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Prince Ren got the position of the main team.
They got the main team together,
Of course, there were the three tycoons in the same year.
And Marui.
Kuwabara was a little short,
Yanagi and Jiyuan still needed to be honed.
"If no third-year student can get the main team, it will be too embarrassing," the third-year senior who eliminated Kuwabara said.
The third-year student next to him who had also entered the main team unceremoniously said, "Even if we go down, there's still Mōri."
"… He doesn't even come to the training!"
"He does, but he occasionally skips training."
"Hey!"
"Okay, okay,
I won't say anymore. "
Prince Ren did not participate in the discussion about Mōri.
Originally, he could openly feel that he and Mao Li, this senior, would not have a connection at all.
But his dream told him that was not the case.
And Prince Ren was not a person who would believe in dreams.
But..
That day..,
It was really the zero slice.
He had only seen it in his dream, and he inexplicably felt that he could play this ball in the future,
So he gave it a try — if he failed, he could still win the match point.
But he did not expect..,
He almost succeeded.
Was this telling him..,
This world was not so scientific,
And dreams could really predict the future?
Prince Ren felt that it was better to believe that dreams were projections of parallel worlds.
Science was the first productive force,
The theory of parallel space-time in physics would be proven sooner or later.
He turned a corner and walked to the innermost tennis court.
In the court..,
The daily practice match was coming to an end.
The bespectacled man had shed his usual refined appearance.
When he held the racket in his hand, he finally had the spirit of someone who could do it.
Prince Ren felt inexplicably gratified.
After feeling gratified, he felt a little stupid.
Yukimura walked over from the side. "Are you done with your practice?"
"No," Prince Ren said.
Yukimura choked for a moment when he was so direct.
He turned his head to look at the person with his back bowed,
There was also a sense of indifference in the way he looked at the field.
"When do you plan to start practicing doubles in Kazuyanagi?" he asked.
Prince Ren nodded. "During the Kanto Competition?"
It sounded very uncertain.
Yukimura shook his head helplessly. "You should pay more attention to him."
"Don't I care about him enough?" Prince Ren pretended to feel wronged.
"I come to watch him compete every day."
"And then every day after he's defeated by Sanada, you'll verbally attack him?"
"No, no, no.
I was clearly encouraging him. "
Yukimura's encouragement sounded like mockery.
"You've overplayed your hand.
Be careful not to anger Yanagi, "Yukimura said.
"I don't think so." Prince Ren licked his lips.
I don't think that's necessary at all.
Yukimura thought.
He felt that the way Yanagi looked at Prince Ren had changed.
After all, it was fine to just watch the show for a day.
Every day, he would make sarcastic remarks.
No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't stand it.
Of course, he understood what Prince Ren meant. He wanted to "encourage" Yanagi from the inside out.
He also understood King Ren's intention to postpone the doubles practice.
Before Yanagi's individual skills were stable, he should improve his individual ability first.
He even knew that Sanada played Kazuyanagi every day because of Prince Ren's contribution (although Sanada was probably just not convinced).
Forget it, he thought.
I'm just an ordinary tennis department head.
I'm not a nanny.
I'm not in charge of counseling the members.
… Hmm, why don't we talk more?
Yanagi was defeated by Sanada again.
Ever since he joined the tennis club, he had been playing a practice match every day. He had lost dozens of times.
Sanada was indeed the most suitable opponent for him.
His basic skills were solid, and his moves leaned towards the basics instead of overly flashy (Prince Ren: My moves are not flashy) techniques. He had a certain amount of pressure.
Yanagawa Yukimura was certainly strong, but whether it was tennis or mental strength, they were not suitable for a "beginner" who was rapidly improving.
The remaining people who could defeat him, like Mōri senpai and Prince Ren, were not technically suitable.
They were not the same type of players. They could even be said to be completely different.
What about more?
There was no way to pressure him.
I guess this is a special treatment. Even Jiyuan doesn't have the opportunity to play every day.
Yanagi straightened his back, panting as he thought.
His palms were sweaty, and his body was filled with a mixture of exhaustion and burning excitement. It was hard to describe.
He walked to the sidelines and listened to Liu summarize what he needed to improve.
After Yanagawa Yukimura finished a round, Prince Ren also came over as a routine.
Yanagi stared at his swaying white hair. He thought, I'm getting so much attention. Is it because I'm special, or is it because Prince Ren is special?
"… Hey, Yanagi?"
Yanagi came back to his senses.
He looked at the hand that suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped it down, "What's the matter?"
"… I thought you were distracted."
"I really wasn't listening to you, Prince Ren." Yanagi adjusted his glasses.
Prince Ren was speechless.
The Kanagawa Prefectural Tournament was not difficult for Tachikai University.
Fourteen consecutive championships in the Kanto Tournament weren't just for show. Tachikai University's tennis department had never been weak.
"We're just at a disadvantage."
One of the three third-year students on the team was lecturing the juniors, "Without a coach, we can only arrange our own training schedule, supervise, and manage our own internal affairs. It's too tiring."
Another senior who always argued with him said, "Indeed, Liu is very tired. Yukimura and Sanada are also working hard.
As for you … What did you do? "
"Yitiao Ryuji!"
"I'm here, don't shout." The third-year student who was called by his full name lazily replied.
It was rare that Yukimura and Sanada weren't here.
They went to participate in the Kanto Tournament lottery.
Without the head and vice head, Liu went to supervise the practice of the other members. The main team and reserve team members were "released."
Although practice had to be completed, it didn't hurt to take a break in the middle.
There were many unfamiliar faces in the main team and reserve team, so the third-year students naturally began to talk about the history of the tournament.
Correction, it wasn't "the third-year students."
Yitiao Ryuji looked left and right, and sure enough, Mōri wasn't here.
He sighed and looked at the second-year students who just joined the tennis club, and then looked at the first-year students who were treated differently by the "leaders."
He thought that even if they couldn't squeeze into the main team, they would at least be able to get into the reserve team.
He didn't expect that there would be another amazing newcomer.
He didn't know what to feel, but looking at the other "colleague" who didn't have a sense of crisis, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
As a third-year student in the same situation, he wasn't as good as Mōri, who was able to keep his position in the main team even if he skipped training. Did this guy have a sense of crisis?
His complaints weren't too serious. After all, most of the third-year students who were still in the tennis club were good-tempered and open-minded people.
The outside world had different attitudes towards Tachikai University's "strength above all."
A year ago, the two first-year students were in charge of the tennis club, which caused a lot of controversy.
In fact, at that time, the atmosphere at Tachikai University wasn't as good as the optimistic people thought, but it wasn't that bad either.
The seniors who were defeated, even if they were dissatisfied, they still completed the handover step by step.
But it was impossible for them to be friendly.
The second-year students who were in between the third-year and first-year students were more or less affected by the situation at that time.
The more short-tempered and sensitive ones couldn't stand it and left the tennis club.
The rest of the people were either very open-minded or very gentle.
As for Mōri ….
Mao Li, who had transferred to the tennis club midway through, was not only strong, but he also had the halo of being one of the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's geniuses. He was different from them, who were struggling on the edge of being selected.
What about him?
After Yitiao looked back at his peers, he thought of himself.
He didn't fit the characteristics of "open-minded" or "gentle".
But first of all, he couldn't help but worry about his particularly open-minded friend. Second of all, he had to admit that his former first-year students had a unique charm.
Some people were born to guide others. You could slander them, but you couldn't deny their brilliance.
"Seto." He called out to his friend, who didn't seem out of place in the group of juniors. "Let's go and practice."
"Eh?
I haven't finished talking yet. "
"Do you want to run laps?
They should be done with the first stage of their training.
When Liu comes over …. "
"Ah!" Seto jumped up.
He picked up his racket and put his hands on his hips. He was half depressed and half puzzled. "Really, Sanada is fine, but even Liu …."
"What's wrong with me?"
Seto was startled by Liu's sudden appearance.
He looked around and discovered that while he was hesitating, the juniors who were chatting with him all stood up with their racket in hand.
They even had an expression that said, "We're just taking a break. We'll start practicing right away."
"… Hey …."
Yitiao walked over and knocked him on the back of his head with his racket. "Let's go."
"… Oh!"
What a fool.
Yitiao thought to himself.
After taking two steps, he turned around and said, "Ren Wang.
Let's do it together. "
“puri.”
Whether it was the instruction of the seniors who had graduated or Yukimura's request ….
Yitiao looked at the seemingly well-behaved (in fact, not at all) first-year student who had a reputation (not a good reputation).
He said helplessly, "Do you plan to do the doubles training alone?"
"Senior, do you dislike me?"
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and raised his head. "That can't be helped. Senior will also partner with me in the competition."
"Training soldiers, I understand."
The fixed pairings in the team may not necessarily appear in the competition, especially in the county competition and the Kanto competition.
The county competition had already been "drawn." In the Kanto competition, it would still be used to train the soldiers before the finals.
It was really amazing. It almost squeezed out everyone's potential.
However, it also allowed the seniors to play their only role.
Yukimura, this person ….