This is the anti-theft badge.
Prince Ren's vacation was particularly fulfilling.
The special training schedule in spring was not staggered like in summer, where the sun was at its brightest.
Theoretically, it could be completed before dark.
But the fact was that the dozen or so people who participated in the special training could not complete all the training in the ideal time.
Even the most skillful big three (this title came from the middle school page of "Tennis Weekly") were the same.
This was originally the information they checked.
They also found a personal coach they knew (a coach who had taken lessons when he was a junior) and arranged the training list that was closest to the limit.
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 whether the training list was overworked and whether the members were physically unwell), everyone.
They all compressed their practice time.
This meant that they took less time to complete heavier training.
When tennis was practiced to a certain extent, the difference in level could not be reflected in the basic training.
But everyone's training volume was different. Different training volumes in limited time.
It 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.
When he was a junior, he also won many awards in sports. After learning tennis, he just felt that this sport was very interesting and it was good to stick to it.
It was too exaggerated to be so tired that his legs were weak and he trembled when he walked down the stairs.
Fortunately, there was more than one person who was worse than him.
For example, the red-haired boy sitting on the ground over there who could not get up.
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." He vaguely heard such a voice.
Then, the dark-skinned boy grinned.
It was especially dazzling in the dark.
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 also had a partner.
It was better to play singles.
Prince Ren looked down at his tennis bag.
He checked the racket and personal belongings inside.
He zipped it up.
He went to the club office to take a shower and change into clean clothes.
After winning the National League, the tennis department had a lot more equipment, including some rackets and balls for public use.
There was even a fully automatic washing machine in the office.
Prince Ren threw the sweatshirt with his name on it inside.
Seeing that it was full, he pressed the start button.
He walked out of the club office.
He began to think about how much more training he needed to do if he wanted to play solo.
On the current training list, he still couldn't complete all the additional items, especially the fitness and strength training in the additional items.
This was his weakness, and there was no way he could achieve 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 was there?
Also, at the very least, he had to be able to defeat the people in the main team.
Those three students of the same grade …
It was still necessary to have a goal. A long-term goal could be set further away.
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?
Prince Ren thought about it, and his footsteps became slower and slower.
The content of his dreams was getting stranger and stranger.
It wasn't the kind of strangeness that was bizarre, but strangeness that always revolved around the things around him.
Even eight out of ten days, he was holding a tennis racket in his dreams.
Do I like tennis that much?
Prince Ren didn't quite believe it himself.
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 if you saw it? "
"… I want barbecue sushi from Mujifen."
"Hey, you know I'm in Tokyo?
But Mujifen is too far away, and I have to wait in line. "
"If you're going to buy Wagyu, you'll definitely pass by that street. Wagyu also has to wait in line. You and Ya can also wait in line 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 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 just wanted to train myself. Do I feel tired after walking for so long?
He struggled for five minutes, took out some 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 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, who was also older than him. He was sitting with those familiar faces, wearing familiar sportswear, sitting around a group table. He couldn't hear what they were talking about. It was just a noisy scene.
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 shallow, 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 met officially?
Prince Ren looked at Yanagi seriously.
He found that Yanagi's eyes, which were always covered by the rimmed glasses, had a beautiful outline. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and when he put on 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 with a serious face.
It was obvious that Yanagi Billus was not 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 for him 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 to prepare for the start of the school term for the Student Union.
Prince Ren walked two steps faster to hide his weak legs.
He patted Yanagi's shoulder from behind and straightened his back so that the two of them would not have a height difference. "Puri ~"
"… Hello?"
"What a coincidence," said Prince Ren.
"… 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 department?" He thought of his colleagues in the disciplinary department.
Prince Ren nodded.
He naturally walked beside Yanagi. "Don't 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 seniors left the club, the members of the golf club no longer meet the requirements of the club."
"It's not just that, right?"
Prince Ren smiled and turned his head. There was a bit of excitement and malice in his tone. "The golf course is going to be demolished, right?
I saw the construction team going that way. "