It’s normal to have skills in Wangwang, right?

When the name "Kirihara Akaya" resounded throughout the stadium via broadcast, Liu Lingyin's heart felt as if it had been clenched tightly by an invisible hand, then suddenly released, bringing a rapid and frantic pounding.

It suddenly clicked.

Fragments of vague, distant memories flooded her mind. Yes, she remembered that in the original story, Kirihara was indeed chosen to face Kevin in singles, but later, for some reason, Echizen Ryoma was ultimately chosen instead. She had always assumed that the change was due to Kevin's strong insistence and protests.

But given the current situation...

Kirihara, racket in hand, stepped onto the center of the court, his face burning with fighting spirit. The spotlight shone on him, making his seaweed-like red hair seem to blaze under the intense light. His eyes were sharp, and the wide smile on his lips was a mixture of excitement, wildness, and a barely perceptible tension born of a heavy responsibility.

Despite Kevin's protests, the Japanese side did not make a replacement.

Kirihara remained standing there, as the final Japanese player, S1.

Liu Lingyin's unease spread rapidly, but too much time had passed, and the details had long since become blurred.

She only remembered that Echizen was the last one to take the field, but forgot what exactly happened in between that led to the substitution.

Now it suddenly occurred to me that it seems that Ryoma Echizen was substituted in after Okita was forced to leave the field due to injury.

Another injury! This little seaweed is really going to clash with the Qingxuan team!

According to the storyline, he was pushed down the stairs and injured during training. He was also injured during the competition, to the point that he couldn't continue.

What is this if not recoil?! e=(′o｀*))) Sigh!

Her gaze was fixed on the black-haired boy with seaweed on the field, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt.

Seiichi Yukimura, sitting to her left, Masaharu Niou, to her right, and Renji Yanagi, who was constantly collecting data, all noticed her intense emotional fluctuations almost simultaneously.

Yukimura tilted his head slightly, his gentle yet sharp gaze falling on her tense profile, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Niou also leaned forward, winking at her through Yanagi Renji, trying to sound casual:

"Puri~ Don't worry about Little Seaweed, look at him, he's full of fighting spirit! And that kid is the type who gets stronger when facing stronger opponents, this is a rare opportunity for him to challenge other top opponents and prove himself!"

Their words were meant to comfort, but Liu Lingyin remained unconvinced.

She shook her head reluctantly. "It's nothing."

He then pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on Kirihara on the field, and said no more.

Her brain was racing. Prevention was crucial; she had to prevent any potential accidents. But how? The competition had already begun, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, what could she possibly do?

Talisman? X

Incantation therapy? X

Gu worms? Little Purple is there, but it's probably still sleeping soundly in one of Atobe's boxes. Besides, the appearance of usable Gu worms is too obvious; subtle ones don't work. Or X.

Most importantly, regardless of the method used, if it were discovered, even the slightest suspicion could be devastating for Kirito. People would question his victory, question his ability, and even label him as having "used underhanded methods," ruining his integrity and future as a tennis player. She absolutely could not do more harm than good.

what to do? How can I do?

Although Liu Lianji seemed focused on recording the match data, he also caught a glimpse of Liu Lingyin's momentary stiffness and persistent low mood out of the corner of his eye.

Unlike Yukimura and Niou, he didn't ask directly. Instead, he tightened his grip on the pen slightly, his expression becoming more composed, like a high-speed processor, simultaneously analyzing the situation on the field and the unusual behavior of his companions.

On the field, the game has begun.

Kevin Smith, the blond American prodigy, was clearly extremely dissatisfied and angry that the player chosen to fight was not the expected Ryoma Echizen.

He unleashed all his fury on the tennis ball, launching fierce attacks with tricky angles and astonishing power. Each shot carried a strong sense of humiliation, as if he wanted to completely crush this "imposter" before him.

Kirihara Akaya, however, seemed to be ignited by this immense pressure. Instead of retreating, he advanced, retaliating with an even more ferocious and unpredictable 'ghost ball' designed to counter left-handed players.

The two were like two young beasts, engaging in a primal clash of power and speed on the court, making the game intense from the very beginning.

The audience was completely captivated by the high-level, intense competition, with gasps and cheers erupting throughout. The Rikkai University students were both nervous and proud of their juniors' performance.

Only Liu Lingyin's heart was in her throat. She wasn't watching the game; instead, she was scanning the court inch by inch with her eyes, trying to find the "unexpected moment" in her memory that might have led to Kirihara's withdrawal from the game.

Time ticked by, the score fluctuated, and the game remained close.

Liu Lingyin's nerves tightened even more. Accidents often happen at the most unexpected moments.

Kevin was clearly angered by Kirihara's tenacious defense and the occasional, tricky counterattacks.

He seized an opportunity and hit an extremely tricky short ball. The tennis ball lightly crossed the net, but grazed the net tape slightly, changing its trajectory a little, and then began to roll along the top of the net!

This is an extremely rare ball that requires exceptional reaction time and luck!

Kirihara Akaya started moving almost the instant the ball touched the net. His eyes were fixed on the rolling tennis ball, and his body sprinted towards the net like an arrow. His speed was incredible, his sprint too powerful; to reach this seemingly impossible ball, his entire center of gravity shifted forward, assuming a perfect, desperate diving save!

But Kirihara's eyes were fixed on the single point where the racket and the tennis ball might make contact. He calculated the angle and speed, lunging forward to the right, his right racket reaching desperately towards the ball that was about to roll off the net...

Liu Lingyin's pupils suddenly contracted!

Her gaze swept past Kirihara's outstretched racket and instantly locked onto the direction he was about to fall—a thick, sturdy metal post supporting the net! With Kirihara's explosive forward momentum, if his head or neck were to collide with that post…

This is it!

Stop him! We must stop him!

"Danger--!!!"

A nearly piercing scream burst from her throat uncontrollably. At the same time, it felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her brain, and an invisible, immense power erupted within her, a power she herself did not fully comprehend!

There were no incantations, no gestures, no mediums. Only pure, unadulterated intent, mixed with the spiritual power accumulated through days of training, surged towards Kirihara Akaya on the court like a flood bursting its banks!

Driven by her overwhelming will, the invisible and intangible spiritual power instantly traversed space and frantically wove, condensed, and compressed itself in front of Kirihara Akaya's body, just a hair's breadth away from his head hitting the iron pillar!

It was as if an invisible giant hand had conjured up an incredibly strong, transparent net out of thin air, firmly blocking Kirihara and Tetsuya, and attempting to counteract his immense forward momentum.

"Well!"

Liu Lingyin let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning ashen.

The blood vessels on both sides of her temples throbbed as if they were about to burst. Her vision blurred, and her ears rang. Forcibly summoning and precisely controlling mental energy far beyond her current capacity in an instant had a backlash that struck her soul like a heavy hammer.

On the field, Kirihara Akaya's flying leap, just as his head was about to miss the iron pillar and his shoulder was about to slam into it, seemed to hit an invisible, highly elastic wall.

His body paused briefly in mid-air, a moment that defied the laws of physics, like a movie being paused. Then, the immense force that propelled him forward seemed to be strangely neutralized and dispersed in some way. As if all his strength had been drained, his posture, which should have been a powerful impact, froze, and his body fell straight down with a "thud," landing motionless on the ground in front of the iron pillar.

The racket slipped from his hand and rolled away.

The whole place was dead silent.

Immediately, gasps and gasps filled the air.

"Akaya!!" The Rikkai members suddenly stood up, their faces filled with shock.

The Japanese coaching staff and players' area were also in a state of panic. Tezuka Kunimitsu was the first to rush onto the field, and the referee hurriedly climbed down from his high chair.

After shouting "Danger!", Liu Lingyin seemed to have exhausted all her strength and slumped back into her chair.

She gripped the handrails tightly, her knuckles white, cold sweat beading on her forehead and sliding down her pale cheeks. Her vision remained black; it felt as if a thousand needles were stabbing her head, or as if a high-speed engine had been shoved inside—a combination of roaring noise, excruciating pain, and dizziness assaulted her all at once. She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger; she could only gasp for breath, trying to alleviate the pain that was tearing her consciousness apart.

Sitting next to her were Yukimura Seiichi and Niou Masaharu, and Yanagi Renji, who was a little further away but had been keeping an eye on things. They took in all her reactions.

From the moment Kirihara made the save, Liu Lingyin's body tensed to the extreme and her face turned deathly pale; to her uncontrollable scream; and then, after she screamed, she went limp as if all her energy had been drained, drenched in cold sweat, her face ashen, her brows furrowed, revealing an expression of extreme pain, even her breathing became difficult...

All these changes are closely linked to Kirihara's "bizarre" escape from danger on the field.

A flicker of shock and extreme sharpness flashed deep within Yukimura's violet-blue eyes. He reached out and gently supported Liu Lingyin's slightly trembling shoulder, his hand feeling its icy coolness.

"Lingyin?" His voice was still gentle, but it carried an unmistakable worry and inquiry.

The nonchalant air on Niou's face had vanished, replaced by a serious and uncertain look in his silver-blue eyes. He glanced at Kirihara, who was surrounded on the field, and then at the writhing Liu Lingyin. An absurd yet undeniable thought swirled in his mind.

Liu Lianji was the quickest to return to "work mode." He forced himself to look away from Liu Lingyin and return his gaze to the court, his brain analyzing everything that had just happened at an unprecedented speed.

Kirihara's save speed, angle, and initial kinetic energy.

The location and hardness of the iron pillar.

Under normal physical collision conditions, the probability of the original person's head or shoulder hitting the iron pillar is 100%.

The impact could cause injuries sufficient to lead to immediate retirement from the race or even more serious consequences.

However, what actually happened was that Kirihara paused momentarily in violation of the principles of mechanics just before impact, and its subsequent descent showed that its forward momentum was largely canceled out. No metallic clanging was heard at the scene.

The referee and Tezuka's initial examination revealed that Kirihara was unconscious but had no obvious external injuries and his vital signs were stable.

His data led him to the conclusion that Aka should have been injured, but he wasn't, and he shouldn't have been unconscious, but he was.

The data contains significant contradictions. The only variable that cannot be included in the calculations…

Liu Lian'er's gaze slowly shifted back to Liu Lingyin, who was almost curled up in the chair, her temples soaked with cold sweat, looking incredibly vulnerable. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions: shock, inquiry, understanding, and a deep sense of being moved.

He recalled Liu Lingyin's "prophetic" warnings, her occasional displays of extraordinary insight and knowledge, and the miraculously effective medicinal foods and perfumes she had given him... At this moment, all the clues seemed to be strung together by an invisible thread.

Liu Lingyin... what secret are you hiding? And this time, what price did you pay to save Chi Ye?

The chaos on the field continued. Medical personnel carried a stretcher onto the field and carefully moved the unconscious Kirihara onto it. Tezuka Kunimitsu was negotiating with the referee and the American coach, requesting a timeout. The spectators were buzzing with discussion.

The Rikkai members were frantic with worry, but Yukimura Seiichi, the team leader, quickly regained his composure after the initial shock. He whispered a few words to Yanagi beside him, and Yanagi Renji immediately nodded and got up to go to the medical room. Before leaving, Yanagi Renji closed the data book and took a deep look at the almost unconscious Yanagi Rin, whispering in a voice only he could hear: "Data update... an incalculable existence—Yanagi Rin."

Niou didn't leave; he stayed by Liu Lingyin's side, taking care of her alongside Yukimura, whose condition was clearly not right. Yukimura had already gently draped his coat over Liu Lingyin's trembling body and gestured for Marui to fetch some warm water.

"Rin, can you hear me?" Yukimura's voice was low, carrying a reassuring quality. "Relax, breathe slowly. Akaya has been treated; he's fine, he didn't crash."

Liu Lingyin's unfocused gaze sharpened slightly. Hearing "Chi didn't crash either," her tense nerves seemed to relax a little, but this was followed by an even more overwhelming wave of exhaustion and excruciating pain. She didn't even have the strength to nod; she could only blink almost imperceptibly.

Niou squatted down in front of her, his face unusually serious and worried: "Hey, Rin, don't scare us. Should we call a doctor to take a look at you? You look worse than seaweed!"

Liu Lingyin tried to shake her head, but the slightest movement made her dizzy, and she could only manage a weak whisper: "...No need...to rest...is enough..."

She knew this wasn't a physical injury, but a side effect of severely depleted mental energy. Modern doctors wouldn't be able to find anything wrong, and might even cause unnecessary trouble.

Yukimura and Niou exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. They didn't insist on calling a doctor anymore, but Yukimura said gently but firmly, "Okay, we'll stay with you. Close your eyes and rest, don't talk, and don't exert yourself."

Liu Lingyin obediently closed her eyes, immersing herself in darkness and silence, attempting the most basic meditation techniques to gather the scattered, stinging fragments of her mind. Each attempt was accompanied by needle-like pain, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

The stadium's loudspeaker announced again that the match was suspended due to an unexpected injury and unconsciousness suffered by the Japanese athlete. The decision on how to continue would be made after medical observation.

The clamor seemed far, far away from Liu Lingyin. All her senses contracted inward, fighting against the excruciating pain and weakness that threatened to devour her consciousness. Only the steady warmth from Yukimura's hand on her shoulder held her aloof from the edge of reality.

She knew that her forceful intervention might have aroused suspicion among the smartest and most perceptive teenagers around her.

But at this moment, she had no time to care.

Although I accidentally confused Xiao Haidai because I wasn't skilled enough in using my mental energy, at least Xiao Haidai wasn't injured, and that's enough.

After all, if you faint, you'll be fine once you wake up. But if you get injured, you'll suffer even more. So it's better to just faint for a while!

The pain of overdrafting comes in waves.

She's never unleashing any more mental power; it's just too damn exhausting.

Especially since she hadn't prepared any medicine specifically for mental strength, using it backfired spectacularly!

Waaah! ┭┮﹏┭┮