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At this time, his parents haven't gotten off work yet,
His younger brother, who is obsessed with basketball, is still training,
His sister, who is approaching the college entrance examination, is still making up lessons,
Prince Ren already knew that there would be no one at home.
But he was forced to form the habit of greeting since he was a child — his always gentle mother was particularly persistent on this point,
Or rather, she was particularly persistent on etiquette between family members.
That's right,
People should indeed form good habits in language, and they should also think twice before they speak.
After experiencing the "conversation" with Yukimura on the bus, Prince Ren had a deeper understanding of this truth.
He wondered, why did I mention the Phoenix of the Equality House?
How does this help him explain his experience?
Even if I mention the Phoenix of the Equality House,
Why do I have to make an association?
"But they do look alike." Prince Ren said to himself, "They are both overbearing and have disheveled hair,
They like to wear headbands,
And they are the head of a department. "
After complaining, Prince Ren took his tennis bag into the living room and finished the second half of his sentence, "Of course, Yukimura is still quite gentle.
The Equality House is... Yes,
You have to call him Senior.
The Equality House Senior is much more self-righteous. "
What was even more terrifying was that..,
He obviously had the capital to be self-righteous.
Prince Ren reflected on the stupid things he did today, put the tennis bag back in his room, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
There was a post-it note on the refrigerator that said "To,
Masuharu: The relevant information about your part-time job is on the coffee table,
The milk pudding on the second floor is a snack. "
Prince Ren opened the refrigerator and found his milk pudding.
He took the pudding and found the so-called "information" on the coffee table. He glanced at the large "Government of the Time Brochure."
He found two packets of soda biscuits under the coffee table. Then he took the biscuits, pudding, and information back to his room.
The pudding was cold in his hand,
Making Prince Ren, who was hot all over, sigh comfortably.
He opened the window and turned on the fan,
Then he sat at the desk and opened the "Brochure."
The first Yitiao,
The Government of the Time had a systematic method of cultivating spiritual power.
They also had a good environment to train their Spiritual Energy, provided lodging ("Honmaru"), provided food ("Fu Zakami knows how to cook"), had a stable schedule ("Scientifically arrange the daily classes of each stage"), and gave the Divine Inquisitors who signed the contract a high salary ("Part of it is resources, part of it is funds").
Secondly, Fu Sang Shen would become the Divine Inquisitor's partner and protect the Divine Inquisitor. Therefore, the Divine Inquisitor's safety was very high among the Psionicists. (Prince Ren: So Psionicists can still do other things?)
Third, the term of the contract is five years. After five years, the contract can be renewed.
Regardless of whether it was within the five-year term or when the contract was renewed, they could negotiate with the Government of the Time to change the contract. The power of the Divine Inquisitor would determine the treatment.
The fourth rule …
Prince Ren flipped through the brochure twice.
The most basic questions were all answered on this page.
This was almost a detailed "promotional brochure", not much different from the "promotional brochures" in schools. Moreover, it looked very similar to enrolling in a school.
They even promised to provide a "beginner's guide."
If the treatment was so good, why were they so "hungry" to recruit people?
Prince Ren kept feeling that something was wrong.
But he had no other choice now.
He was in a hurry, and his intuition told him to make a decision quickly.
And the witch at the shrine also told him, both overtly and covertly, that the Government of the Time was trustworthy.
And this was indeed more within reach than the Dojo Gate he had heard of.
As for the Equality House … Yes, the Equality House's Phoenix Hall was very famous, but it sounded like it had a very high status in the Equality House. (He was called the Phoenix of the Equality House!
It was only one word away from being famous!)
The Phoenix Hall's people were too annoying.
Prince Ren opened the packaging of the soda biscuits and thought to himself, "Should I just go with this?
No, no, no, one has to think twice. The price of a moment of impulse is too great. "
He put down the brochure.
That night, he had a dream again. It had been a long time.
After entering the national tournament, he rarely had dreams. Even if he did, they were mostly unimportant things, such as him and his familiar friends doing familiar training in a familiar stadium (at most, the training volume increased by a lot).
But tonight, he had another dream where "Yukimura is sick and hospitalized, and the success rate is only 30%."
And this time, the dream didn't stop.
He dreamed that Yukimura finally survived the surgery, completed the rehabilitation, and walked onto the national tournament field under the doctor's warning that "there is a possibility of a relapse."
And then he lost to a short person wearing a blue and white team uniform.
Why was it Seikyo again?!
One time wasn't enough, the Kanto Tournament wasn't enough, and the national tournament was still Seikyo?!
Forget about the amnesia, what's with the Seamless Limit?!
Just because his surname was Echizen, he could use Echizen Minami Jiro's tricks as he pleased?!
Prince Ren was in great pain.
He was in great pain.
These things that he shouldn't have experienced flashed through his mind, and the feeling of being a "bystander" seemed to have been taken away.
His emotions accumulated, including his own failure and the team's failure, all accumulated together.
His spirit was already very tired, but his dream forced him to stay, reliving the feeling of failure over and over again.
In Prince Ren's thirteen years of life, he rarely experienced failure.
He couldn't be said to be favored by the heavens, but he did grow up in a doting environment. His appearance and intelligence were outstanding.
And in tennis, a "game" that made his desire to win unprecedentedly high, his ability was also very good.
He entered Tachikai University, joined the tennis club, and found a place in the tennis team of this top-ranked school.
He was indispensable.
And now, he was struggling in his dream. The pain of being defeated was so real that it screamed in every cell of his body. And in front of him was Yukimura on the court.
In his eyes, the man who was almost omnipotent (at least in tennis) showed a very real expression of pain and sadness.
He was clearly outside the court, and at such a distance, he couldn't see the expression on Yukimura's face clearly.
But this was a dream.
Prince Ren thought that even if it was a dream, Yukimura losing was too ridiculous.
He didn't have a fever when he woke up this time, but he was still tired, and he felt that he had nothing to live for in life.
In the past, when he read novels or watched TV, he didn't know what kind of state he was in when he heard the words "having nothing to live for," but now he really understood. So this was what it meant to have nothing to live for.
If the future was really like this, it would be too cruel.
No, not to himself.
For "Masaharu Nioh," losing a match might be a good thing.
Prince Ren knew that he was stubborn and self-righteous. Being hit before he took a detour was definitely not a bad thing.
But for Yukimura, such a future was too cruel.
He thought he knew how Yukimura looked at tennis and the tennis club.
That person who looked weak on the outside but was domineering on the inside had a frightening sense of responsibility and concentration for the tennis club.
And tennis.
He remembered the way Yukimura looked at the racket in his dream.
It turns out … it turns out … a person can be so stubborn about something to this extent.
Oh.
So tired.
Prince Ren thought that this was how it felt to be a "chosen child."
He suddenly had a sense of mission.
After being in a daze for a long time in bed and missing breakfast, Prince Ren finally got up.
Of course, he missed breakfast.
His family went out. His parents went to work. His sister continued with her tutoring. His brother continued with his training.
Thinking like this, do I have too much free time?
Prince Ren glanced at the racket leaning against the corner of the wall.
When he was about to change his clothes and do his daily practice, he remembered the "Government of the Time Brochure" that was still on the desk.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he trotted over and turned the brochure to the last page.
He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Beep, beep, beep – click."
The moment the call connected, Prince Ren's vision went black.
He felt like he was thrown into a washing machine and rolled around a few times. The dizziness made him close his eyes.
He felt the wind in a weightlessness similar to when he fell to the ground.
There was also Spiritual Power. He had never been able to fully control or capture Spiritual Power.
He opened his eyes.
"Hello, I am your novice guide, Fox's Aid.
Dear Divine Inquisitor, are you willing to sign a contract with the Government of the Time to complete the Divine Inquisitor's mission? "
There was a lawn in front of him, something like a backyard behind a building.
And he did see a building at the end of the lawn that was all white and didn't even have a window.
The one who spoke to him was the red fox he saw in his dream, fluffy and charmingly naive.
Prince Ren blinked and opened the brochure in his hand (yes, it was still in his hand).
"… Sign a contract?
A novice guide? "he asked.
Fox's Aid's big eyes blinked like a program: "I am your novice guide."
Prince Ren: "…"
In less than two minutes, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man trotted out of the building.
With an expression that was no different from that of an ordinary office worker, he told King Ren about the duties and regulations of the government of time. He also said that "a divine inquisitor like you who is in history is very precious" and "that's why you can get the treatment of an A-level divine inquisitor."
It sounded like a person who was spotted by a talent scout on the street and was ready to debut as soon as he entered the company and got an A-list. It sounded very unreliable.
Prince Ren almost entered an entertainment company when he was in elementary school, so he knew this routine.
At that time, he threw a big tantrum, so much so that he was very careless. His sister, who secretly sent his resume through a magazine, was shocked.
But Prince Ren wouldn't throw a tantrum now, because this was his choice.
He also felt that this place was unreliable, but he still came.
Prince Ren looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him: "Can I train my spiritual power here?"
"You will go through Fox's Aid later, ah, that's it."
The middle-aged man pointed at the red fox: "Fox's Aid will help you complete the novice guide and related teaching of the Divine Inquisitor, and after signing the contract, you will have a 'Honmaru', which is bound to a 'communicator'. The communicator has the Divine Inquisitor forum, where you can ask any questions, and there will be senior Divine Inquisitors to answer them.
As for the learning method of spiritual power, yes, you can train your spiritual power step by step during the course of your daily lessons. "
Prince Ren: I still feel that something isn't clear.
He saw that the middle-aged man wouldn't say anything more, so he nodded.
Before signing the contract, he still had a skeptical attitude, but after signing the contract, he was relieved.
This wasn't an ordinary contract, but a contract with spiritual power, which was just a paper contract.
King Ren was able to feel the power that affected his soul, which made him feel relieved.
Five years.
I'm thirteen years old this year, a second year junior high school student, and I'll only graduate high school in five years.
It won't affect my real job prospects at all.
Prince Ren calculated once, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.
When he finished signing the contract, Fox's Aid, who had been following him, had its eyes lit up.
It seemed like it finally had a soul.
After having a soul, Prince Ren finally felt that it was similar to the fox he saw in his dream.
"Come with me." Fox's Aid led Prince Ren outside. "What should I call you?"
"My name is …"
"Don't say your real name."
Fox's Aid reminded, "The name is the shortest curse, the inquisitor who says his real name is likely to be 'hidden', you should give yourself a codename."
The name is the shortest … curse?
Then what should I give myself a codename?
Deceiver?
… No, no, no, this kind of disgusting name, it's okay if others call me that, but how can I admit it?
What about magician?
Magician?
Prince Ren's face was serious, he felt that this was his biggest test today.
His heart was about to turn cold.
He thought that the Government of the Time was really a big liar. Salary?
Can this money support a Moemaru?
Does 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, but he dreamed that the number in his bankbook was getting smaller and smaller.
If this was also a precognitive dream …
No, it's 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 for the whole night, Prince Ren naturally got up late. After getting up, he ate breakfast and began to do the unfinished application questions.
Prince Ren's attention was incomparably focused when he was addicted to 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 did he have an appointment with Yukimura?
Half past five or six o 'clock?
Being late wasn't a big deal, but being late when he had an appointment with Yukimura …
Prince Ren seemed to see the blood-red numbers on his training list.
Fortunately, he hurried and even took a taxi, he just arrived at the right time.
Prince Ren breathed a sigh of relief and went to find his locker.
There were two sets of training clothes prepared by the club. He changed his clothes and picked up the tennis bag again.
Yukimura, who had already changed his clothes, was waiting for him at the door of the club office, "Do you need to do some warm-up exercises?"
"Mhmm …"
Yukimura smiled and shook his head.
He crossed his arms, "What, didn't you take the initiative to compete with me?
Why are you so negative? "
Prince Ren followed him to the indoor tennis court. He refuted Yukimura's words while walking, "I'm not negative."
"Then why did you oversleep?"
"I just …"
"Stayed up late last night to play games?"
When Prince Ren heard Yukimura's teasing tone, he almost couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He thought, I'm not a freshman!
However, he did oversleep, so he couldn't refute. He could only remind Yukimura in a roundabout way, "You're getting more and more long-winded."
He's really brave.
Yukimura reluctantly opened the door of the indoor tennis court.
When he saw the tennis court, his expression changed.
"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, after completing all the games, he challenged the minister at the time and then defeated all the seniors who had been selected for the official selection.
The person who did this was Yukimura Goshi, who was now standing opposite him on the field preparing for the match!
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 sun's rays.
And the senior standing on the court opposite him couldn't hold on anymore 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 barely managed to raise 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. The 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 gripped the air twice, grasping at the 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 gently, but the tennis ball quickly disappeared after it left 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 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 of Yukimura's racket was … vertical!
A vertical racket could give the tennis ball more spin!
In King Ren's mind, a model of the possible path of the ball was built.
With a speed of more than 210, 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 being delayed. He just didn't react for a moment, but now he focused and listened. The sound of the spinning tennis ball rubbing against the air faintly sounded in his ears.
It's really here!
Prince Ren stopped in a hurry.
He took a big stride to maintain his balance and tried to catch the ball with his left hand.
But even if he was mentally prepared for the intensity of the rotation of the ball, he still reflexively held the racket when the ball touched the racket.
It's too heavy … the force is directed outward!
No, I can't let the racket fall out of my hand!
Prince Ren gritted his teeth and held on for a while, but the strong rotation of the tennis ball found a way for him to survive Yitiao.
It brushed past Prince Ren's racket and fell to the ground in an arc.
Prince Ren's racket was a little too slanted, so he couldn't help in time and could only watch it fall to the ground.
"Good reaction," Yukimura commented.
Prince Ren frowned slightly and looked up at Yukimura, "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 wants to be beaten 6: 0?
Prince Ren adjusted his breathing.
Yukimura's words were really infuriating.