This is the anti-theft badge.
Prince Ren got the position of the main team.
Of course, the three giants of the same grade were also in the main team.
And Marui.
Kuwabara was just a little bit away,
Yanagi and Jiyuan still needed to be honed.
"If no third-year student can get the main team, it would be embarrassing."
That would be too humiliating, "the third-year senior who had eliminated Sang Yuan said.
The third-year student next to him who also got into the main team unceremoniously said, "Even if we go down, there's still Mōri."
"… He doesn't even come to the training!"
"He does,
He just skips training occasionally. "
"Hey!"
"Okay, okay,
I won't say anymore. "
Prince Ren did not participate in the discussion about Mōri.
Originally, he could openly feel that he and Mao Li, this senior, would not have any connection at all.
But his dream told him that was not the case.
And Prince Ren was not a person who would believe in dreams.
But..
That day..,
It was really the zero slice.
He had only seen it in his dream,
He also inexplicably felt that he could play this ball in the future, so he gave it a try. If he failed, he could still win the match point.
But he did not expect..,
He almost succeeded.
Was this telling him that the world was not so scientific,
And that dreams could really predict the future?
Prince Ren felt that it was better to believe that dreams were projections of parallel worlds.
Science was the first productive force, and the theory of parallel space-time in physics would be proven sooner or later.
He turned a corner and walked to the innermost tennis court.
In the court, the daily practice match was coming to an end.
The bespectacled man was no longer as refined as he usually was.
When he held the racket, he finally had the boldness of someone who could do it.
Prince Ren was inexplicably gratified.
After feeling gratified, he felt a little stupid.
Yukimura walked over from the side. "Are you done with your practice?"
"No," Prince Ren said.
Yukimura choked for a moment when he was so direct.
He turned his head sideways to look at the hunched man. His gaze on the field also carried a sense of indifference.
"When do you plan to start practicing doubles in Kazuyanagi?" he asked.
Prince Ren nodded. "During the Kanto Competition?"
It sounded very uncertain.
Yukimura shook his head helplessly. "You should pay more attention to him."
"Don't I care about him enough?" Prince Ren pretended to feel wronged.
"I come to watch him compete every day."
"And then every day after he's defeated by Sanada, you'll verbally attack him?"
"No, no, no. I'm clearly encouraging him."
Yukimura's encouragement sounded like mockery.
"You've overplayed your hand.
Be careful not to anger Yanagi, "Yukimura said.
"I don't think so." Prince Ren licked his lips.
I don't think that's necessary at all.
Yukimura thought.
He felt that the way Yanagi looked at Prince Ren now had changed.
After all, it was fine to just watch the show for a day.
Every day, he would make sarcastic remarks.
No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't stand it.
Of course, he understood what Prince Ren meant. He wanted to "encourage" Yanagi from the inside out.
He also understood King Ren's intention to postpone the doubles practice.
Before Yanagi's individual skills stabilized, he should improve his individual play ability first.
He even knew that the reason why Sanada played Kazuyanagi every day was because of Prince Ren's efforts (although Sanada was probably just unconvinced).
Forget it, he thought.
I'm just an ordinary head of the tennis club.
I'm not a nanny.
I'm not in charge of counseling the club members.
… Hmm, why don't we talk more?
Yanagi was defeated by Sanada again.
Ever since he joined the tennis club, he had been playing a practice match every day. He had lost dozens of times.
Sanada was indeed the most suitable opponent for him.
His basic skills were solid, and his moves were more towards the basics. (Prince Ren: My moves are not fancy) His moves were also very impressive.
Yanagawa Yukimura was certainly very strong, but whether it was his data tennis or his spiritual moves, they were not suitable for a "beginner" who was rapidly improving.
The rest of the people who could defeat him, like Mōri and Prince Ren, were not suitable in terms of their skills.
They were not the same type of players. In fact, they were completely different.
What about more?
There was no way to give him an advantage.
I guess this is special treatment. Even Jiyuan didn't have the opportunity to play every day.
Yanagi straightened his back, panting as he thought.
His palms were sweaty, and his body was filled with fatigue and burning excitement. It was hard to describe.
He walked to the side of the court and listened to Liu summarize the areas that he needed to improve.
After Yanagawa Yukimura finished a round, Prince Ren also came over as a routine.
Yanagi stared at his swaying white hair. He wondered if he was the one who was so special, or was Prince Ren the special one?
"… Hey, Yanagi?"
Yanagi returned to his senses.
He looked at the hand that suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped it down, "What's the matter?"
"… I thought you were distracted."
"I wasn't listening to you, Prince Ren." Yanagi adjusted his glasses.
Prince Ren was speechless.
The Kanagawa Prefectural Tournament was not difficult for Tachikai University.
Fourteen consecutive championships in the Kanto Tournament wasn't just a casual remark. Lihai University's tennis department had never been a weak team.
"We're just at a disadvantage."
One of the three third-year students on the team was lecturing the juniors, "Without a coach, we can only arrange our own training schedule, supervise, and manage our own internal affairs. It's too tiring."
Another senior who was always arguing with him said, "Indeed, Liu is very tired. Yukimura and Sanada are also working hard.
As for you … What did you do? "
"Yitiao Ryuji!"
"I'm here, don't shout." The third-year student who was called by his full name lazily replied.
It was rare that Yukimura and Sanada were not here.
They went to participate in the Kanagawa Tournament draw.
Without the head and vice head, Liu went to supervise the other members' practice. The main team and reserve team members were "released."
Although practice had to be completed, it was fine to take a break in the middle.
There were many unfamiliar faces in the main team and reserve team, so the third-year students naturally began to talk about history.
Correction, not "the third-year students."
Yitiao Ryuji looked left and right, and sure enough, Mōri was not here.
He sighed, and looked at the second-year students who joined the tennis club, and then looked at the first-year students who were treated differently by the "leaders."
He thought that even if they couldn't squeeze into the main team, they would at least be able to get into the reserve team.
He didn't expect there to be another amazing newcomer.
He didn't know what to feel, but looking at the other "colleague" who didn't have a sense of crisis, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
As a third-year student in the same situation, he wasn't as good as Mōri, who could keep his position in the main team even if he skipped training. Did this guy even have a sense of crisis?
His complaint wasn't too serious. After all, most of the third-year students who were still in the tennis club were good-tempered and open-minded people.
The outside world had mixed opinions about Tachikai University's "strength first."
A year ago, the two first-year students were in charge of the tennis club, which caused a lot of controversy.
In fact, the atmosphere at Tachikai University at the time wasn't as good as the optimistic people thought, but it wasn't that bad either.
Even if the seniors who were defeated were dissatisfied, they still completed the handover step by step.
But it was impossible for them to be friendly.
The second-year students who were in between the third-year and first-year students were more or less affected by the situation at the time.
The more short-tempered and sensitive ones couldn't stand it and left the tennis club.
The rest of the people were either very open-minded or very gentle.
As for Mōri …
Mao Li, who had transferred to join the tennis club midway through, was not only strong, but he also had the halo of being one of the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's first year geniuses. He was different from those who were struggling on the edge of being chosen.
What about him?
Yitiao looked back at his peers and thought about himself.
He didn't fit the "open-minded" and "gentle" characteristics.
But first of all, he couldn't help but worry about his particularly open-minded friend. Second of all, he had to admit that the first-year students had a unique charm.
Some people were born to guide others. You could slander them, but you couldn't deny their brilliance.
"Seto." He called out to his friend, who seemed to blend in with the group of juniors. "Let's go. It's time to practice."
"Eh?
I'm not done talking yet. "
"Do you want to run laps?
The training over there should be finished by now.
When Liu comes over … "
"Ah!" Seto jumped up.
He picked up his racket and put his hands on his hips. He was half depressed and half puzzled. "Really, Sanada is fine, but even Liu …"
"What's wrong with me?"
Seto was startled by Liu's sudden appearance.
He looked around and discovered that while he was hesitating, the juniors who were chatting with him all stood up with their racket.
They even had an expression that said, "We're just taking a break. We'll start practicing right away."
"… Hey …"
Yitiao walked over and knocked the back of his head with his racket. "Let's go."
"… Oh!"
What a fool.
Yitiao thought to himself.
After taking two steps, he turned around and said, "King Ren.
Let's do it together. "
“puri.”
Whether it was the instructions of the seniors who had graduated or Yukimura's request …
Yitiao looked at the freshman who seemed to be well-behaved (in fact, not at all) and had a reputation (not a good reputation).
He said helplessly, "Do you plan to do the doubles training alone?"
"Senior, do you dislike me?"
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and raised his head. "That can't be helped. Senior will also partner with me in the competition."
"Training soldiers, I understand."
The fixed pairings in the team may not necessarily appear in the competition, especially in the county competition and the Kanto competition.
The county competition had already been "drawn." In the Kanto competition, it would still be used to train soldiers before the finals.
It was really amazing. It squeezed out everyone's potential.
However, it also allowed the seniors to play their only role.
Yukimura, this person …
Yitiao stopped at the edge of the court. "That's true, but Sanada and Yukimura are not here today. Do you still insist on doing the special training with us alone?"
"That's true." Seto echoed Yitiao's words. "It's time to let Lord Yanagi join us."
"Before the finals of the Kanto competition is the new official team selection. Seniors, don't you have the confidence to stay in the official team?" Prince Ren said.
Yitiao looked at Prince Ren in surprise. "Are you serious?"
“puri~”
"If Lord Yanagi hears your words …"
"He will be angry ~" Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and smiled.
If he was angry, then so be it. The Yanagi in the parallel universe grew up. Even if he was angry, he couldn't do anything to him.
Prince Ren's skill point in Fearless was already maxed out.
It was really disgusting to follow the footsteps of others.
Prince Ren almost couldn't suppress the low pressure.
Fortunately, Yanagi's current expression was too obvious. That shocked look made Prince Ren feel a little better.
At least I'm not under the guidance of others, saying lines like a marionette?
I do think so, and I have a plan to do so.
If there is a similarity …
It can't be a pure coincidence.
So what exactly did his dream represent?
Prince Ren finally made up his mind to figure this out.
He turned his head and overturned his previous plan. He ran to Yukimura and told him that he had tricked Yanagi into the tennis club. He's in your care.
Yukimura: That's your partner, thank you?
Prince Ren: Puri, that's also your club member. He's also a future official team member.
Yukimura: You really have high hopes for him.
Yanagi's first job in the club started with a practice match.
"If you're not good enough, you can take a shot with the new students," Liu said with a notebook in hand.
Sanada frowned slightly. Her expression probably meant that the new members of the club naturally had to start with the basic training.
But Kazuyanagi and Yukimura both thought that if Yanagi's level had reached a certain level, it would be more efficient to start a new stage of practice directly.
Yanagi wasn't the stupid freshman who sent them a challenge letter full of typos. He needed to sharpen his temper.