God of Tennis

Hanwoojin, who was sitting in front of the computer in a shabby studio room, looked down at the racket in his hand with his beautiful eyes. He's been with himself for over 20 years.

I couldn't even remember how many times I changed the line. At the end of each match, the part of the frame that was rubbed with a handkerchief was still shiny. His partner was Evan Lendl, who won the French Open in 1984 when his parents went on their honeymoon.

Evan Randall.

It was a pathetic young name. He was also the one whose parents made Hanwoojin start tennis, and he was a respected player. Han Woo-jin was born the year Evan Len won the French Open. For some reason, his feelings for this racket were even more distinctive.

It was inevitable that he became a tennis player. They were both big tennis fans. They were the ones who handed the racket and the ball to their young son. And Han Woojin quickly became fascinated by the fact that he couldn't cheat the blood either.

However, Hanwoojin's tennis life was never smooth. Despite his best efforts, he was still on his feet. I once punched a ball for more than eight hours a day, and once, I was bitten by the grip of a racket. I believed that one day I would be rewarded. Hanwoojin continued tennis indefinitely, believing that if he tried, he would be rewarded.

It was good to be on board the NK product at 23. I thought that Han Woo-jin, who could not stand up as a child, would finally see the light.

However, after joining, he spent years picking up balls for poor grades. Unlike Han Woo-jin, who never got the chance to compete properly, his motivation carried him on his back with enormous support for NK products, climbing to the 4th leg of the Korean tennis championship and earning a full day.

But I didn't back down. I'm still young. I can do more. As I said that, I ran after the tennis that was drifting away from my coat.

“And this is what it looks like. ”

As a player, the game is ending in thirty-three, and a tennis player who has never won a national competition. The NK Mt. has been a burden on him for 10 years. Especially since I didn't show them the proper skills.

“History Choi.”

Motivation to live a life completely different from your own. South Korea's first semi-winning success myth in Wimbledon, one of the four major tennis competitions. The hero of the domestic tennis world, the prince of tennis, who was published in all kinds of newspapers.

He didn't win, and how he snorted when he saw his name in the newspaper. However, what should be ridiculed was his extravagant skills that couldn't even chase after Choi Hyuk.

Talent? Han Woo-jin's tenure seemed to have ended at the same time as when he joined the NK Cargo Vessel at twenty-three years old.

I picked up the ball while everyone was practicing, and when they emptied their coat, I just practiced. Few of us have ever faced them, so only a few balls have been punched in a service coat with no one in it.

Woojin, I don't think you're a fighter.

“Traditional Director...”

Would it have made a difference if I had listened to the director say, "Would you want to quit the team and coach?" Couldn't we avoid the small realities of holding out our hands on our parents to cover the expense of living without doing the right thing? Could it not get smaller in front of the face of my sister every holiday?

Han Woo-jin touches Evan Ren's name and carefully sets it down. It was time to say goodbye to his immature dream.

When I reached out my hand and turned on the monitor, I woke up the screen with the sound of a computer already illuminated on the body. Hanwoojin went straight to the biggest tennis cafe. It was a cafe that had written a lot and read a lot of articles. I hoped it would be written in the hands of a good person. It's been a racket for 20 years, but I've managed it well, so I'm still in the field.

Hanwoojin, who entered the second-hand product bulletin board, did not hesitate to write. What should I call it?

While thinking about it for a while, he decides to write a title that will appeal to people. It is the same for Koreans as it is for anyone who is passionate about items used by celebrities. Especially if it's Evan Len, the world's greatest tennis player.

[Evan Randall's handwriting is an engraved racket.]

That's a bad title. Han Woo-jin smiled. His 20 years of useless labor have become pathetic. I've been ridiculed by the pearl of a pig's neck. At least I didn't want to sell to the same athletes who laughed at me.

Comments were posted in less than 5 minutes. Asked if it could be confirmed, he sent me an attachment of a photo of his parents with Evan Len.

Then 1: 1 I had a conversation. Han Woo-jin accepted his request without much thought.

Prince of Wimbledon: Hello.

UJIN: Yes, hello.

Wimbledon's Prince: You're really selling, aren't you? You seem pretty attached to it. Think again.

Hanwoojin shakes his head. It was already on my mind. He was no more talented than anyone else. A life that is rewarded for trying is a story that is allowed to talented people.

That's enough. I'm quitting tennis.

Wimbledon's Prince: Oh, right...

The opponent is silent for a moment. I felt like I was blaming Han Woo-jin for stopping trying not to be rewarded, so I started crying for no reason.

UJIN: So is it real, or are you going to drink it? Make it clear, I don't like to be yelled at.

Tennis was a big hit on that subject. After 10 years as a player, only self-sufficiency increased. Hanwoojin's eyes wet with a habitual smile on his mouth. The opposing Pokémon quickly replies.

Wimbledon's Prince: I'll live. The racket.

UJIN: What do you think about pricing?

Wimbledon's Prince: Well...

The opposing Pokémon seems to be worried. A luxe racket with a world-renowned player's handwriting signature. Even though it was second-hand, it could not be faulty. If I sold it to Evan Randall's mania, it might be worth millions of won. However, Han Woo-jin wanted to sell it to someone who really liked tennis, so he posted on this cafe.

As soon as the cup of water you placed next to the monitor is in your hand, the opponent adds a few more lines of text.

Wimbledon's Prince: It's no big deal, but if you had one wish, what would you wish for?

UJIN: What, do you have a Dragon Ball?

Hanwoojin chuckles, not drinking water. Wishes, wishes. I didn't want to win the competition or become a famous athlete because of what I just wanted to do. People dream of being famous when they wake up.What's the point of that? Han Woo-jin

Within moments, he raised his hand and tapped the keyboard.

UJIN: A wish... I just wanted to be talented.

Wimbledon's Prince: Talent?

UJIN: Yeah.

Genius is made up of 99% effort and 1% inspiration. Literally. Even if you've built 99%, you can't have 1% that you're born with. Even tennis was a sport with less than 1% of its natural share. There were limits to the area where Han Woo-jin could reach a mere culprit.

Wimbledon's Prince: How much talent do you want?

UJIN: You're serious. Is this a good story?

Wimbledon's Prince: Yeah, well. It's fun.

IF. Indicates if. Everyone was trying to figure out what would have happened if it had been like this. No matter how many times I think about Hanwoojin, if he was a talented player.

UJIN: I don't need a lot.... I wish I'd realized that I needed talent to pay for my efforts a little sooner.

Wimbledon's Prince: How modest.

Plain. The opposing Pokémon's sentence pierces his heart, even if it sounds unthinkable. Thirty-three, unprecedented tennis players. A man of dreams and skill, Han Woo-jin. Maybe they didn't mean to hurt him. I kept talking.

Prince Wimbledon: If that's all right with you. Are you gonna make a deal?

Now I feel like I'm back to the story of the racket. Han Woo-jin unwittingly opened the crumpled impression and pressed the keyboard keyboard.

UJIN: Yeah.

Two short taps, and enter.

That was the beginning.

End

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