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 overloaded and if the members were unwell), they had compressed their practice time.
This meant that it would take less time to complete more heavy training.
When one practiced tennis 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 young,
After learning tennis, he just felt that this sport was very interesting, and it was good to keep it up.
It was too exaggerated that he would be so tired that his legs would go weak and he would tremble when he walked down the stairs.
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.
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 here. "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 had asked him why he didn't look for the red-haired boy.
Even if they were planning 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 rackets 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 competition, the tennis department had a lot of equipment,
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 written 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.
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 stamina was poor …
Prince Ren vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He planned to order takeout. He walked 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 still wanted to vent his dissatisfaction after being left alone at home). He suddenly wanted to eat the dolphin bone ramen from the ramen shop on Yitiao street.
Go?
It's so far.
Is it worth it to walk 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 full of people. 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 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 was 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 very shallow and 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 each other?
Prince Ren looked at Yanagi seriously.
He found that Yanagi's eyes, which had been covered by the rimmed glasses, had a very beautiful outline. The corners of his eyes were a little 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 guys … 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, 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 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.
Prince Ren nodded.
"What about the vice head?
Sanada? "
"You know him very 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 good person with a good heart?
A few days later, he scolded himself for coming to such a conclusion (or rather, for thinking about 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 didn't know what to do with this guy who came over from the next class after class and was overly friendly.
"Is pranking something interesting for Prince Ren?"
"Does Lord Yanagi not agree with my opinion?"
Prince Ren looked at Yanagi's eyes, which he couldn't see clearly under the glasses.
He didn't think he would be wrong.
This guy isn't the gentleman and gentle person that he seems to be.
Even if he has an elegant smile, there's a cold feeling in his bones.
He's only 13 years old, but he's already so arrogant. How can 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.
As for the correct answer, it 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 convince someone, that person was still Yanagi. Perhaps it would be more effective to let Sanada do it.
It wasn't that Prince Ren didn't know this, but he didn't tell Sanada that he wanted to invite Yanagi. Yukimura could roughly guess.
I'm the one looking for a partner for myself. I don't want Sanada to help.
Prince Ren thought, 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 showed a very shallow smile, 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 was miserably squeezed 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 with Kazuyanagi, and 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 …
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes. If it was a precognitive dream, then it would be meaningless to follow the routine of the dream.
During the meeting, Prince Ren didn't raise any objections. When he went home and lay in bed, he dreamed that he and Marui were fighting over a cake and sprained his waist.
… No way, right?
When he woke up, he couldn't remember why he and Marui were fighting over a cake. Instead, he had some recollection of the taste of the cake.
That day, he couldn't help but go to the bakery three streets away from his home to buy a cake. He happened to be in the buy three get one free event and took a bag of cake home.
In the end, he didn't even finish a single serving.
Fortunately, his sister and mother loved desserts.
Thinking of this, Prince Ren turned his head and glanced at Marui.
His dreams were becoming more and more realistic. In other words, he was becoming more and more immersive.
After he inexplicably learned the zero chop ball in his dream, Prince Ren paid more attention to his out-of-control dreams.
He basically understood the pattern of dreams now.
There were seven days in a week, and he would dream at least six days. In the six days, he could remember one or two days clearly.
And if he had a dream that he could remember clearly, he would be particularly listless the next day. He wouldn't be able to muster up any energy or strength.
It felt like he had unknowingly awakened some kind of ability.
But Prince Ren wasn't happy at all.
This wasn't an ability that he wanted to master. He still had to pay a price.
Moreover, he still hadn't figured out why he would have these dreams that were so obviously directed.
It couldn't be that he could really predict the future.
If he could predict the future, then the price he had to pay was too low.
The so-called "future" he saw was too limited.
"Hey, Prince Ren." Marui popped a bubble. "Come back to your senses."
Prince Ren nodded and lifted his chin slightly. Marui clicked his tongue and walked towards the net.
Prince Ren followed behind him with his back slightly bent.
He went to look at their opponents.
Their faces were unfamiliar.
The referee next to them introduced them …
Their names were also unfamiliar.
"Are you looking down on us?!"
Probably because their expressions were too arrogant, the Ice Emperor's people couldn't help but ask when they shook hands.
Prince Ren thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he simply nodded his head.
"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 my prowess before you admit defeat."
"You bastard!"
There was no suspense at all about the outcome of this match.
As a result, Prince Ren finally had a reference.
I was already very strong.
Even a powerhouse like the Ice Emperor, even if he was in the finals of the Kanto Tournament, even if he was facing an opponent who was one year older than him, he could still 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 and prepared to go to the net to do the post-match etiquette.
Marui, who was in the front, had already skipped forward. He was beaming with joy as he said to the two "seniors" on the opposite side, whose faces had changed and were in a daze, "Look, the light of my genius simply illuminates the whole audience."
Prince Ren: … This line, eh.
They returned to the preparation area. The first row of the spectator seats behind them was the reserve team.
Marui walked directly to Kuwabara and said, "Jack, hurry up and enter the main team. It feels great to win on the court."
Prince Ren blinked and thought, "Should I also —"
He glanced at Yanagi. The cultured and refined youth turned his head and avoided his gaze.
Prince Ren clicked his tongue and looked left and right 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 remaining seats …
Yitiao and Seto were about to go on the court, 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 sparkling as he stared … stared … at Marui?
Wait a minute, self-proclaimed geniuses can actually attract fans?
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and faintly felt unhappy.
Seeing that the doubles match had reached a deadlock, he began to think about his own matters.
Tennis was 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 exactly 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.
Was that also a type of power?
Could spiritual power or spiritual power be used in writing?
What was drawn in comics might not be fake.
Prince Ren had also watched a few matches. More than a year ago, there was a national junior tennis league, 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 version, the original version.
What else was there?
Originally, he wasn't very interested in physics, 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 his 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 his plans, it attracted the attention of Mōri, who was sitting next to him, who was not so focused on the match.
What was this kid thinking?
Mōri faintly 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 they still won in the end.
When Seto sat down, he heaved a 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 was woken up by the pat.
Yitiao snorted and stood up to wipe his sweat. "If you lost, you don't have to sit. 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 could not refute.
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 gone off the stage and were still covered in sweat.
Prince Ren thought to himself, "Puri, you're making me feel like a good youth who respects the old and cares for 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 skill level was not something that could be achieved without practice.
He probably felt that training together wouldn't be effective, so he practiced by himself.
He didn't know how good the "Ice Emperor's ex-ex-minister" was.
At least he was much better than his current opponent, right?
When Mōri went off the stage, he didn't sweat much.