This is the anti-theft badge
He had clearly dreamt of it,
But he had forgotten most of it when he woke up.
But since he had forgotten, why did he have to remember it after he had really done it?
Following the footsteps of others,
Was really disgusting.
Prince Ren almost couldn't suppress the low pressure.
Fortunately, Yanagi's current expression was too obvious,
That shocked expression made Prince Ren feel a little better.
At least I'm not under the guidance of others,
Saying lines like a marionette?
I did think so, and I also had a plan to do so.
If there was a similarity..
It couldn't be a pure coincidence.
So what exactly did his dream represent?
Prince Ren finally made up his mind to figure this out.
He turned his head and overturned his previous plan,
Run to Yukimura and tell him that I've tricked Yanagi into the tennis club. I'll leave him to you.
Yukimura: That's your partner, thank you?
Prince Ren: Puri,
That's also your club member,
He's also the future main team.
Yukimura said that you really have high hopes for him.
Yanagi's first club job,
Started with a practice match.
"If your level isn't good enough, you can swing it with the new student," Liu said with a notebook in his hand.
Sanada frowned slightly,
The expression probably meant that the new student naturally had to start with the basic training.
But Kazuyanagi Yukimura thought that,
If Yanagi's level had reached a certain level, it would be more efficient to start a new stage of practice directly.
Yanagi wasn't the simple-minded freshman who sent them a challenge letter full of typos,
He needed to sharpen his temper.
Kazuyanagi Yukimura believed in Prince Ren's judgment.
Even though Prince Ren kept saying that he didn't know if Yanagi knew how to play tennis,
They felt that there was no need to take Prince Ren's words as the truth in this matter.
That must be an excuse.
Prince Ren: Aggrieved.
He didn't know how to play now, but he would in the future,
He was very powerful.
He carried his racket onto the court and decided to teach his future partner a lesson of love.
Whether he loved her or not was another matter.
The education was indeed very profound.
The teenager, who appeared particularly "annoying" on the field, showed obvious arrogance in both his expression and demeanor.
His swings were even more forceful than when he was practicing.
He won without hesitation.
With an indescribable expression, he said to Yanagi, "I'm waiting for you to catch up with me, Lord Yanagi."
"You're like a peacock looking for a mate," Marui ridiculed.
Prince Ren glanced at him.
With a sneer, he turned around and left.
"Hey." Marui crossed his arms and turned around.
"Jack.
Let's go practice too. "
"Ah, yes!"
In less than two weeks, it would be the Li Hai University Tennis Department's official selection match for the new year.
Everyone could participate, including the first-year students.
He was Yukimura, who defeated the third-year seniors in his freshman year and became the head of the department. He stood at the front of the team and put on his coat. "I'm looking forward to you standing in front of me, challenging me, and defeating me."
His tone was not heavy, but it was powerful.
He was only standing one step higher, but he seemed to be standing on the other side of the sky.
Prince Ren raised his head slightly and looked at him. Unconsciously, he clenched his fists.
He wanted to win.
He wanted to surpass the few mountains in front of him.
It was too difficult, but it was not impossible.
Then he would set a small goal first.
For example —
(Earn 100 million from him) Enter the official selection.
"Competitors …" Prince Ren stood in front of the match list and raised his head to count them one by one.
Yukimura, Sanada, Liu, and a few seniors …
Marui: And this genius me!
When he was counting his opponents, Yanagi quietly walked to his side. When Prince Ren was almost done, he suddenly said, "Prince Ren."
"Puri ~" Prince Ren blinked and turned his head. "Yanagi."
Yanagi walked over, his expression unchanged.
After the first day of the competition, Yanagi did not have any further contact with Prince Ren.
He got the training list from Kazuyanagi Yukimura and received the treatment of Sanada's personal supervision.
"Although Prince Ren did not make a request in person, 'special training' is still necessary." The person who had always been serious said so.
Yanagi was grateful for this, but at the same time, he was also a little resentful.
The target of his resentment was, of course, someone who was standing next to him.
In fact, this resentment had accumulated to a certain extent, even deeper than Sanada's. These days, a certain "overly serious" colleague from the Disciplinary Department often asked him to play practice matches, and every time, the result was very one-sided.
But Yanagi still thought that the match with Prince Ren was more exciting.
They had clearly said that they were "comrades," but they were so quick to cast him aside …
"I thought I would be in the same group as you in the official selection," he said.
Prince Ren tapped on the match list. "You are in the same group as Kazuyanagi.
That group also has Mōri -senpai. "
Mōri Susaburo.
Yanagi heard the fluctuation in Prince Ren's emotions when he said this name.
He was a little confused. "I don't think I've seen Mōri -senpai during practice."
He did receive special treatment. He did not participate in the unified training of the other first-year students, but practiced with the second-year and third-year students. Kazuyanagi Yukimura even gave him a lot of training programs that were only available to the official and reserve players.
Prince Ren was silent for a while. "I haven't seen him much either."
"…?"
"Senpai joined the Tennis Department after the Kanto Tournament last year. He was a transfer student.
At that time, I was just an ordinary member. "
"'Ordinary' …?"
Prince Ren did not care about the suspicion in Yanagi's words. He continued, "Speaking of which, Mōri -senpai did not participate in the special training during the holidays."
"But you think he's very strong."
"That's because before joining the Li Hai University Tennis Department, Mōri -senpai was an official member of Shitianbao Temple." Prince Ren probably felt that his explanation was not clear enough.
But he did not want to explain to Kazuyanagi that Shitianbao Temple was a strong team in the National Tournament, and even a strong team in the Kanto Tournament. Just like Tachikai University, they had been the champion of the Kanto Tournament for many years.
"You can ask Liu."
He thought about it again and casually waved his hand. "Of course I don't know about this kind of thing."
Yanagi: "…"
He felt that it was difficult to calm down.
He looked up at the match list and found Sanada's name in Prince Ren's group.
The two people who gave him a lot of stimulation were in this group.
There were also some seniors whose names he had heard but did not have any in-depth communication with.
He did not know that during training, he asked Sanada to "teach Prince Ren a lesson" …
Forget it.
Yanagi imagined Sanada's expression and the impact this matter would have on his gentlemanly image, so he regretfully gave up on this plan.
He missed Prince Ren's complicated expression.
Prince Ren: Although I'm not familiar with Mōri -senpai, I think I've dreamt of him before?
And when I saw this name, I had the urge to wave my hand and grit my teeth … Did I really lose to Mōri -senpai in the future?
He shook his head and felt that he had been influenced.
How could he really treat the dream as an advance dream? It was too unrealistic.
King Ren had been assigned to Group B in the official selection competition.
Not only was there Sanada in this group, but there was also Jiyuan.
Apart from them, Prince Ren did not think there was anyone else he needed to pay attention to.
Of course, he did not want to fail miserably, so he analyzed every opponent he was going to play against in advance.
Of course, the main focus was Sanada.
"I really don't like that guy …" Prince Ren muttered to himself as he sat under the table lamp and looked at Sanada's information.
He turned another page and wrote something in the notebook that no one but himself could understand.
That night, he had a rare dreamless night. When he woke up, he felt it was a pity that he did not dream of the scene where he beat Sanada.
Tachikai University's official team competition was based on points within the group, not an elimination system.
This was for the sake of fairness, and also to prevent some people from having too low luck.
Of course, there was also a way to determine the groups. It was impossible to put everyone who had the ability to be in the official team into the same group. That would be too wasteful.
Prince Ren and Sanada's match was in the first round.
On the first afternoon of the official team competition, the weather was good and there were many spectators.
Most of the people who were not playing were gathered at the court.
Prince Ren was checking his racket and snorted when he saw so many people.
On the other hand, Marui nodded outside the court. Kazuyanagi said, "This match arrangement is really good."
Yanagi had only joined the tennis club for a few days, so he was curious about this scene.
He looked at the expressions of his companions and wondered if he should ask Liu in private. He and Kazuyanagi had the same interests and hobbies, so they had a good relationship.
But the people in the audience were not as calm.
"It's him!"
Looking in the direction of the voice, Hai, the first-year student, was standing not far away. He pointed at Prince Ren with an expression of realization.
Marui blew a bubble and ran over to pat Jiyuan on the shoulder, "Hey."
"Wow." Jiyuan was shocked. He turned around and complained, "Senior!"
"Sorry, sorry." Marui raised his eyebrows, "You seem to know Prince Ren?"
"Prince Ren?" Jiyuan repeated.
"The white-haired guy you pointed at just now."
"Oh, I know him!" Jiyuan looked angry, "I was late because he pointed me in the wrong direction on the first day!"
Marui thought to himself, "Sure enough, Prince Ren would do something like that."
"Is that guy very good?
Can he beat … the deputy director? "Jiyuan paused for a second before saying" deputy director ". His voice suddenly lowered.
Marui knew that this kid was still not convinced and recognized Sanada's strength.
He was so cute and naive.
Marui thought.
He glanced at the battlefield and said, "Can he beat Prince Ren? He's not weak at all."
He looked at Sanada, who had a serious expression, and then looked at Prince Ren, who had a different aura than usual. He turned around and said, "What a selfish arrangement, director."
Yukimura, who had walked into the crowd, put on a jacket, and smiled when he heard Marui's words.
He did not refute. Instead, he nodded, "Isn't it good?
Maybe it can solve the problem. "
"While you're at it, right?" Marui blew another bubble.
Pop.
The sound of the bubble popping matched the sound of Kazuyanagi closing his laptop.
Yukimura ignored his friend's undercurrent. Instead, he looked at the court, "It's indeed a lively competition."
"What …" Jiyuan frowned, "I don't understand anything."
Marui patted Jiyuan on the back of his head, "You'll know when you see."
"Oh." Jiyuan covered his head and stared at Marui.
He puffed out his chest and snorted, "He's going to lose to me anyway."
Their conversation was neither loud nor soft. The people who came to watch the competition could only hear the gist of it.
However, the ordinary members were also looking forward to the competition.
The second and third year students knew that Sanada and Prince Ren did not get along well. They would often argue during practice. Most of the time, it was because Sanada did not like Prince Ren's attitude, and Prince Ren did not give in.
They wondered if Sanada would teach Prince Ren a lesson.
They could not help but think so.
It was easy to tell what they were thinking from their expressions. Yukimura's smile deepened, while Prince Ren lowered his head and showed a mocking expression.
"Are you ready?" The third year student who acted as the referee sat on the referee's chair.
He looked around, "Are you ready to start?"
Prince Ren walked in front of the net.
He touched the wrist guard that had removed the lead and looked at Sanada with narrowed eyes.
That prim and proper face of his really pissed her off.
It would be nice to make him change his expression, right?
No matter what, he could not let Sanada be too proud. Piyo ~
He put the racket on the ground and spun it with his fingers, "Which?"
“Rough.”
The racket fell to the ground.
Prince Ren bent down and picked up the racket, "I want the court over there."
He looked up and met Sanada's eyes. His lips curled slightly.
The wind started to blow.
Sanada, who was being stared at, was confused.
He frowned, "Prince Ren?"
"Puri." Prince Ren looked away.
Standing and waiting was really boring. Prince Ren saw that Sanada had already walked into the school to run laps.
He thought for a moment and decided to follow him. He deliberately missed Sanada by half a court. As he ran, he wondered if he should go to a shrine and ask about it.
Then, he remembered his dream last night.
It was a rare clear dream this month.
Speaking of which, although he defined the dream as an "advance", he did not actually prove whether it was a precognitive dream.
It was really difficult to define this "ability" when one lived in a materialistic world for thirteen years.
He did spend some time to finish reading "The Interpretation of Dreams", but he felt that it was all nonsense.
If it was a precognitive dream, then would Sanada and Yukimura fall out in the future?
Would Yukimura fall sick?
If it was not, then why did he dream of such an incredible plot?
What if there was a chance?
Prince Ren did not know what he was feeling.
Yukimura was a rare person that he admired. Every scene in the dream showed that his illness was not a minor illness that could be cured with some medicine.
If Yukimura could not hold a racket …
When he got in the car, he stared at Yukimura.
Yukimura, who was counting the number of people and telling them what to pay attention to, said, "… Prince Ren?"
"Mr. Ren, are you feeling unwell?"
Prince Ren deliberately chose the seat closest to Yukimura and lowered his voice, "You don't have a family history of illness, right?"
"… Are you playing a new type of scam?"
"I'm just concerned about you, Mr. Ren." Prince Ren blinked his eyes, "After all, you look so weak."
Yukimura, who was as strong as Sanada, had good stamina, and had muscles all over his body, said, "… You're the weak one."
He had always hated it when people described him like this. However, the concern in Prince Ren's words was genuine (after spending a long time with Prince Ren, he could almost feel the difference between scam and not). He could only helplessly shake his head, "Why are you asking this?
Do I look wrong? "
"I'm just concerned about you." Prince Ren repeated, "Mr. Ren, you need to sleep early and wake up early. Eat more vegetables and exercise more."
"… That's enough. Who's the one who always complains about Sanada's old man routine?"
"Mr. Ren, you're different from Sanada." Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
He was completely self-righteous.
Yukimura was speechless.
The eight of them rented a minibus and went all the way to Hakone. They then transferred to a guesthouse and drove here. The journey did not take long.
After Prince Ren "cared" for Yukimura, it did not take long for him to feel sleepy.
He still wanted to struggle to wake up or learn from his companions behind him to do some homework. However, after a while, he leaned against the car window and started to sleep.
Yukimura went to the back to discuss the schedule with Kazuyanagi. When he came back, he found Prince Ren leaning his head against the window.
The car was a little bumpy. His head kept bumping against the window, leaving a few strands of long hair at the back of his neck.
Yukimura could not help but smile.
The car from the guesthouse sent them all the way to the door of the guesthouse. The owner was waiting outside the door. He smiled and patted Liu on the shoulder, then led them inside, "Oh, summer happens to be the off-season. There are plenty of rooms."
The enthusiastic owner took them to the room and removed two pieces of cardboard at their request. They put together a large room and gathered eight sets of tatami mats and bedding. The owner's wife even brought them a fruit platter.
Marui, "… Ryo, what are you …?"
Liu knew what Marui was thinking even with his eyes closed.
He said, "I've paid for it. It's a group purchase price."
"20% off?"
"30% off." Liu extended a finger. "There's also a discount for friends and family.
There aren't many customers during this period. It's just right for us to train. "
After packing up their things and having lunch under the hospitality of the boss, Xing Cun dragged Liu and the others to the reserved venue to have a look.
The guesthouse was next to the mountain. There were several hot spring pools for two people or one person. They were considered "expensive" pools. Therefore, there was a road next to the guesthouse that went up the mountain. It was not paved with stone bricks, but the soil had been stepped into the shape of steps.
It took more than an hour to walk up the mountain. If it was a jog, it would take about 20 minutes. There were several places on the way that needed to be climbed, so artificial guardrails were installed to prevent falling.
At the top of the mountain, there was a small piece of flat land with a monument. It was said to commemorate the reform martyrs of the Meiji period.
"This place can be used for the most basic swinging practice. It can also be used for practice matches," Yukimura said. "It's just that the ground is uneven. It's not easy to control the direction of the rebound of the tennis ball."
"There's a tennis court in town too," Liu said. "If it's a practice match, it's better there.
In the short term, playing tennis on this kind of land will cause cognitive disruption for a certain period of time. "
"But this can quickly improve one's ability to read the game and control the court."
Liu was silent for a few seconds and did not refute this. "But Yukimura, this requires one to have a systematic understanding of the rotation and rebound of the tennis ball.
We have a lot of training programs. If we add this program, it'll be easy for people to be flustered. "
"Okay, you're right." Yukimura nodded. "Then it's counted as an optional program.
You and I can give it a try.
Sanada … "
"Hyun Ichiro can't do it yet," Liu reminded him.
"He's now perfecting the 'Fuurinkazan' and needs a more stable environment."
"Then the others can't do it either?"
"If Mōri senpai comes, he should be able to do it," Liu concluded. "But now, the others can't do it.
Next year, when there's a long-term improvement in strength and control, we can do this program.
And speaking of which, you can do it, but I might still … "
"Renji."
Yukimura showed a hint of resentment. "You're saying that because you want me to play the practice match alone?"
Liu coughed and pointed to the monument in the middle of the court. "You can play there."
"… It's against the law to destroy cultural relics." Yukimura thought about how all his members were so troublesome.
The group of people walked around the top of the mountain and talked about what kind of training they would do for the next week. Then they went down the mountain along another Yitiao road.
After going down the mountain, they went in the direction of the town.
It took them more than three hours to climb the mountain. At this time, it was past the training time, so they decided to walk to the town and have dinner there.
They passed by a temple on the way.
"Will there be incense in such a remote place?"
Jiyuan, who had followed them all the way up and down the mountain, was still confused by the twists and turns of the road. When he finally encountered a straight road, he regained his vitality.
He looked at the neither too big nor too small temple on the side of the road. It was clean, tidy, and well-decorated.
"This place is suitable for meditation," Marui replied casually.
Jiyuan looked at him suspiciously. "I clearly remember that monks are all crouching tigers and hidden dragons, and have different skills —"
Marui glanced at Sanada's suddenly darkened face and tried to save Jiyuan. "Wait, wait, wait, where did you see or hear about it?"
However, the naive and immature person didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he said loudly, "In the game!
The monks in the game are all long-range sorcerers. "
Long-range sorcerers?
"Shouldn't monks be melee attackers …" Prince Ren doubted the game he played.
Sanada gathered his strength and felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. He must roar!
He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and opened his mouth. "Too —"
Creak.
The sound of the door opening interrupted him.