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He said to Prince Ren, "I really should be more concerned about you guys,
Not just training,
But also physical and mental health.
As for the body,
The scheduled physical examination should be enough.
Mental health... the cost of a psychiatrist is too expensive and not suitable for middle school students,
What do you think of me writing a handwritten letter to everyone? "
Prince Ren was puzzled. "Why did you come to me to discuss this kind of thing?"
It was as if he knew something in advance that he shouldn't know.
Yukimura smiled. "You've been particularly 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 couldn't stop the development of the matter, and the new batch of official players 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,
Some things 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, but a very popular fresh series envelope in the stationery store at the school gate. 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, pinkish-blue,
And even drew a message bottle.
"Like a love letter." The experienced Marui skillfully opened the envelope and teased, "What's 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,
His state was also erratic.
If you have any difficulties, you can come and 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 a Deceiver. "
… Fraud Master?
What kind of nickname was this? When did it appear?
He didn't look as cool as the Son of God or the Emperor.
Why not a mage?
Magicians were not bad either.
Prince Ren folded the envelope again and felt a little 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 of love. The next day, he found Prince Ren again and said with a slightly proud tone, "What do you think of me holding regular psychological counseling sessions?"
Prince Ren said, "… Just give up. No one will want to talk to you."
He obviously didn't expect that in 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 had practiced a few sets of tactics.
They didn't have a fixed order of appearance. First, it was to train their strength. Second, it was to conserve energy.
The competition lasted for four days, with one round per day. There was no time to rest. If there was a fixed number of people, it was very likely that some people would go home without playing a single game, and some people would be so tired that they couldn't perform well.
— — Well, for Tachikai University, both of these possibilities were very low.
Prince Ren wondered if he had 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?
Maybe the field would be easier to find, if he could get some demons to lead the way.
But there were very few demons in Kanagawa (or maybe he wasn't strong enough and could only see part of them), and the area around his house was so clean that neither demons nor ghosts could be found. He could only try to find it during the competition.
Out of confidence in his strength, Liu booked a room in the hotel next to the competition venue in advance for four nights.
Going back and forth on the same day would affect his condition, so there was no need to do so.
Of course, only the official team 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.
In the first two rounds of the competition, the final result was a clean 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 aura of a king descending to the world, the magazine's writer wrote.
And the spectators agreed with this statement.
"Tachikai University …" There were many people saying this name at the same time, such as Radical 145 who was in a luxury hotel a few streets away (Liu Ding was naturally in an express hotel), and Tachibana and Chitose who lived not far away.
But unless they entered the finals, they wouldn't have the chance to fight against Tachikai University.
The semifinals of the national competition began in such an atmosphere.
The first half was between Lion's Music and the Vines of Shepherds, while the second half was between Tachikai University and Shitianbao Temple.
From the perspective of strength, this arrangement could be considered to be an even match.
After all, Lion's Music's style of play was heavily criticized. Up until now, the most eye-catching was a pair of doubles, and both were second-year students. On the other hand, the Vines of Shepherds relied on their past glory to survive. It was hard to imagine how they dominated the Chinese tennis world two years ago.
"Tennis isn't a popular sport, and it's only in its infancy that there's such a phenomenon.
No one can be called a powerhouse. "Liu concluded.
Yukimura curled his lips and smiled differently than usual: "This is our era.
Tachikai University will win three consecutive championships. "
"You're only a second-year student, Yukimura." Mōri rarely responded.
Yukimura smiled and looked up at Mōri: "Senpai, I won the national championship as the head of the department in my first year.
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, is that okay?" Yukimura asked casually.
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 in the singles three, right?
If Senpai thinks highly of them, then they're naturally an opponent that you need to pay attention to. "
Mōri: "… I just think that if I'm in the doubles two, I won't have a chance to play."
Could it be that he was going to play doubles as well?
There were two ready-made doubles partners in the team, and both of them needed actual combat experience. The national tournament was such a good opportunity that he didn't need to think to know that Kazuyanagi Yukimura wouldn't waste it.
But Mōri still didn't meet his ideal opponent.
He thought that Tetsuya Hara would be the one to play in the singles three.
As the head of the department, shouldn't he be defending such a crucial position in the singles three?
Tachikai had always secured victory in the first three matches.
Mōri looked at Shitianbao Temple's familiar face.
He was right; that guy was no longer the department head.
The department head was that second-year student.
Another freak.
He glanced at Watanabe Osamu, who was sitting in the coach's seat, and then looked at his department head with complex feelings.
And these complex feelings were reflected in his match.
"Senpai's in a bad mood." Marui sighed, "I've never seen him so depressed."
Mōri didn't talk much and didn't joke much in the team, but being expressionless and depressed were two different things.
Now, that tall, curly-haired senior's aura was so strong that even they were surprised.
"He probably didn't meet his ideal opponent," Prince Ren said. "I saw him staring at that curly-haired guy."
"Curly-Haired guy?
Which one? "Marui looked left and right but didn't see him.
Prince Ren snorted. "Bunta, don't stay up late playing games in the future. It hurts your eyes.
It's that guy with curly bangs. "
"… Can't you just say the guy 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 some adaptation training.
Those who were used to carrying weights would find that their strength had improved by leaps and bounds once they took off their weights. Their stamina, speed, and strength were all the same.
Prince Ren watched the competition in the arena and then glanced at a certain person with a bandage on his arm.
The person who had spoken to Yukimura during the pre-match ceremony was Shitianbao Temple's minister, Shiroishi.
"It's a pity that I won't be able to see him fight," he said.
"Who?" Marui followed Prince Ren's gaze. "Do you know him?"
"No."
"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 inexplicable solemn expression.
Until now, he had only seen this image above the heads of a few people. He didn't know how to explain it.
Sanada's image was the clearest. This was probably the reason why his style and path were the clearest.
Radical 145's image was the most gorgeous. Prince Ren thought that in the future, there wouldn't be any special effects that were so dazzling.
Yukimura's image was very mysterious.
But in fact, he had never seen Yukimura play seriously. At most, it was in the ministry's practice matches. Only during the official selection matches did Yukimura play a little more seriously. He probably didn't 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 competition in the arena 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 too responsible, let alone this kind of "junior minister" who had taken over the responsibilities of his seniors early and shouldered the expectations of his seniors.
Prince Ren thought of the day when Sanada's sword appeared in the club office because he was angry.
Perhaps this kind of image would only appear when one was agitated.
That was why he always saw it during the competition.
And judging from the pattern, those who had this kind of image were definitely strong.
Puri, I don't know if there's something on my head.
Prince Ren touched his hair.
He said to Prince Ren, "I really should be more concerned about you guys, not only in terms of training, but also in terms of physical and mental health.
As for physical health, the scheduled physical examination should be enough.
As for mental health … psychiatrists are too expensive and not suitable for high school students. What do you think of me writing a personal letter to everyone? "
Prince Ren wondered, "Why did you come to me to discuss this?"
It was as if he knew something in advance that he shouldn't know.
Yukimura smiled, "You've been very concerned about me recently."
What does this have to do with you coming to me to talk about this?
"I think you should be able to understand me," Yukimura said, "So, what do you think of a personal letter?"
Prince Ren, "… Not very good."
No matter how much he poured cold water on Yukimura, he couldn't stop the development of the situation, and the new batch of official players 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 field.
"What's this?"
"A personal letter from me."
Yukimura said with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard during this period of time. Some things are not easy to say in person, so I chose to write a letter."
The envelope in his hand wasn't a style used for mailing, but a popular fresh-series envelope from the stationery store in front of the school. It wasn't sealed, and it was obvious that the letter paper inside was the same style.
The one in Prince Ren's hand was blue, powder blue, and had a message bottle drawn on it.