This was the anti-theft badge.
This was originally the information that they had checked,
They also found a personal coach that they knew (a coach that they had taken lessons with when they were young) and arranged the training list that was closest to the limit.
The weights on their hands were more than 0.5kg. Their training list only had the maximum weight after calculating the bone tolerance.
And in order to supervise (observe if the training list was overdone and if 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,
The different training volume in limited time more or less reflected the level of tennis.
Before this, Prince Ren didn't think that his physical strength was bad.
He had always been good at sports, and he had won many awards in sports when he was young,
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 couldn't 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,
They had also bought some public rackets and balls, and 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 wonder if he wanted to play singles,
How much more training would he have to do.
On the current training list,
He still couldn't complete all the add-ons.
Especially the physical and strength training in the additional items.
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 posted on the refrigerator. It was written by his sister, saying that her parents were working overtime and wouldn't come back, so 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 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 yourself. "
Barbecue sushi was, of course, a midnight snack.
Prince Ren hung up the phone and sulked for a while.
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 barbecue sushi (of course, he didn't want to eat it that much, but being left alone at home, he still wanted to vent his dissatisfaction). Suddenly, he 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 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.
He looked around and suddenly found an empty seat.
And next to that empty seat …
Huh?
Yanagi Billus?
Isn't this the partner I thought highly of?
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, and a person with the same face as him, were sitting together with familiar faces, wearing familiar sportswear, sitting around a group table. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it seemed to be 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 who was not wearing 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 were not many people who had white hair and 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 had always been covered by the rimmed glasses, had a beautiful outline. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and 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 decent 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 there wouldn't be a height difference between the two of them. "Puri ~"
"… Hello?"
"What a coincidence." Prince Ren said.
"… Prince Ren."
They had a brief conversation and exchanged names during the disciplinary work, but Yanagi was obviously surprised that this seemingly unsociable person 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."
"That's not all, 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 cost 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 pay any price to poach … Forget it, this evaluation sounds ridiculous.
"The head of the tennis club is Yukimura Kun, right?" he asked.