This was the anti-theft badge.
He was obsessed with Honmaru finance the night before and did application questions all night.
For example, "Suppose Honmaru sends out two troops every day.
One expedition team will bring back a certain amount of resources.
But the resources needed to repair the sword are XX, and the resources needed to forge the sword are XX.
The amount needed for the rest of the daily necessities is XX.
Then how many resources can be left and how much money can be spent in a day?
How much resources and salary will be left in a month from the Government of the Time's allocation? "
His heart was about to turn cold.
He thought that the Government of the Time was indeed a big liar. Salary?
Could this money afford to raise a Honmaru?
Did he really not need to subsidize his own pocket money?
Even his dreams at night were not stable.
It was rare that he did not dream of a "future" that was close to reality.
Instead, he dreamed that the numbers in his bankbook were getting fewer and fewer.
If this was also a precognitive dream …
No.
Impossible!
He only opened the bankbook to save some pocket money. He didn't have that much money in the first place!
He was restless for the whole night.
Prince Ren naturally got up late.
After getting up, he ate breakfast and began to do the application questions that he hadn't finished.
Prince Ren's attention was extremely focused when he was obsessed with mathematics. When he was almost done with the calculations, 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?
It wasn't a big deal to be late.
But being late when he had an appointment with Yukimura …
Prince Ren seemed to see blood-red numbers on his training list.
Fortunately, he was in a hurry.
He even took a taxi and arrived at the right time.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Prince Ren went to find his locker.
He had prepared two sets of sportswear for practice at the club office. He changed his clothes and picked up the tennis bag again.
Yukimura, who had already changed his clothes, was waiting for him at the entrance of the club office. "Do you need to do some warm-up activities?"
"Well –"
Yukimura smiled and shook his head.
He crossed his arms. "Why, didn't you take the initiative to compete with me?
Why are you so negative? "
Prince Ren followed behind him and walked in the direction of the indoor tennis court.
As he walked, he refuted Yukimura's words, "I'm not being negative."
"Then why did he oversleep?"
"I am …"
"You stayed up all night to play games?"
He listened to Yukimura's teasing tone.
Prince Ren almost couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He thought to himself, I'm not that Hai Tou first year student!
However, he did oversleep.
Unable to refute, he could only remind Yukimura in a roundabout way, "You're becoming more and more long-winded."
He was really bold.
Yukimura reluctantly opened the door to the indoor tennis court.
His expression changed when he saw the tennis court.
"You have ten minutes to prepare." He pointed at the court. "I won't be merciful."
"Director, don't look down on me." Prince Ren exhaled. "I don't need you to show me mercy."
When he walked onto the field and took off his wristband, his heartbeat suddenly sped up. Every beat could be heard clearly 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 out Yukimura's full 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 competition of the first year, after completing all the games, he challenged the director at that time and then defeated all the seniors who had already been selected for the official selection.
The person who did this was Yukimura Jingshi, who was standing opposite him and preparing for the court!
Prince Ren closed his eyes.
He remembered the scene at that time.
The person who stood on the court looked slender and weak. There was a layer of sweat on the muscles of his arms that were exposed outside his short-sleeved shirt, shining under the reflection of the sun.
And the senior standing on the court opposite him could no longer hold on and knelt on the ground.
He wasn't the first to fall. Before him, four people had already fallen.
Including the director and deputy director of Tachikai University at that time.
"Then senior, is my strength enough?" He said this and smiled at the third-year student who was barely able 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 director's mouth.
"From now on, you are the director 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. 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. When he was 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 more of the role of supervisor.
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, he stood up and reached out his hand to avoid being seen by Yukimura behind him.
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.
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 opposite him, assuming a standard receiving position.
Yukimura, who was still wearing his jacket, served the ball very gently, but the tennis ball quickly disappeared after leaving the frame.
The sound of the tennis ball breaking through the air was heard 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 capture 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, which was not even above 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 touched it!
Sure enough, the ball was already spinning.
And the angle of Xing Cun's panning was … vertical!
A vertical racket could give the tennis ball more spin!
In King Ren's mind, he had built a model of the possible path of the ball.
The speed was over 210, so it was impossible for the ball to spin in a straight line, and the possible landing area was —
He stepped on the ground and ran towards the most likely place he calculated.
He couldn't see the path of the ball, but the sound wasn't so bad that it was delayed. He just didn't react for a moment, but now that he focused and listened, the sound of the spinning tennis ball rubbing against the air could be faintly heard.
It was really here!
Prince Ren hurriedly stopped.
He took large strides 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 ball's rotation, he still reflexively tightened his grip on the racket when the ball touched the racket.
It was too heavy … the force was directed outwards!
No, he couldn't let the tennis racket fall out of his hand!
Prince Ren gritted his teeth and held on for a while, but the strong rotation of the tennis ball gave him a Yitiao escape route.
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 save it 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 wanted to be beaten 6-0?
Prince Ren adjusted his breathing.
Yukimura's words were really infuriating.
Usually, he was the one who said arrogant words, so he couldn't understand his opponent's twisted expression.
But now, from a different perspective … Wow, this way of speaking was really asking for a beating.
Even Yukimura …
"Again." Prince Ren lowered his body again.
The third ball was still the same technique.
Prince Ren saw it more clearly this time.
In front of him, Yukimura's body was also flowing with "Ki".
It was different from all the other people he had seen before.
It was about the same thickness as Sanada's, but its transparency was completely different. It was almost like a layer of white coating.