This is the anti-theft badge
Yukimura smiled. "You've been very concerned about me recently."
What does this have to do with you talking to me about this?
"I think you should be able to understand me," Yukimura said.
"So..,
What do you think of a handwritten letter? "
Prince Ren: "... not very good."
No matter how much he poured cold water on Yukimura, he could not stop the development of the matter, and the new batch of official candidates became the first batch of "love recipients.".
The next day, after the special training for the national competition, everyone received a letter.
Including Mōri, who finally appeared on the court.
"What is this?"
"My handwritten letter." Yukimura said with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard during this period of time. There are some things that are not easy to say in person,
So I chose to write a letter. "
The envelope in his hand was not a style used for mailing,
It was a very popular fresh-series envelope in the stationery store at the entrance of the school,
It was not sealed, and it could be seen that the letter paper inside was the same style.
The one in Prince Ren's hand was blue,
Powdery blue,
It also drew a message bottle.
"It's like a love letter." The experienced Marui skillfully opened the envelope,
He teased,
"What about the content inside?
Is it also like a love letter? "
Yukimura: "Yes,
It's all my love for everyone. "
Everyone shuddered at the same time.
Although that was what he said..,
The content of the letter was not as mushy as Yukimura said.
He really paid attention to the tennis department,
And also paid attention to everyone's changes.
A small part of the letter was a routine analysis of tennis skills,
Then there were some words of concern.
Prince Ren's letter said, "I don't know what you've been through recently. You're always a little absent-minded,
And your state is also erratic. If you have any difficulties, you can talk to me. "and" Your strength is improving very quickly,
Your potential is greater than I thought.
Do your best,
Let everyone know the strength of your 'Deceiver'. "
... Deceiver?
What kind of nickname was this,
When did it appear?
There was no son of God at all,
The emperor was so cool.
Why wasn't he a mage?
A magician was not bad either.
Prince Ren folded the envelope again, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.
Even the thick-skinned Prince Ren couldn't help but be moved, let alone the others.
Yukimura was obviously very satisfied with the result of his confession. The next day, he went to Prince Ren and said with a little pride, "What do you think of my regular psychological counseling sessions?"
Prince Ren: "… Give up. No one will want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."
He obviously didn't expect that after a few months, the person who was most willing to talk to Yukimura would be himself.
Before the start of the National Competition, the main team members had practiced a few sets of tactics.
They would not appear in a fixed order. Firstly, it was to train their strength. Secondly, it was to conserve their energy.
The competition lasted for four days, with one round per day. There was no time to rest at all. If there were fixed candidates, it was very likely that some people would go home without even playing a single match, while others would be so tired that they would not be able to perform well.
— — Well, for Tachikai University, both possibilities were very low.
Prince Ren wondered if he would have time to go to Kyoto after the competition.
The distance between Osaka and Kyoto was about the same as the distance between Kanagawa and Tokyo, but the trouble was that he didn't know where the Equality House was.
He didn't even know if the Equality House was a temple or a shrine.
Or maybe it was a family?
Perhaps it would be easier to find, if he could get some demons to lead the way.
However, there were very few demons in Kanagawa (or maybe he wasn't strong enough and could only see part of it). The area around his house was also very clean. Neither demons nor ghosts could be found. He could only take advantage of the competition time to try.
Out of confidence in his strength, Liu booked a room in a hotel near the competition venue for four nights.
Going back and forth on the same day would easily affect his condition, so there was no need.
Of course, only the main team members could pay for the accommodation. If it was an ordinary member who came to watch the competition, they would have to pay for it.
Even the school's cheerleaders were the same.
The final result of the first two rounds of the competition was a sweep by Clearsea University.
The people wearing bright yellow uniforms announced the return of the king with an unparalleled momentum.
"We will win."
"We will continue to be champions."
This was the temperament of a king descending to the world, the magazine writer wrote.
The spectators agreed with this statement.
"Tachikai University …" There were many people saying this name at the same time. For example, Radical 145 was in a luxury hotel a few streets away (Liu Ding was naturally in an express hotel), and Tachibana and Chitose were not far away.
But unless they entered the finals, they wouldn't have a chance to play against Tachikai University.
The semifinals of the National League began in such an atmosphere.
The first half was between Lion's Joy and Vine of Shepherds, while the second half was between Tachikai University and Shitianbao Temple.
From the point of view of strength, this arrangement was already considered an evenly matched arrangement.
After all, Lion's Joy's style of play was criticized. Up until now, the most eye-catching was a pair of doubles, and they were both second-year students. On the other hand, Vine of Shepherds relied on their past glory to struggle at death's door. No one could imagine how they dominated the tennis world two years ago.
"Tennis isn't a popular sport, and it's only in its infancy that such a phenomenon exists.
No one can be called a powerhouse, "Liu concluded.
Yukimura curled his lips into a different smile than usual, "This is our era.
Tachikai University will win three times in a row. "
"You're only a second-year student, Yukimura," Mōri said.
Yukimura smiled and looked Mōri in the eye, "Senpai, I won the national championship as a first-year student.
People can't take a step back. "
It sounded reasonable.
Everyone at Tachikai University knew about Yukimura's ambition, and it was also their ambition.
Before the match against Shitianbao Temple, Mōri, who was always elusive, was unusually enthusiastic, "Put me in the singles three."
"Senpai, are you okay with that?" Yukimura asked.
Mōri snorted, "Do you think I'll be soft-hearted because of our old friendship?"
Yukimura smiled, "Senpai made this request because you guessed Shitianbao Temple's opponent for the singles three?
If Senpai thinks highly of them, then they're definitely an opponent you need to pay attention to. "
Mōri, "… I just think that I won't have a chance to play if I'm in the doubles two."
Was he supposed to play doubles as well?
There were two pairs of ready-made doubles partners in the team, and both of them needed actual combat experience. The National League was such a good opportunity. He didn't need to think to know that Xing Cun and Liu would not waste such an opportunity.
But Mōri still didn't meet his ideal opponent.
He thought that Seiya Hara would be the one to play the singles three.
As the club president, shouldn't Seiya Hara be in the singles three?
Their Lihai Academy had always secured victory in the first three rounds.
Mōri looked at the familiar face on Shitianbao Temple's team.
He was right. That guy wasn't the club president anymore.
The club president was the second-year student.
Another freak.
He glanced at Watanabe Osamu, who was sitting in the coach's seat, and then glanced at his junior club president. His feelings were complicated.
And these complicated feelings were reflected in his match.
"Senpai isn't in a good mood," Marui said with a sigh. "I've never seen him in such a bad mood."
Mōri didn't talk much or joke much in the team, but being expressionless and having a bad mood were two different things.
Now, that tall Curly Hair senior's aura was so strong that even they were surprised.
"He didn't meet his ideal opponent," Prince Ren said. "I saw him staring at Curly Hair."
"Curly Hair?
Which one? "Marui looked left and right, but didn't see him.
Prince Ren snorted, "Bunta, don't stay up late playing games. It hurts your eyes.
The one with curly bangs. "
"… Can't you just say the one with long hair in a ponytail?!
Who can see that kind of curly hair clearly? It doesn't look like the bangs in Jiyuan! "Marui snorted." Aren't you the one staying up late playing games?
I always sleep early and wake up early. "
"And eat a lot," Prince Ren added.
They were all very relaxed because they had already finished their own competition and won without any suspense.
The main reason was that before coming to Osaka, they had all taken off their weights and done a certain amount of adaptation training.
Those who were used to carrying weights would discover a kind of leap in their abilities once they took off their weights. Their stamina, speed, and strength were all the same.
Prince Ren watched the match in the stadium and then glanced at a certain person with a bandaged arm.
The person who had spoken to Yukimura during the pre-match ceremony was Shitianbao Temple's Shiroishi.
"It's a pity that I won't be able to see him fight," he said.
"Who?" Marui followed Prince Ren's gaze. "You know him?"
"I don't know him."
"Then what's there to pity?"
That was because he wasn't an ordinary person.
Prince Ren looked at the grass above Shiroishi's head with an inexplicably serious expression.
So far, he had only seen this kind of image above a few people's heads that he didn't know how to explain.
Sanada's image was the clearest. This was probably the reason why his own style and path was the clearest.
Radical 145's image was the most gorgeous. Prince Ren thought that there probably wouldn't be such a blaring special effect in the future.
Yukimura's image was very mysterious.
But in reality, he had never seen Xing Cun take the competition seriously. At most, it was the internal practice competition. It was only during the official selection competition that Xing Cun took a little more seriously. He estimated that Xing Cun did not even use 50% of his strength.
That was why he hadn't seen the image above Yukimura's head clearly.
And Shiroishi's image wasn't there at first.
But now it was.
The match in the stadium was one-sided and was about to end in two or three minutes.
The player from Shitianbao Temple with a somewhat familiar surname couldn't fight back against Mōri, who didn't seem to be playing seriously.
How did he feel?
The ministers were probably all overly responsible, let alone this kind of "small minister" who took over the responsibilities of his seniors early and shouldered the expectations of his seniors.
Prince Ren remembered Sanada's Katana that day in the club office out of anger.