Chapter 182: Sarcasm Vending Machine, a Different Kind of Comedic Tennis

First match, Single Match No. 3

From Tokyo Budongfeng Middle School, Yiwu Shen Si faces Osaka Four Heaven Treasure Temple's Yuan Zheye!

The broadcast's reading voice rang out, and everyone slightly lifted their heads to look at the electronic big screen at the center of the gymnasium, where the two players' names prominently appeared.

We've reached the semifinals, and the court really does look grand, huh! Right, Yu Ji~

Exactly! Xiao Chun~

Golden Xiao Chun and Yi Shi Yu Ji slung their shoulders together, looked at the screen, faces pressed together, and joyfully performed a flamboyant face‑to‑face dance.

Boom!

A thought flashed through the mind, the body didn't lag, feet raced, a backhand pulled the tennis ball to the opposite corner, and the wildness's momentum unceremoniously slammed toward the other side.

Swish!

The tennis ball had just bounced when a red shadow swooped down from the sky.

The ball sped across, and golden Xiao Chun, covering her cheek, ducked behind Yu Ji, then stuck her head out and said:

Unfortunately that's useless, because senior Yuan Zheye possesses a constant, unhurried sense of humor and a resilient spirit that insists on being quirky even before thousands of spectators!

Xiao Chun and Yu Ji excitedly slapped hands and shouted, their ten fingers interlaced without anyone else, eyes meeting, full of affection.

Boom!

Boom!

If you keep a cold face, will you turn into an ice cube?

Not only him, the rest of Budongfeng also dared not believe, glancing sideways to check, then full of question marks, showing confusion.

When?

Boom!

Black is the color of coal, you know.

Hearing that, Du Bian Xiu's flower hat tipped, his eye corners kept flickering, his forehead was covered with black lines, he hurriedly denied, so eager that even the toothpick in his mouth snapped in two.

Of course, because I have his protection! Ding ding!

Clap! *N

Looking at this lively pair, the Four Heaven Treasure Temple members all covered their heads.

I say, can't you wait until the match starts to be of one mind?

Boom!

Seemingly unaffected, Yuan Zheye effortlessly returned this full‑thrust serve.

Shen Si, be extremely careful in this match, don't be careless.

Neicun, you're wrong.

Under the off‑beat exterior lies a breadth and spirit that ordinary people lack.

It's basically playing tennis with flies, just a swarm of flies.

Neicun Jingjie examined Yuan Zheye closely, from head to toe giving an off‑beat impression, unable to sense any aura of strength.

Tap tap!

The jokester is king!

A shiver ran up his hair, and Yuan Zheye instantly felt Shen Si's seriousness; the opponent's terrifying wildness pressed down on him with full force.

Clap. Clap.

Adjusting his breath, Yiwu Shen Si lightly tapped the ball; the outcome of the first match affected the whole team's morale, and he must win.

Indeed, senior Yuan Zheye, who holds the title 'Sarcasm Vending Machine', has tennis skill and comedic power far beyond ordinary, so this morale has no effect on him!

Four Heaven Treasure Temple's Yuan Zheye scores, 0‑15!

It appears! A torrent of nonstop sarcastic triple‑hit!

He clearly teaches comedic doubles and, beyond the match, insists on harmonious interaction and communication, but.

Who would teach this one‑mind‑in‑body training of the girl team?

Ah, hey!?

Cough cough.

Although he keeps warning himself, the inner blaze makes him want to turn into a monkey on the spot.

That's completely wrong!

However

With a fierce face, don't be too serious in the match!

Predicting ahead and moving on the court, hearing the mutual sarcasm from opponents and the crowd, Yiwu Shen Si's brows tightened.

Yi Shi Yu Ji immediately nodded in agreement.

He cleared his throat twice, his expression steadied, gaze slightly fixed, and solemnly said to the figure beside him:

Ju Juping shook his head, a spark flashing in his eyes: "Before this spring, the head of Four Heaven Treasure Temple had always been that guy."

Boom!

The racket's whine rang clearly across the court, like a soaring hawk, a sharp black streak cut the air like a feather, its aura icy.

Wow, what a powerful serve!

Yuan Zheye ran while chattering nonstop; before reaching his spot, his racket swung upward, and the ball happened to be struck at the racket head, tracing a weak arc over the net.

A pleasant, exhilarating image flashed in his mind, Yiwu Shen Si's movement relaxed slightly, and at that moment.

Senior Jiecheng, the Four Heaven Treasure Temple players don't seem particularly special; are they really that strong?

Yiwu Shen Si's pupils

Why do you always hit to the opposite corner?

Yuan Zheye, he's a opponent not to be taken lightly!"

This is probably the toughest opponent I've faced since the National Competition!

"The match begins, Yiwu Shen Si of Budongfeng Middle School serves."

He grabs that incessantly chattering fly, bursts its belly, pulls out its intestines, then uses those intestines to strangle its neck, and with a hard yank—

"It's Ah Zhe!" "It's Ah Zhi!"

"You idiot, Xiao Chun~" "Fool, Yu Ji~"

Xiao Chun and Yu Ji, who had been close, in the blink of an eye began arguing again because of the tattoo on Yuan Zheye's stomach.

A burst of laughter rang across the court, and Yuan Zheye's figure suddenly appeared at the net.

Of course, all this information was told to me last night by Chitose, who had been to the Four Days Treasure Temple training camp.

Since that's the case,

Swish!

Making a decision in his heart, Yiwu Shen Si immediately tossed the tennis ball upward.

"No wonder he's the guy Senior Jiecheng specifically warned about; he's indeed hard to deal with."

He chuckles, and Yuan Zheye, in a goofy manner, lifts his shirt, revealing a face tattoo making a grimace.

A brilliant smile on his face, he flicks his racket diagonally.

"You rambling guy!!"

"That's right. Shortly after receiving the department head position from the former head Ping Shan of Four Days Treasure Temple, he voluntarily handed the position to the future pillar of Four Days Treasure Temple in his mind, Bai Shi Zangzhike."

The two lightly shake hands at the net; Yiwu Shen Si watches the opponent's figure intently, his racket tucked into the back of his neck, orange‑red hair slightly tied up, while a few strands hang untidily over his forehead.

"Just as we expected before the match, they indeed sent Yiwu Shen Si to play Single Match No. 3, a first‑year national‑level singles—truly impressive."

"No wonder he's a senior; you have to mock every move before he'll stop!" Xiao Chun twists her body and sways, saying,

"Is this something to be despised?" A cold bead of sweat slides down from under his hat; Neicun Jingjie cannot comprehend the thought process of the Four Days Treasure Temple crowd.

Yuan Zheye blinks, makes a grimacing goofy smile, and with two strides reaches the ball's landing spot.

"Zheye, this match is yours! No problem?"

The referee on the high chair waves his hand, instantly confirming the attacking side for the first game.

Yiwu Shen Si's expression grows even more solemn as he watches the casually standing Yuan Zheye, feeling an inexplicable sensation.

He takes a deep breath, Yiwu Shen Si suppresses the anger in his heart; even his normally indifferent face can't help but change color, his gaze revealing a few feral glints.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"It feels like it flew into my ear,"

But the next instant,

"I need to calm down and find his flaw."

"What? Who are you talking about? What's going on?"

On the court.

Wiping away the non‑existent sweat on his forehead, Watanabe Xiu finally brings the conversation back to the match, and he can't help but marvel at how Xiao Chun and Yu Ji's ability to shift focus has become increasingly impressive.

Neicun Jingjie opens his mouth wide, incredulously pointing at Yuan Zheye on the court.

"Game, Four Days Treasure Temple Yuan Zheye, 1-0!"

How does that guy even look like a department head?

Then, planting his feet, he stretches his arms, dragging the racket; mid‑air, black flames suddenly flicker across his body, a fierce Wildness aura pressing toward the opponent.

"Right? Coach!"

Tap. Tap.

Yiwu Shen Si rushes at top speed to retrieve the ball, but he's still a step too late.

With a relaxed smile, his hands in his hips, he stands casually, yet somehow gives the impression that there's nowhere to strike.

Unperturbed by the opponent's teasing, Shen Si's expression shifts slightly; aside from Senior Jiecheng and Senior Ju, this is his first time seeing anyone handle his Wildness so effortlessly.

Bang!

He sprints quickly, forehand flicks the tennis ball back, and Yuan Zheye immediately swings his racket forcefully toward the two people off‑court.

On the other side, Jiecheng Wu looks gravely at Shen Si off‑court and says, although the formation hasn't changed, continuing to assign Shen Si to Single Match No. 3 makes him easy to target, but to achieve final victory, even if it's risky, we must persist.

Bang!

A sharp yellow flash suddenly attacks from the opposite side, shooting out right under Yiwu Shen Si's raised right foot.

"Please take care of me."

"The Wildness intimidation doesn't work?!"

"Bai Shi~ We're following the coach's orders; not only during matches but even in private life we must stay inseparable!"

"The department head... him?"

"Heh"

"Wrong, it should be Ah Zhi!"

Bang!

Bang!

A burst of explosion rings, and Yiwu Shen Si angrily smashes the tennis ball diagonally, the force astonishing.

Ju Juping watches with a broad smile; even the goofy Yuan Zheye on the court earns his respect, for voluntarily handing the department head position to a junior—few can do that.

"As long as we stay united, our dictionary has no word for 'defeat'~"

Listening to the nagging chatter on the court, Shenwei Ming painfully pulls his hair.

Bang!

Accompanied by the arm's after‑image swinging, a fierce net‑front kill shot sliced diagonally toward the front‑court outer corner. Pop— the tennis ball brushed the ground, leaving a distinct mark.

"What a terrifying aura! ~"

"What on earth are those guys from Four Heavens Treasure Temple up to?"

Bai Shi Cangzhijie covered his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Please be kind to me~"

"Here comes A Zhe from the neon comedy duo 'Zhi and Zhe'!"

"Please have both sides swap venues."

The referee's ruling sounded like a bucket of cold water, dousing him from head to toe; Yiwu Shen Si snapped awake instantly.