Prince Ren had been paying attention to someone for a while now.
The top student from the next class wore his tuxedo-style uniform neatly and meticulously. Not a single button was out of place. He was also the disciplinary committee member of the Student Union. He often stood by and watched the "internal disputes" of the tennis club when he was on duty with Sanada.
What a typical top student.
He was even very gentlemanly, polite and alienating. Occasionally, he would be seen walking to the golf course with a serious expression on his face with a golf bag in his hand.
"Do you think he's suitable to play tennis?" He tilted his head slightly, revealing an expression that was between confusion and curiosity.
"I don't know if he's suitable, but he's quite pitiful to be targeted by you," the person next to him said bluntly.
Prince Ren wasn't angry. He just smiled and snapped his fingers, "Senior, don't say that. I'm looking for a successor for you."
The person he called "senior" twitched the corner of his mouth, "Is that so? I'm really honored."
His voice was dry and without any real feelings.
Prince Ren turned his head and stopped smiling. He didn't hide his exaggerated appearance.
He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Yanagi, who was standing at the school gate with a roster. He touched the strap of his tennis bag.
He had been paying attention to Yanagi since a few days ago.
Anyone who dreamed of the same person for a few days, and not just randomly, but like a TV series, would also be upset about the "person in the dream".
In the TV series in his dream, this "disciplinary committee member", whose name he didn't even know before, was almost inseparable from himself, who was also a young man and an adult, from a young man to an adult.
Am I dreaming of what I think of during the day?
Impossible. This Yanagi student didn't meet his aesthetic standards at all.
Prince Ren recalled the long-legged female idol with two ponytails in the magazine. He then glanced at the person standing at the school gate with a roster not far away.
The person next to him turned his head and looked at him. He coughed awkwardly, "Well, I'll go back first."
"Senior, you're leaving just like that?"
"I've already submitted my withdrawal application."
"Aren't you going to say goodbye properly?"
"Well, there's no need for a new generation."
The person who said this showed a bitter smile. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If I hadn't tried doubles, I wouldn't have been able to find the direction of my improvement.
Now, although he didn't have the prestige of a senior, at least he could appear in the group photo of the national champion.
You, on the other hand, should work hard and enter the main team. "
Prince Ren blinked his eyes and felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the unremarkable senior beside him, who was even frightened by his jokes from time to time. "Puri."
"… I'm trying my best."
"Work hard to find a new partner?" Senpai rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You are indeed unexpectedly suitable for doubles.
But why didn't he look for the red-haired kid?
He's also a first-year student who almost made it into the official selection, right? "
"… Nope."
"You should be friendly once in a while."
Mr. Senpai was a little worried. "It's not that you don't want to do certain things, but you shouldn't keep acting like … Sanada is the deputy minister. Don't keep teasing her."
"But it's very interesting." Prince Ren said.
He glanced at Senpai's expression and snorted. "Don't be too nosy, Senpai."
"… That's why I asked you to be friendly.
You're really a brat, you. "
“puri~”
Although Senpai didn't agree with his opinion, Prince Ren still felt that Yanagi Billus was a very interesting person.
He could feel a little bit of disobedience hidden under his cold appearance.
For example, when he coldly watched him quarrel with Sanada when he was on duty, and when he spoke in a hypocritical tone during the grade assembly.
And then there was …
The scenes in his dream.
For example, when he played tennis with him, he secretly played tricks on him, and when the battle was intense, his eyes were burning with the flames of war.
"What a hypocrite," he said to himself.
He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with using the scenes in his dream as a bargaining chip to evaluate a person.
He lowered his head and looked at his thin wrists and his wide palms.
"Main team …"
It had been a long time since he cared so much about something.
He cared so much that even in his dreams, even if he dreamed of unfamiliar people, he still held a tennis racket and wore sportswear.
Prince Ren was a little surprised.
He thought that it was really bad. The tennis club wasn't a good place to be.
Yukimura wasn't an easy person to deal with either.
But he still planned to be more serious. At least he couldn't lose to the young minister who looked like a delicate girl. He also couldn't lose to the big fool who always had a black face and didn't look pleasing to the eye.
"People who know how to play golf should also know how to play tennis, right?
In terms of aristocratic sports, these two are not on the same level, pupina. "
Anyway, in his dream, he and Yanagi had a good tacit understanding when playing together. They were even called the "first pair"?
This must be a hint from fate.
I'll persuade him to join the tennis club.
Prince Ren thought.
He glanced at Yanagi's back without any psychological burden. The golf club only had a few people. No matter how you looked at it, the tennis club had a brighter future.
Although he planned to do so, Prince Ren was still secretly observing Yanagi.
Because he was very busy.
In the last semester of the first grade, in addition to preparing for the final exam, the tennis club was also carrying out the necessary handover.
Yukimura had already accepted the position of director during the Kanto Tournament. Kazuyoshi Sanada had also been in the main team for a long time.
The original attitude of the original seniors was indeed not friendly at the beginning. But Tachikai University's long-standing school spirit and the lax relationship brought about by the lack of a coach made the "change of dynasty" come early.
The long transition eliminated the disturbance.
In addition, there were also some people with gentle personalities.
The senior who "submitted an application to withdraw from the club long ago" worriedly went to Prince Ren when he last appeared in the club.
He was not eye-catching in the main selection. After the "retrograde" year one, he was squeezed out of the main selection. After the last selection after the National Competition, he returned to the position of the main selection. Unfortunately, he did not appear in the group photo of the champion of the National Competition.
Such a seemingly ordinary person was a little too friendly to the juniors of the tennis club.
Prince Ren was a little afraid of this kind of straightforward kindness.
When he was caught, he could not help but grit his teeth, "Didn't you say that you wanted to focus on preparing for the entrance exam?"
"I'm worried about you," the senior said.
Prince Ren almost had goosebumps all over his body when he heard this.
"In any case, you've been my regular doubles partner for a long time."
Prince Ren: Tachikai University is really not considering canceling the casual doubles training?
Or adding a limit or something?
The senior looked at him and sighed, "I now think that it might be a good thing for you to get to know Lord Yanagi."
"… Puri?"
"Oh, you don't know, right?
He did well in the student council election some time ago. The feedback from the disciplinary committee was also very good. In another year, he might become the president of the student council.
At the very least, he'll be the secretary of the disciplinary committee. "
It did not sound good.
Prince Ren was silent for a while and asked, "What about Sanada?"
"… Sanada -kun's evaluation …" The senior laughed twice, "There are many people who admire him, but there are also many people who complain about him."
That's good to hear.
King Ren narrowed his eyes slightly, showing an expression of pure schadenfreude.
Not long after this day, it was the spring break of the first school year.
Yukimura looked for Prince Ren before the break.
"I'm here to ask for your opinion on the training arrangements for the spring break." He found a night after training and stopped Prince Ren, who was walking at the back because of his lack of stamina.
"… Me?"
"Let's talk as we walk."
Prince Ren looked at the faint smile on Yukimura's lips and felt inexplicably depressed.
He arched his back and slowly walked out of the school.
Yukimura was half a step faster than him and straightened his back, "After the seniors graduate, there will definitely be vacancies in the main team. Therefore, the members who were originally in the main team, which is the last round before the main team, all requested to participate in the break training."
"All of them?"
"All of them.
As long as one of the four main team qualifiers fulfills the condition, they must participate in the break training. "
"Ha, that's really overbearing." Prince Ren complained, "What about the seniors in the second year?
No objections? "
"Why should I have any objections?" Yukimura smiled, "Didn't I ask for your opinions one by one?"
With all due respect, I didn't feel much concern.
Prince Ren looked at Yukimura's smiling face and felt that he had underestimated this student of the same grade who defeated the seniors in the main team as soon as he entered the tennis department and quickly took over the position of the head of the department.
"So, you asked Sanada to 'ask' the seniors in the second year?"
Yukimura's smile deepened, "You guessed right."
I didn't guess.
Prince Ren exhaled.
He was a little tired. The intensity of the practice in the Li Hai University Tennis Department far exceeded the amount of exercise he did when he was playing with the tickets. The long-term pickiness of food and insufficient calorie intake had taken a toll on his stamina (he wasn't looking for an excuse).
His hunched back became even more severe.
"That's it then. I have no objections.
Is the training list still the same? "
"Renji and I are making adjustments. I'll give you the specific training list when the time comes."
"You've worked so hard, Minister." Prince Ren bit on those two words with a half-smile. However, he didn't stop changing his voice. When he raised his pitch, it sounded crisp and crisp.
Yukimura smiled and thought that this eccentric person who seemed difficult to get along with might be more interesting than he thought.
Masaharu Nioh must have his own unique strengths to be specially mentioned by the seniors in the third year.
Besides, there weren't many people who could argue with Sanada face to face.
With that in mind, he stopped at the intersection where they parted ways.
Yukimura turned sideways and patted Prince Ren on the back. "See you tomorrow."
Prince Ren, who straightened his back slightly from the pat, pursed his lips. "See you tomorrow."
The "special training list" was given out during the first training session after the holidays.
Everyone received one, and there were no similarities.
Prince Ren could see that this was a training list that targeted his weaknesses and strengths. There were also additional sections that were specially noted as optional. Every Yitiao was a training volume that was set to meet his limits.
He couldn't help but click his tongue. He raised his head and looked at the other person standing half a step behind Yukimura with new eyes.
The person with a new hairstyle seemed to have grown a lot taller than when they first met. Prince Ren couldn't estimate how much.
He didn't have much of a relationship with the three first-year students who were selected as the official team.
Perhaps the one he was most familiar with was Sanada, who he had met many times at the school gate.
Tennis with stats?
That's pretty scary.
Prince Ren couldn't help but feel afraid as he held the training list tightly.
Then he thought, a customized training list. This treatment is really extravagant.
Speaking of which, there won't be any problems with a training plan made by three first-year students, right?
There weren't many people in the Li Hai University Tennis Department.
This was a well-known comprehensive private school. The deviation rate was not low. The literature and art clubs and sports clubs had always done well. The baseball and soccer clubs, which had high national popularity, were also frequent participants in the national competition. Or to be more precise, they were firmly in the top four of the national competition.
Among these sports clubs, the tennis club's results were not very good.
Even tennis was not a popular sport.
They didn't even have a coach. Only during the national competition would the school's physical education teacher act as a representative to lead the team.
After the third-year students graduated, there were only about 30 people left in the club. There were even fewer who participated in the training during the holidays. There were only about 10 people, half of which were second-year students and half of which were first-year students.
This made the venue more spacious.
Full court simulation, half-court receiving, doubles coordination training, physical training …
Different events could be practiced at the same time and separately.
Before the training started, Liu carried a box over. Inside was a black wristband of the same style. There were two pairs for each person, one pair for the hands and one pair for the feet.
"There's 0.5kg of lead inside," Liu explained, "All the training will be done while wearing the wristband."
Not much.
Prince Ren thought.
Then he was dog-tired after doing 500 swings of the racket.
He remembered the 500 swings of the racket in the morning and the 5km run in the morning and in the evening on the training list. Besides these two basic tasks, he alternated between receiving, turning back, side displacement, half-court practice, full court practice, obstacle practice, and so on. Suddenly, his vision went black.
Then he saw Yukimura in his dream. He also saw Kazuyoshi Sanada.
… That's not right.
Is there no logic to this dream?