue then asked a few more routine questions about the medical platform.
For example, the platform's assistance to junior high school tennis players, future cooperation plans with school tennis, and the direction of popularizing sports injury knowledge.
Wang Yueling remained calm and composed in her answers, speaking with elegance and clear logic. Every response was rigorous and appropriate, leaving no room for criticism.
After asking a few standard questions.
Inoue abruptly changed the subject, posing a personal question that went beyond the scope of the interview.
"Mr. Mochizuki, I know this question is somewhat presumptuous."
He leaned forward slightly, his tone cautiously probing, "But out of professional curiosity, I'd still like to know. With your status and abilities, why did you choose to be the coach of the Hyotei Academy tennis team instead of competing yourself?"
Upon hearing this, the people chatting nearby instinctively looked over.
Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow slightly, and the smile in her azure eyes cooled a bit.
He looked at Inoue Mamoru, his tone still calm, yet carrying a hint of blunt sharpness.
"Mr. Inoue, today's interview topic is sports medicine platforms. Personal interests seem to be outside the scope of this interview."
"Even knowing it's presumptuous, you still have to ask. Sometimes, knowing when to remain silent is also part of professional ethics."
A single, seemingly innocuous remark left Inoue Mamoru momentarily stunned.
He hadn't expected this young, newly appointed head of the wealthy family to be so direct. There wasn't a trace of tact or politeness in his approach, leaving him somewhat embarrassed.
Inoue Mamoru's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal, and he bowed and apologized.
"I apologize for my abruptness, Mr. Wangyue. It was just out of personal curiosity."
As soon as he finished speaking, he continued talking about junior high school tennis tournaments.
"So what are your thoughts on this year's Kanto Tournament? Now that the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament has ended, Seishun Gakuen was the dark horse of this year's tournament, with very strong strength. Captain Tezuka Kunimitsu even has the potential to reach the national professional level, having distinguished himself early on in the junior high school tournament."
"This year they also added a first-year player from the United States, Ryoma Echizen. His talent is exceptional, and he has shone brightly in the Metropolitan Tournament."
"Hyotei, as a long-established powerhouse in the Kanto region, must have already prepared their tactics to deal with Seigaku, right? Could you briefly reveal a few?"
Wang Yueling leaned back in the sofa chair, her right fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. After hearing his words, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled silently.
The smile had a very respectable curve, yet it carried a blatant mockery.
In his view, Seigaku was hardly a dark horse or rising star.
What's even more ridiculous is that Mamoru Inoue naively thought that as the coach of Hyotei, he would reveal the Kanto Tournament tactics to the media in advance.
The team's trump cards are core secrets, and no qualified coach would ever reveal them to the public.
Does he think he's too young to be fooled, or does he think the coach of Hyotei Academy has intellectual problems?!
Mon dieu, those who get close to the main characters all have this arrogant and conceited habit.
They feel that whatever they ask, others have to answer.
Does he believe that all of Seigaku's rival teams must follow his wishes and voluntarily reveal their secrets to help Seigaku succeed?
A faint sense of impatience gradually rose in my heart.
He has always disliked people who are self-righteous, biased, and prioritize personal preferences over the fairness of the competition.
"The team's internal tactics for matches are confidential and cannot be disclosed."
With a standard smile on his lips, Mochizuki Ryou spoke slowly, yet with an undeniable air of authority, "Furthermore, Mr. Inoue, the way you phrased your question just now was quite problematic."
Inoue's fingers holding the recorder stiffened for a moment.
"As a professional sports media worker, neutrality and objectivity are the first principles. Even if you have personal preferences, you cannot show bias in your work, let alone engage in biased behavior." Mochizuki Ryo leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said, "What you just said was all praise for Seigaku."
"You're a reporter, not Seigaku's PR person."
Inoue opened his mouth.
"If you like Seishun Academy, then go there. Don't drag other people or other school groups into this. If it's as you asked, then I'll explain the tactics."
Mochizuki Ryo spread her hands out, making a pushing motion, her tone even more mocking, "Given your bias towards Seigaku, they'll probably know everything in half a day, right?"
"Using their professional identity to obtain information about opponents, they indirectly act as intelligence agents for a team."
He paused, his tone becoming even colder.
"This is called a leak, not neutral reporting."
Inoue's expression gradually darkened, and his friendly smile quickly faded, creating an awkward moment.
Wang Yueling glanced at his slightly gloomy face, a faint sneer curling at the corner of her lips.
He slowly stood up from the sofa and straightened his suit collar.
He turned and started to leave, but stopped after a couple of steps. He turned to the side and looked down at Inoue Mamoru, who was still sitting on the sofa.
With a hint of speechlessness in his eyes, he offered a playful reminder.
"Mr. Inoue, if you are used to watching the game with the subjective prediction that 'Seigaku will win,' this preconceived prejudice is itself a disrespect to tennis and other players."
He paused, lowering his voice even further, but every word was as cold as ice.
"If this continues, you might lose your job."
After he finished speaking, the playfulness in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a thin layer of ice. Without lingering, he turned and walked out of the conference hall.
The silhouette of the man in the black suit stretched long under the corridor lights, and his leather shoes made a crisp, even sound as they stepped on the marble floor.
In his past life, when he watched DVDs, he had a very bad impression of Mamoru Inoue and his assistant Saori Shiba.
After the tournament, he made a point of collecting various media publications about the competition.
They were the main designers and layout designers for the bulletin board of "Professional Tennis Monthly".
During those days, all the journals and magazines related to tennis featured exclusive reports from Seigaku.
It's simply unbearable to look at.
They completely prioritized their personal feelings over their professional responsibilities.
Mamoru Inoue was a fan of Nanjiro Echizen, and this personal feeling was directly transferred to Seigaku, where Ryoma Echizen was. He brought his personal preferences into his work, turning media reports into an extension of his personal idol worship.
Saori Shiba followed the crowd emotionally throughout, showing excessive joy at Seigaku's victory and offering no objective assessment of the other teams' performances.
Their bias was also reflected in their extreme double standards.
They are infinitely tolerant of Qingxue's mistakes and shortcomings, but extremely critical of the performances of other strong teams.
When Seigaku makes tactical mistakes or their players experience fluctuations in form during a match, they always find various reasons to justify their actions, emphasizing their room for growth and the ability to make adjustments on the spot.
Even when other teams performed consistently and outmatched in strength, the two rarely gave them objective recognition, and even predicted with prejudice that they would lose to Seigaku.
For mid-to-upper-tier teams like Yamabuki and Rokkaku, there was neither in-depth exploration of the players' strengths nor objective reporting on their tournament value; the entire event was viewed from the perspective of a supporting character to Seigaku's rivals.
This double standard in reporting conveys an extremely distorted sports value system and completely undermines the professionalism and credibility of Pro Tennis Monthly.
Wang Yueling exhaled, suppressing her displeasure.
They can't control how others behave, nor can they change the current chaotic state of the media.
However, he would never condone journalists who lack professional ethics, arbitrarily stir up trouble, show bias, disrupt the Kanto Tournament, and ignore the truly hardworking teams and players.
Since existing sports media cannot achieve fairness and objectivity.
Then it's not impossible for the Mochizuki Group to venture into the news industry.
We aim to create a media outlet dedicated to sports information, upholding neutral reporting, truthfully recording the strength and efforts of each team, without double standards or deliberate praise or criticism.
Going back and talking to Atobe might be a great opportunity to explore a completely new business empire and restore a clean and fair public opinion environment for junior high school tennis.
His thoughts settled, he composed himself, took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm, loosened the collar, and walked toward the manor's kitchen.
The meeting took quite a while, so I took advantage of the free time to make some peanut milk myself.
The manor's kitchen was clean and elegant, with all the ingredients readily available. The staff were busy at this time, and they all greeted Wang Yueling respectfully.
Wang Yueling waved her hand, indicating that they didn't need to be reserved and should just do what they were supposed to do. She rolled up her shirt sleeves and took out peanuts, rock sugar, and milk from the refrigerator.
The peanuts were prepared and soaked by the people here while they were in the car; they were fresh and plump.
He peeled the peanuts, poured them into a blender with an appropriate amount of water, and the machine emitted a low rumble as the aroma of peanuts slowly filled the air.
He then poured the prepared peanut paste into a fine gauze bag and slowly squeezed out the milky white liquid. Finally, he poured the liquid into an earthenware pot, added rock sugar, milk, and the remaining peanuts, and simmered it over low heat.
The rich aroma of peanut milk gradually filled the kitchen.
After instructing the kitchen staff to keep an eye on the cooking temperature.
With nothing to do, Wang Yueling remembered that a new tennis court had been built in the park, so he decided to go and take a look, and also stretch his arms and legs.
The manor has built a professional tennis court to support its sports and medical platform. It is located just 500 meters away from the kitchen. The court is well-marked and equipped with all kinds of professional tennis equipment.
The midday sun was gentle, the grass on the court was neat, and it was surrounded by greenery, making it quiet and pleasant.
Wang Yueling walked into the equipment room, greeted the staff, and picked out a spare racket.
Wearing fitted suit trousers, his movements were slightly restricted, but it did not affect his activities at all.
He walked to the ball machine, set a single serve, and warmed up his wrist.
High-speed tennis balls whistled through the air, landing with tricky angles. Wang Yueling stood still, moving with light steps, each return precise and clean, her rhythm composed.
After a short while, the single-ball mode became boring.
He raised his hand to adjust the settings, setting the ball machine's serving frequency to the highest level and selecting two balls for each serve.
The two balls bounced out at the same time. He stepped forward with his right foot and swung his racket to catch both balls and return them to the table.
Then came three, four, and five.
He gradually increased his position, skillfully adjusting his stance between catching the ball, and perfectly controlling the timing and force of each swing.
Finally, he set the ball machine to the mode where all ten balls would be served simultaneously.
The machine hummed as it started, and ten tennis balls shot out simultaneously from different angles and at different speeds, their sharp, whistling sounds overlapping like a rapid drumbeat.
They densely covered the half of the field.
Wang Yueling stood at the baseline, her azure eyes fixed on the incoming ball. She moved slightly, shifting her feet lightly, holding the racket only with her right hand.
Even though the suit pants restricted his steps, he still accurately captured the trajectory of every ball.
With clean and crisp swings, all ten tennis balls were returned one by one, tracing neat arcs in the air before landing simultaneously on the same spot on the opposite baseline.
After landing, it left only one deep mark; all ten balls landed perfectly without any deviation.
The entire set of movements was fluid, elegant, and extremely powerful, showing no signs of strain.
After finishing the last ball, Wang Yueling put down her racket, raised her hand and gently moved her wrist, her eyes showing a relaxed and comfortable expression.
Suddenly, a series of crisp applause rang out behind me, along with a young man's voice filled with obvious amazement.
"Wow! Moonlight-san, look! He hit ten balls from different directions back to the same spot, leaving only one mark!"