This is the anti-theft badge.
But the fact is..,
The dozen or so people who participated in the special training could not complete all the training in the ideal time.
Even the most skillful big three (this title came from the middle school page of "Tennis Weekly") were the same.
This was originally the information they checked,
They also found a personal coach they knew (a coach who had taken lessons when he was a junior high school student) and arranged the training list that was closest to the limit.
The weights on their hands were not limited to 0.5kg. On their training sheets, the maximum weight was written after calculating the bone tolerance.
And in order to supervise (observe whether the training list was overworked and whether the members were unwell) everyone,
They all compressed their practice time.
This meant that they took less time to complete heavier training.
When tennis was practiced to a certain extent,
The difference in level could not be reflected in basic training.
But everyone's training volume was different. Different training volumes in limited time,
More or less reflected the level of tennis.
Before this, Prince Ren did not think that his physical strength was poor.
He had always been good at sports, and he had won many awards in sports when he was a junior high school student,
After learning tennis, he just felt that this sport was very interesting, and it was good to keep it up.
He would be so tired that his legs would go weak and he would tremble when he walked down the stairs,
It was too exaggerated.
Fortunately, there was more than one person who was worse than him.
For example, the red-haired boy who could not get up from the ground over there.
Prince Ren leaned against the barbed wire and slowly tidied up his tennis bag,
He looked at the red-haired boy sitting on the ground and gasping for breath.
After a while, a dark-skinned person who was walking with him trotted over,
He squatted down and rubbed his legs.
"Ah, Jack,
It's so good to have you. "He vaguely heard such a voice.
Then, the dark-skinned boy grinned,
It was especially dazzling in the dark night.
Prince Ren suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
The senior asked him why he didn't look for the red-haired boy.
Even if they both planned to develop in doubles,
They also had a partner.
It was better to play singles.
Prince Ren looked down at his tennis bag and checked the racket and personal belongings inside,
He zipped it up.
He went to the club office to take a shower and change into clean clothes.
After winning the national competition, the tennis department had a lot of equipment, and some public rackets and balls were also added,
There was even a fully automatic washing machine in the club office.
Prince Ren threw in the sweatshirt with his name on it.
Seeing that it was full, he pressed the start button.
He walked out of the office door.
He began to ponder if he wanted to play solo.
How much more training did he have to do?
On the current training list, he still couldn't complete all the additional items, especially the physical and strength training.
This was his weakness, and there was no way he could improve it overnight.
But after dinner, he could still do some simple strength training at home, as long as it didn't affect his training the next day … He had to give it a try. After all, he already felt that it wasn't easy to complete the training.
What else?
Also, at the very least, they had to be able to defeat the members of the main team.
Those three students of the same grade …
It was still necessary to have a goal, and the long-term goal could be set further away.
What about short-term goals?
The few seniors who were still in the tennis department would not be much better than the seniors who had partnered with him before. Then, he still had a chance, right?
As Prince Ren thought about this, his footsteps slowed down.
The content of his dreams was becoming stranger and stranger.
It wasn't the kind of strangeness that was grotesque and variegated, but the strangeness that always revolved around the things around him.
He even dreamt of holding a tennis racket for eight out of ten days.
Do I really like tennis that much?
Prince Ren himself didn't quite believe it.
When he finally got home, it was almost dinner time, and there was no one at home.
Prince Ren was very depressed. He turned on the light and found a message on the refrigerator. It was written by his sister, saying that her parents were working overtime and she took her brother out for dinner.
Prince Ren threw the tennis bag on the ground and walked to the porch to make a phone call.
On the other end of the phone, his dear sister was obviously still on the street. "You're home?
Did you see my message?
Yes, you saw it. Why are you still calling? "
"… I want barbecue sushi from Wuji Fang."
"Hey, you know I'm in Tokyo?
But Wuji Fang is too far away, and I have to line up. "
"If you want to buy Wagyu, you will definitely pass by that street. Wagyu also has to line up. You and Ya can also line up together."
"Okay, okay, since you're so tired that you can't get up every day when you come back.
By the way, have you eaten?
If you haven't eaten, go out and buy some. "
Barbecue sushi was, of course, a midnight snack.
Prince Ren hung up the phone and sulked for a while.
It was probably because he was hungry and tired and didn't have anything to eat at home.
He stood at the porch and panted for a while. He felt tired standing with his back hunched.
But it shouldn't be, even if his stamina is poor …
Prince Ren vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He planned to order takeout. He went to the living room and took a stack of take-out orders from the coffee table. After looking through them, he didn't want to eat any of them.
Should he just not eat?
But …
Prince Ren remembered that he just casually said barbecue sushi (of course, he didn't want to eat it that much, but he was left alone at home, so he vented his dissatisfaction). Suddenly, he wanted to eat the dolphin bone ramen at the ramen shop on Yitiao street.
Go?
It's so far.
Is it worth it to go so far for food …
But I just wanted to train myself. Do I feel tired after walking for so long?
He struggled for five minutes, took out his pocket money from the drawer, and went out again.
At this time, the ramen shop was overcrowded. Most of them were young office workers who worked overtime for a while and were too lazy to go home and cook for themselves.
Prince Ren walked to the door and saw so many people. He wanted to go home again.
He looked around and suddenly found an empty seat.
And next to that empty seat …
Huh?
Yanagi Billus?
Isn't this the partner I have high hopes for?
Although Lord Yanagi isn't even a member of the tennis club …
Prince Ren was in a daze.
A scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
A person with the same face as Yanagi, who was sitting not far in front of him, and a person with the same face as him, who was also older than him. He was sitting with those familiar faces, wearing familiar sportswear, sitting around a group table. He couldn't hear what they were talking about. It was just noisy.
What is that?
He suddenly woke up and blinked. In front of him was just an ordinary ramen shop.
Too tired.
Prince Ren exhaled.
He smelled the aroma of ramen.
"Hello, is there anyone here?" He hesitated for a few seconds, but still walked over.
The teenager without glasses and facing the soup bowl turned his head when he heard the voice. He was stunned for a moment and recognized Prince Ren. (After all, there weren't many people with white hair who liked to joke.)
He put on his glasses and gave Prince Ren a shallow, polite smile. "Please sit down."
Prince Ren sat down and looked at Yanagi with his chin in his hand. In less than two seconds, his glasses were covered in white mist again.
But the serious teenager didn't feel embarrassed at all. He just put down his chopsticks and took off his glasses again.
He felt like he had seen this scene before.
Wasn't it the first time he and Kazuyanagi had officially met?
Prince Ren looked at Yanagi seriously.
He found that Yanagi's eyes, which were always covered by the rimmed glasses, had a beautiful outline. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and when he put on a straight face, he probably looked cold.
But Prince Ren thought about it. Whenever he saw Yanagi, he always had a polite smile that didn't make people feel hypocritical.
Including in his dreams.
Oh, Yanagi in his dreams would put on the airs of a gentleman and talk nonsense with a serious face.
It was obvious that Yanagi Billus was not a gentle and decent young man.
How interesting.
Prince Ren leaned on the table and waited for his food. He felt that it was meaningful for him to go to Yitiao Street to eat.
A few days later, Prince Ren saw Yanagi at school.
Those who returned to school early worked so late to prepare for the start of the student union's school term.
Prince Ren walked two steps faster to hide his weak legs.
He patted Yanagi's shoulder from behind and straightened his back so that the two of them would not have a height difference. "Puri ~"
"… Hello?"
"What a coincidence." Prince Ren said.
"… Prince Ren."
They had a short conversation and exchanged names during the disciplinary work, but Yanagi was obviously surprised that this person who didn't seem to fit in with the group would take the initiative to greet him.
"Do you … have special training in the tennis club?" He thought of his colleagues in the disciplinary department.
Prince Ren nodded.
He naturally walked beside Yanagi. "Does the golf club have any special activities?
Even if it's a holiday, we can make training arrangements in advance. "
Yanagi pushed his glasses. "The golf club … you know?"
"I've seen you on the golf course."
"There will be no golf club in the future."
Yanagi said, "After the senior left the club, the members of the golf club no longer meet the requirements of the club."
"It's not just that, right?"
Prince Ren smiled and turned his head. There was a hint of excitement and malice in his tone. "The golf course is going to be demolished, right?
I saw the construction team walking over there. "
"… That's right.
The school plans to build a new indoor sports field, and the maintenance of the golf course is too expensive, "Yanagi said.
Of course, he heard the malice in Prince Ren's tone.
Since his purpose was unclear, he decided to be more vigilant against this person who took the initiative to greet him but didn't maintain a "friendly" appearance for a short time.
Then he heard these words.
"So, Lord Yanagi, do you want to consider joining the tennis club?
If you can play golf, you should have no problem with tennis. "
Tennis club?
Yanagi looked at this person with a new light. His impression of him was that he was "unruly" and "unsociable."
Is he someone who cares about the development of the club and is willing to do anything to poach … Forget it, this evaluation sounds ridiculous.
"The head of the tennis club is Yukimura Kun, right?" he asked.
Prince Ren nodded.