Prince Ren's vacation was particularly fulfilling.
The special training schedule in the spring was not staggered like it was in the summer, where the sun was at its brightest. In theory, it could be completed before dark.
But the reality was that the dozen or so people who participated in the special training were unable to complete all the training in the most ideal time.
Even the Big Three, who were the most skillful (this title came from the middle school page of Tennis Weekly), were the same.
This was originally the training list that they had arranged after checking the information and asking a personal coach they knew (a coach they had taught when they were in junior high school).
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 everyone (to see if there was excessive training and if the members were unwell), they had reduced their practice time.
This meant that it would take less time to complete the heavier training.
When tennis was practiced to a certain extent, the difference in level would not be reflected in the basic training.
But everyone's training volume was different. The different training volume in the limited time would more or less reflect the level of tennis.
Before this, Prince Ren did not think that his physical strength was poor.
He had always been good at sports. When he was in junior high school, he also won a lot of awards in sports. After learning tennis, he only thought that it was interesting and it would be good to persevere.
It was too exaggerated to be so tired that his legs were weak and he was trembling when he walked down the stairs.
Fortunately, there was more than one person who was worse off than him.
For example, the red-haired boy sitting on the ground could not get up.
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 always walked with him trotted over and squatted down to massage his legs.
"Ah, Jack, it's so good to have you here." He vaguely heard such a voice.
Then the dark-skinned boy grinned. It was especially dazzling in the dark.
Prince Ren suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
The senior asked him why he did not look for the red-haired boy.
Even if they both planned to develop in doubles, they already had a partner.
It was better to play singles.
Prince Ren looked down at his tennis bag, checked the racket and personal belongings inside, and zipped it up.
He went to the club office to take a shower and change into clean clothes.
After winning the National Championship, the tennis club received a lot of new equipment. There were also new rackets and balls for public use. 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 club office door and began to think about how much more training he would have to do if he wanted to play solo.
On the current training list, he still couldn't complete all the additional items, especially the fitness and strength training in the additional items.
This was his weakness, and he couldn't do 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 was there?
Also, at the very least, he had to be able to defeat the people in the main team.
Those three students of the same grade …
It was still necessary to have a goal, and a long-term goal could be set further away.
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 it, his footsteps became slower and slower.
The content of his dreams became stranger and stranger.
It wasn't the strange kind of strange, but the kind that always revolved around the strange things around him.
Even eight out of ten days, he was holding a tennis racket in his dreams.
Do I really like tennis that much?
Prince Ren didn't quite believe it himself.
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 fridge. 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 entrance 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 the barbecued sushi from Mujifen."
"Oh, you know I'm in Tokyo?
But Mujifen is too far away, and I have to wait in line. "
"If you want to buy Wagyu, you will definitely pass by that street. Wagyu also has to wait in line. You and Ya can also wait in line 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. "
Barbecued 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 entrance and panted for a while. He felt tired standing with his back hunched.
But it shouldn't be, even if his physical strength 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.
Might as well not eat?
But …
Prince Ren remembered that he just casually mentioned barbecued sushi (Of course, he didn't want to eat it that much, but he was left alone at home, so he still wanted to vent his dissatisfaction). He suddenly wanted to eat the pufferbone ramen from the ramen shop on Yitiao street.
Go?
It's so far.
Is it worth walking so far for food …
But I just wanted to train myself. Do I feel tired after walking for such a short distance?
He struggled for five minutes, took out some 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 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, were sitting together with those familiar faces. They were wearing familiar sportswear and sitting around a group table. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it was noisy.
What's 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 and 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 met officially?
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 a little raised. When he had 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 in a serious manner.
It was obvious that Yanagi Billus wasn't a gentle and serious young man.
How interesting.
Prince Ren leaned on the table and waited for his food. He felt that his trip to Yitiao Street to eat was meaningful.
A few days later, Prince Ren saw Yanagi at school.
Those who returned to school early were working so late for the Student Union's preparations for the start of school.
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 wouldn't 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. "Don't 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."
"That's not all, is it?"
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 in 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 who gave him the impression of being "unruly" and "unsociable" with a new light.
Is he someone who cares about the development of the club and is willing to pay any price to poach … Forget it, this evaluation sounds ridiculous.
"The head of the tennis club is Yukimura Kun, right?" he asked.
Prince Ren nodded.
"What about the vice head?
Sanada? "
"You know him well."
"Sounds good." Yanagi said politely.
Prince Ren's eyes lit up. "Then, do you want to come and watch us practice tomorrow?
Maybe you'll find it interesting. "
Once again, Liu Sheng wondered if he had made a mistake in his judgment.
Is this guy really just concerned about the development of the club and is a warm-hearted good person?
A few days later, he scolded himself for coming to such a conclusion (or rather, for thinking such an evaluation).
On the first day of school, he was interrupted by a first-year student at the Student Union office for the first time …
"Isn't it interesting?
That Imp. "Prince Ren said.
Yanagi sat by the window. He was helpless against this overly familiar guy who came from the next class after class.
"Is pranking something interesting for Prince Ren?"
"Lord Yanagi doesn't agree with me?"
Prince Ren looked at Yanagi's eyes, which couldn't be seen clearly under the lenses.
He didn't think he was wrong.
This guy wasn't the gentle and gentlemanly person he appeared to be.
Even if he smiled elegantly, he gave off a cold feeling.
He was only thirteen years old, but he was already arrogant. How could he be easy to deal with?
"Why is Prince Ren so insistent on me joining the tennis club?"
This was also a difficult question to answer.
The correct answer, to be honest, was probably intuition.
Although it would definitely be taken as a lie.
"I'm just helping." Prince Ren laughed.
This sentence sounded even more untrue.
If he really wanted to persuade someone, it would be Yanagi. Perhaps it would be more effective to let Sanada do it.
It wasn't that Prince Ren didn't know this. It was just that he didn't tell Sanada that he wanted to invite Yanagi. Yukimura had a rough idea.
I'm looking for a partner for myself. I don't want Sanada's help.
Prince Ren thought. He tilted his head and asked, "So, Lord Yanagi, can you give me an answer?"
"… If Prince Ren can't give me a more convincing reason, I won't agree," Yanagi said.
He smiled faintly, revealing some of the coldness in his bones.
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and stood up when the bell rang.
The student whose seat was occupied by him squeezed pitifully with the person next to him.
"I got it, puri ~" Prince Ren waved at Yanagi and thought about the so-called "more convincing" method.
He knew that Yanagi was probably confirming his purpose and determination.
But he wasn't worried at all.
In his dream, he was born by Kazuyanagi. He was clearly the "number one doubles player."
Speaking of which, was he having a precognitive dream?
No, no, no, if it was a precognitive dream …