"I'm not late, am I?" Prince Ren carried the tennis bag and walked to Yukimura, who was waiting for him at the entrance of the club office.
The door of the club office was closed, but Yukimura had the key in his hand.
He opened the door of the club and stepped aside with a smile. "No, come in."
Prince Ren breathed a sigh of relief.
He was obsessed with Motomaru's finances the night before and did application questions all night long. For example, "Let's say that Motomaru sends out two troops every day, and one expedition team brings back a certain amount of resources. However, the amount of resources needed for sword repair is XX, the amount of resources needed for daily sword forging is XX, and the amount of money needed for other daily necessities is XX. Then, how many resources would be left and how much money would be spent in a day?
How many resources and wages would be left after a month of the Government of the Time's allocation? "
His heart was about to turn cold.
He thought that the Government of the Time was indeed a big liar. Wages?
Could this money afford to raise Motomaru?
Did he really not need to subsidize his own pocket money?
He couldn't even sleep peacefully at night.
It was rare that he didn't dream of a "future" that was close to reality. Instead, he dreamed that the numbers in his bankbook were getting smaller and smaller.
If this was also a precognitive dream …
No, it was impossible!
He only opened the bankbook to save some pocket money. He didn't have that much money in the first place!
After being restless all night, Prince Ren naturally woke up late. After waking up, he ate breakfast and began to do the application questions that he hadn't finished.
Prince Ren's attention was extremely focused when he was obsessed with mathematics. When he was almost done, he listed about a dozen pages of possible answers and looked at the time …
Wait, what time is it?!
Five o 'clock?!
What time was his appointment with Yukimura?
Half past five or six o 'clock?
It wasn't a big deal to be late, but being late when he had an appointment with Yukimura …
Prince Ren seemed to see blood-red numbers on his training list.
Fortunately, he hurried and even took a taxi. He arrived just in time.
Prince Ren breathed a sigh of relief and went to find his locker.
He had prepared two sets of exercise clothes for practice at the club office. He changed his clothes and picked up the tennis bag again.
Yukimura, who had already changed his clothes, was waiting for him at the entrance of the club office, "Do you need to do some warm-up activities?"
"Hmm …"
Yukimura smiled and shook his head.
He crossed his arms and said, "What's wrong? Didn't you want to compete with me?
So negative? "
Prince Ren followed him to the indoor tennis court. As he walked, he refuted Yukimura's words, "I'm not being negative."
"Then why did you oversleep?"
"I am —"
"You stayed up all night to play games?"
Hearing Yukimura's teasing tone, Prince Ren almost couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He thought to himself, I'm not that Hai Tou first-year student!
However, she had indeed overslept. Unable to refute, she could only remind Yukimura in a roundabout way, "You're becoming more and more long-winded."
He was really bold.
Yukimura reluctantly opened the door to the indoor tennis court.
His expression changed when he saw the tennis court.
"You have ten minutes to prepare." He pointed at the court. "I won't be merciful."
"Minister, don't look down on people too much." Prince Ren exhaled. "I don't need you to be merciful."
When he walked onto the court and took off his wrist guard, his heartbeat suddenly sped up. One beat after another, it was clear in his ears.
Compete with Yukimura?
What was he thinking a day ago?
Could he really draw a conclusion based on a game?
In other words, could he really force Yukimura to use all his strength in the game?
Prince Ren began to stretch his legs. As he stretched his legs, he wondered if he had a shadow over Yukimura.
In the first official selection of the first-year students, after completing all the games, he challenged the minister at the time and then defeated all the seniors who had already been selected for the official selection.
The person who did this was Yukimura, who was now standing opposite him on the court preparing for the game!
Prince Ren closed his eyes.
He remembered the scene at that time.
The person standing on the court, who looked slender and weak, had a layer of sweat on the muscles of his arms that were exposed outside his short sleeves, reflecting the sunlight.
And the senior standing on the court opposite him couldn't support himself and knelt on the ground.
He wasn't the first to fall. Before him, four people had already fallen.
Including the minister and deputy minister of Tachikai University at that time.
"Then, senior, is my strength enough?" He said this and smiled at the third-year student who reluctantly raised his head.
At that moment, it seemed very quiet inside and outside the court, but it also seemed very noisy.
But anyway, Prince Ren stood outside the court and heard the words he didn't expect to come from the third-year minister's mouth.
"From now on, you are the minister of the tennis department.
Yukimura, become the god of the tennis department. "
God.
What a high evaluation.
From then on, Prince Ren never saw Yukimura go all out in a game.
He didn't even go all out in a game.
The way to judge was very simple. Jacket.
From then on, no matter what game Yukimura played, he would wear a jacket, and it wouldn't even fall off.
And gradually, he regulated the rules of the tennis department and stabilized his position as the number one singles player. He even played fewer games.
Prince Ren had never been in the same group as Yukimura in the official selection matches.
Probably because of special considerations, Yukimura was always in the same group as the seniors in the first year. In the second year, he was in the same group as the other two of the Big Three.
And in the practice matches, the internal practice matches, Yukimura played the role of a supervisor more often.
His opponent was usually only Kazuyoshi Sanada.
Thinking of this, Prince Ren lowered his head and sneered. I haven't even played a game with Yukimura before?
Then why do I look like I'm traumatized by him?
This won't do, Masaharu Nioh.
After he finished stretching his tendons, he stood up and avoided the angle Yukimura might see him and stretched out his hand.
He grasped the air twice, grabbing nothing but air. Two seconds later, a transparent tennis ball appeared in his palm, gradually becoming clearer.
Prince Ren squeezed the tennis ball and let it disappear in his palm again.
The power of the new system gave him a lot of confidence.
He thought, I have Spiritual Power. Don't I have the confidence to win?
Don't you think I can't force Yukimura to show his strength?
Captain America became a great hero after being injected with the serum. It didn't make sense that he couldn't beat Yukimura with Spiritual Power.
"Are you ready?" Yukimura called him from behind.
Prince Ren exhaled. "Puri, don't underestimate me, Minister."
"No." Yukimura pointed out. "I'm looking forward to your surprise."
The result of the racquet guessing game was that Yukimura got the serve.
Prince Ren arched his back and stared at Yukimura on the opposite side, making a standard receiving posture.
Yukimura, who was still wearing his coat, served the ball very lightly, but the tennis ball quickly disappeared after leaving the frame.
The sound of the tennis ball breaking through the air came after it landed.
Prince Ren turned his head and glanced at the landing spot of the tennis ball.
The ball print was very clear.
He didn't catch the path of the ball, which fully showed how much spin there was on the ball.
The spin increased the speed and strength, and changed the path of the ball.
Yukimura, who could do this, was really impeccable in terms of technique.
Prince Ren sighed and couldn't help but clench the racket.
"The second one," Yukimura said.
He paused for a moment and threw the tennis ball lightly.
The yellow tennis ball slowly went up and soon reached the highest point, not even reaching the top of Yukimura's head.
Yukimura's racket moved from the bottom to the top, at an angle similar to picking up the ball.
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and unconsciously mobilized the spiritual power in his body.
Everything on the opposite side was magnified in front of his eyes, and then slowed down.
He hit it!
Sure enough, the ball was already spinning.
And the angle at which Xing Cun was zooming in was … vertical!
A vertical racket could give the tennis ball more spin!
King Ren's mind was barely able to build a model of the possible path of the ball.
The speed exceeded 210, and this degree of spin couldn't be in a straight line, and the possible landing range —
He stepped on the ground and ran to the most likely place he calculated.
He couldn't see the path of the ball, but the sound wasn't to the extent of delay. He just didn't react for a moment, but now that he focused and listened, the sound of the spinning tennis ball rubbing against the air faintly sounded in his ears.
It was really here!
Prince Ren hurriedly stopped.
He took big strides to maintain his balance, and his left hand slanted in an attempt to catch the ball.
But even if he was mentally prepared for the intensity of the ball's rotation, he still reflexively tightened his grip on the racket when the ball touched the racket.
It was too heavy … the force was directed outward!
No, he couldn't let the tennis racket fall out of his hand!
Prince Ren gritted his teeth and held on for a while, and the strong rotation of the tennis ball gave him a Yitiao escape route.
It brushed past Prince Ren's racket, drew an arc, and fell to the ground.
Prince Ren's racket was slanted a little too far, and he couldn't save it in time, so he could only watch it fall to the ground.
"Good reaction," Yukimura commented.
Prince Ren frowned slightly, and he looked up at Yukimura opposite him, "I'm not here to play a coaching game."
"Then try harder."
Yukimura said with a smile, "Of course, even if you can only maintain this level, it shouldn't be 6-0."
Who wanted to be beaten 6-0?
Prince Ren adjusted his breathing.
Yukimura's words were really infuriating.
Usually, he was the one who said arrogant words, so he couldn't understand his opponent's distorted expression.
But now, from a different perspective … Wow, this way of speaking was really asking for a beating.
Even Yukimura …
"Again." Prince Ren lowered his body again.
The third ball was the same technique.
Prince Ren saw it more clearly this time.
In front of him, Yukimura's body was also flowing with "Ki".
It was different from all the other people he had seen before.
The thickness was similar to Sanada's, but the transparency was completely different, almost like a layer of white plating.
And there was a halo on top of his head, wasn't this a key ring?
Prince Ren thought.
The halo was so bright that Prince Ren's vision was almost obscured. Fortunately, he remembered the technique of using Spiritual Power that he had been urgently training for the past two days. Otherwise, forget about catching the ball, he wouldn't even want to look at Yukimura.
While he was adjusting his Spiritual Power, he lost two more balls, allowing Yukimura to ace the first serve.
After the third ball, Yukimura didn't receive the resistance he expected.
He reminded him as he switched courts, "Did you give up resisting?"
"… What nonsense are you talking about?" Prince Ren was still frowning.
"I thought you gave up resisting." Yukimura smiled and moved his racket. "If you don't want me to look down on you, this won't do."
"I know." Prince Ren responded and bent down to pick up the tennis ball on the ground.
When he got up, he took a deep breath and adjusted the Spiritual Power in his body.
Transferring Spiritual Power too quickly made him dizzy for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
A large amount of Spiritual Power covered his body and flowed.
Gradually, within a few seconds, it released some kind of light that everyone could see.
Yukimura showed a surprised expression.
He paid attention to the circle of light flowing on Prince Ren's body for a while and raised his eyebrows. "A state of selflessness?"
He glanced at Prince Ren's eyes and knew that Prince Ren hadn't lost his consciousness.
But this light wasn't concentrated on his left hand, nor was it concentrated on any part of his body.
If it wasn't a simple state of selflessness, then it might be a limit that could be adjusted at will, or the limit of Spiritual Power.
Which one was it?