This was the anti-theft badge.
The weights on their hands were more than 0.5kg,
On their training sheets, the maximum weight was written after calculating the bone tolerance.
And in order to supervise (observe if the training sheets were overworked 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 you 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 didn't think that his physical strength was bad.
He had always been good at sports,
He had also won many awards at the sports meet when he was a child,
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 always walked with him trotted over and squatted down to massage 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 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 already 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,
He changed 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 on it. Seeing that it was full, he pressed the start button.
He walked out of the club office door,
He began to think about how much more training he needed to do if he wanted to play singles.
On the current training sheet,
He couldn't complete all the add-ons yet,
Especially the physical and strength training in the add-ons.
This was his weakness,
It couldn't be done 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 already past 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 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?
Then 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. "
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 he 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). He suddenly 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 was just thinking of giving myself more training. Do I feel tired after just walking for 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 have high hopes for?
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, and 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 and 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 it was meaningful to go to Yitiao Street to eat.
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 short conversation and exchanged names during the disciplinary work, but Yanagi was obviously surprised that this person who didn't seem to fit in with the group 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 to Yanagi's side. "Does the golf club have any special activities?
Even if it's a holiday, we can make training arrangements in advance. "
Yanagi pushed up his glasses. "The golf club … you know?"
"I've seen you on the golf course before."
"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 also 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 in 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 who gave him the impression of being "unruly" and "unsociable" with a new light.
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 deputy head?
Sanada? "