This is the anti-theft badge.
Thinking of this, Prince Ren turned his head and glanced at Marui.
His dreams were getting more and more realistic,
Or in other words, they were getting more and more immersive.
Ever since he inexplicably learned the Zero Chop Ball in his dream, King Ren started to pay more attention to his uncontrollable dream.
He basically understood the rules of dreams now.
Seven days a week,
He would dream for at least six days, and he could remember for one or two days.
And if he had a dream that he could remember clearly,
He would be particularly listless the next day, unable to lift his spirits,
And have no strength.
It felt like he had unknowingly awakened some ability.
But Prince Ren was not happy at all.
This was not an ability that he subjectively wanted to master,
He still needed to pay a price.
Moreover, he still couldn't figure out why he was having these dreams with such obvious directives.
It could not be that he could predict the future?
If he could predict the future,
Then the price he had to pay was too little.
The so-called "future" he saw was too limited.
"Hey,
Prince Ren. "Marui blew a bubble,
"Come back to your senses."
Prince Ren nodded and raised his chin slightly,
Marui clicked his tongue and walked in the direction of the net.
Prince Ren followed behind him with his back slightly hunched.
He went to look at their opponent.
The face was very unfamiliar.
The referee next to him introduced …
The name was also very unfamiliar.
"Are you looking down on us?!"
Probably because his expression was too arrogant, Ice Emperor's people could not help but ask when they shook hands.
Prince Ren thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he simply nodded.
"You!"
"Don't get angry so quickly." Marui blew a bubble.
He retracted his hand and put it behind his head, "At least you have to see the power of this genius,
Before you can admit defeat. "
"You guy!"
There was no suspense at all about the outcome of this game.
As a result, Prince Ren finally had a reference.
I was already very strong.
Even for a tyrant like the Ice Emperor, who was in the finals of the Guandong Tournament,
Even if he was facing an opponent who was one year older than him, he could easily win the match.
This feeling was really great.
“Game
won
by
Tachikai University.
6-0！”
The referee's whistle fell.
Prince Ren walked forward from the backcourt, preparing to go to the net to do the post-match etiquette.
Marui, who was in the front, was already skipping forward.
With a smile of exultation, he said to the two "seniors" who had lost their souls, "Look.
The radiance of my genius simply illuminated the entire field.
Prince Ren was speechless.
Eh.
They returned to the preparation area. The first row of the auditorium behind them was the reserve team.
Marui directly walked to Kuwabara's side and said, "Jack, hurry up and enter the main team. The feeling of victory on the stage is really great."
Prince Ren blinked and thought, "Should I also —"
He glanced at Yanagi, and the cultured and elegant youth turned his head to avoid his gaze.
Prince Ren clicked his tongue and looked around at the remaining empty seats.
Even if the seat next to Sanada was empty, he wouldn't sit. Marui had already sat down next to Willow, which happened to be right in front of Kuwabara.
The rest of the seats …
Yitiao and Seto were about to go on stage, so their seats were empty.
Prince Ren glanced at Mōri, who was sitting expressionlessly in his seat, and thought for a moment before sitting down.
He stared at Yukimura's back, wondering when he would be able to sit in that seat.
Not long after he sat down, he suddenly felt a very obvious gaze.
Looking in the direction of the gaze, he saw a curly-haired youth in the preparation area opposite Ice Emperor. His eyes were bright, staring … staring … at Marui?
Wait, self-proclaimed geniuses can actually attract fans?
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and faintly felt unhappy.
He saw that the doubles match had reached a stalemate and began to think about his own matters.
His tennis skills were stronger than he had imagined.
Usually, there were two days a week when he couldn't muster any strength, and even training was difficult.
If he hadn't discovered that his strength had increased significantly after persevering under such circumstances, he would have gone to a temple to ask what was wrong with him.
But because of this, he had his own thoughts.
After all, since ancient times, it had been believed that dreams had power, and the power of dreams represented one's own power.
Prince Ren was actually a materialist through and through. He had never been frightened by ghosts and gods, and he had never even believed in the existence of supernatural events.
So he had his own understanding of the abnormalities of dreams.
That was also a type of power, right?
Spiritual power could be used in writing, and spiritual power could be used in writing as well?
Things drawn in comics might not necessarily be fake.
Prince Ren had also watched a few matches. More than a year ago, there was a national junior tennis tournament, and the final was between Sanada and Tezuka, who he would occasionally talk about.
In that match, didn't Tezuka use something called "Tempered to the Extreme"?
In fact, it was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, borrowing strength to fight strength.
Even if there was a light effect, it was still something that could be analyzed by physics.
So, pupina.
Prince Ren took out his weight-bearing wristbands and planned to buy a few science books, as well as some videos of Hawking's lectures.
Ah, he also wanted to buy the analysis of Freud's dreams, the original, the original.
What else was there?
He wasn't very interested in physics at first, but it was clear that physics could explain his dreams better than mathematics.
He wanted to master this power, not be controlled by it.
Prince Ren remembered that more than a month ago, when he invited Yanagi to join the department, his mood suddenly changed, and he made up his mind.
What was the first step to master this power?
First, he had to figure out what this so-called power was.
Probably because Prince Ren's expression became a lot more colorful when he was making plans, it attracted the attention of Mōri, who wasn't so focused on the match.
What was this kid thinking?
Mōri secretly curved the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was a bit interesting.
While Prince Ren was thinking about this, the doubles match also ended.
The score was 7-5, but in the end, they still won.
When Seto sat down, he heaved a huge sigh of relief. He did not regard himself as an outsider. He raised his hand and patted King Ren's shoulder. "That was close. If I had lost, I would have lost all my face."
Prince Ren, who was woken up by the pat, was speechless.
Yitiao snorted and stood up to wipe his sweat. "If you lose, don't sit down. Go to the back and stay there. It's cooler."
"What do you mean?
Don't I still have you? "
It was rare for Yitiao to be stunned, but he found that he couldn't refute it.
He rolled his eyes and walked over.
Mōri was about to go on stage, so his seat was empty.
Before Prince Ren could react, he found that the person on his left had changed, and there was another person on his right.
He was sandwiched between two seniors who had just come off the stage and were still covered in sweat.
Prince Ren: Puri, you're making me feel like a good youth who respects the old and loves the young.
If Mōri went on stage, there was no possibility of him losing.
He didn't usually come to practice, but Yukimura didn't really care either.
Prince Ren was also curious, but after watching a few matches, he knew that Mōri's level wasn't something that could be achieved without practice.
He probably felt that there wasn't much of an effect from the standard training, so he practiced by himself.
He didn't know what level the "ex-ex-minister of the Ice Emperor" was at.
At least he was much better than his current opponent, right?
Mōri didn't sweat much when he came off the stage.
He glanced at the blonde boy sitting in the preparation area, and felt that it was a pity that he couldn't fight him.
There was no way to fight "ex-ex-minister" to wash away the shame, at least against the current minister … Tsk, it was a pity that there was no chance.
The finals of the Kanto Tournament had to be played in five matches.
Tachikai had locked in the victory in advance, but they still had to finish the two singles matches.
The originally restless audience quieted down a lot after Mōri's match.
Ice Emperor's side was silent.
Lihai, on the other hand, also quieted down after the two cheers.
Yukimura had to talk about their goals every week at the pep rally. They knew too well that the Kanto Tournament wasn't their goal, but the National Tournament.
In such an atmosphere, Liu went on stage and won the fourth match.
Prince Ren was in high spirits.
He straightened his back a little.
Yitiao was a little surprised: "What did you see?"
Prince Ren shook his head: "Sanada is going to play."
"So what?
He's not going to lose. "
"But Radical 145 is also going to play." Prince Ren raised the corner of his mouth, "It's going to be very interesting."
"Even if Radical 145 is going to play, there's no chance of a comeback.
Ice Emperor should also give up. "Yitiao said.
But Mōri refuted him: "Give up?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Think about it, if Tachikai University lost four matches today, and only Sanada or Yukimura didn't play in the end, would you give up?
Radical 145 is the same kind of person as them.
Not only would you not give up … "Mōri paused.
Yitiao's face said, "Who are you? Did you take the wrong medicine today? How can you speak for Ice Emperor?"
Snap.
The sound of fingers snapping could be heard in the rather silent stadium.
Looking towards the direction of the sound, the blonde boy holding the racket strolled to the middle of the stadium. His expression was not very good, but he still slightly raised his chin to face Sanada, who was preparing on the sidelines.
"Ah, are you all mute?
Do you still need me to teach you?! "
He did not deliberately raise his voice, but his voice with a sense of pride spread across the stadium.
"Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor!"
Sparse voices sounded, getting louder and louder, and gradually converging into one voice.
Radical 145 snapped his fingers again.
As a result, the sound of support changed.
"The winner is Radical 145!
The winner is Radical 145!
The winner is Radical 145! "