God of Tennis

“Fifteen: 30 thirty! ”

Han Woo-jin woke up startled by the shout that struck his ear. There was no one in his studio but himself. Who the hell yelled at you? Even the light went out half way and the room was strangely dim.

“There! Sit still! ”

“Yes?”

He turned his head and saw someone pointing at him without even knowing it. Immediately after that, Han Woo-jin's eyes were round as a light bulb. It was because he knew too well. There was a awards ceremony for the director of NK products who asked if he wanted to switch to a coach.

“I, the award director? ”

“Why?”

The tribute responded loudly. It was like I had never seen anyone called Han Woo-jin before. The former director he knew had a rough mouth and rough hands, but he was more knowledgeable about the players than anyone else. He was also a savior who allowed Han Woo-jin to remain on the team after 10 years of poor performance.

The commemorative ceremony, with its tighter face and wiser eyes in memory, summoned itself and shot the silent clerk with a blank face.

“Why are you silent? What's your name, man? ”

“Ha, this is Han Woo-jin. ”

“Yes, Han Woo-jin. I remembered you. Do it right.”

He shifts to the bench where the coaches sit, his ugly face still frowning. Hanwoojin's shoulders, which were just looking behind the head of the tribute ceremony, had thick, rough manly hands on his chin.

“Han Woo-jin, are you nervous? ”

“Choi Yeon-hyeok...”

Mythical protagonist of Wimbledon's semi-finals. The crown prince of tennis in South Korea smiled at him as he was when he was young. Han Woo-jin became dizzy.

What's going on here? Why am I here when I was in the studio on the computer? Where are we now? What the hell is going on? Why is Choi Yeon-hyeok in front of me again?

A number of questions were puzzling him.

Choi Hyuk shrugged his head and scratched his back.

“Well, were they worth mentioning in our name? If that's the case, why don't you just leave the last name out of it? ”

“Oh... well. You can call me Woojin. ”

Han Woo-jin gave a thoughtless answer to me, but I couldn't realize it until I looked around at both the vivid voice of Choi Hyuk and the sights around him.

‘This is... the entrance exam for NK products! ’

It was different from the past that Han Woo-jin remembered. He was nervous and waited only when his name was called, and did not speak to anyone. I've never spoken with Choi Yeon-hyeok in my name. The fact that he was even sitting next to her.

I didn't even know it now. Regardless of his confusion, the situation continued to flow.

Volunteers come out as the coaches call them and randomly play against the opponent. In the course of time, this unique inaugural test of NK products, which covers only one set of winners and dropouts, was notorious.

‘Obviously... I remember the opponent wasn't very good at that time. ’

The opponent who doesn't even remember his name was defeated by Han Woo-jin, who didn't hear that he was very good at the time. Thanks to Hanwoojin, he entered NK Mountain with no difficulty, and began his career as a player with the dream of Cheng Wu.

Looking back at the other day, I remembered the words of the person who tried to buy a racket suddenly in Han Woo-jin's head.

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

‘No way...? ’

He tilts his head. A member you met at an Internet cafe sent you to a tryout site ten years ago? Does that even make sense?

Hanwoojin shakes his head. After a while, he notices that his name will be called out, and finds the racket and places his hand next to it. And he was the second most surprised there.

“Huh, nothing?! ”

A small, but almost screaming sound came from Han Woojin's mouth. A racket signed by Evan Len. I didn't see a racket that I didn't expect to leave his hands since I was a child. Han Woo-jin searches through an empty racquet bag and remembers the last thing his contact said.

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

“... Did you pay for the racket? ”

Even though it was clear that the price of returning it to the racket 10 years ago was a garage sale, Han Woo-jin did not expect that the transaction would mean exchanging it with the racket 10 years ago. A sharp voice was dug into his ears as he pondered about the unidentified contact he encountered on the Internet.

“Han Woo-jin! Han Woo-jin volunteers! ”

“Yes, yep! ”

The volunteers who were nervous about Han Woo-jin's answer, raising their hands unknowingly, laughed and muttered. He eventually went down to his coat to take the exam without a racket. Others mock him behind Hanwoojin's back, leaving him empty-handed.

“He didn't even bring a racket? Are you trying to test me with a public racket here, now? ”

“Wow, what confidence. I'd like that, too. ”

“I don't know what I believe in. ”

However, Han Woo-jin did not hear any chatter from behind. His mind was already confused enough. However, Hanwoojin, who had decided to settle it from the moment he arrived, picked up one of the hunted rackets that was piled next to his coat.

It was then.

“… what is this? ”

Hanwoojin

Strength 48/HP 45/Agility 39

HP 1730/1800 SP 310/310

Forehand: 9/20

Backhand: 4 of 20

Sub-Level: 8/20

Bali Level: 3 of 20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Special Skill: None

A completely different sensation than the visual sense. The words engraved with the feeling of printing the text in Han Woojin's head contained information about it. It was an objective metric that revealed Hanwoojin's forehand style, reflexes, and the inability to utilize Bali.

‘If this is true... why is there no drop shot or robe? Is it because I didn't write it? ’

Hanwoojin, who lacked the ability to measure distances, had extremely few dropshots or robes. The serve was able to hit accurately through practice, but the drop shots and robes that needed to adjust distance and speed depending on the situation were not a suitable technique for Hanwoojin.

Han Woo-jin looks at the man across from his opponent, who wonders at the mysterious window in his mind.

‘I see.'

It seemed to be visible while holding the racket. This was his status window that caught Hanwoojin's eye.

Lee Jin-seop

Strength 50/HP 38/Agility 32

HP 1330/1520 SP 210/210

Forehand: 4 of 20

Backhand: 3 of 20

Sub-Level: 4 of 20

Bali Level: 3 of 20

Smash Level: 4 of 20

Dropshot Level: 1 of 20

Robe Level: 2 of 20

Special Skill: None

This should be an easy win. Han Woo-jin carelessly thought so. He lived a life of a player who tried and tried but was not rewarded. He had a considerable lack of self-esteem. However, this objective indicator was different before he realized he was superior.

Hanwoojin's waist tightened and stood upright, and his hands stopped trembling, forcefully grasping the racket's grip. There was no such thing as a nervously supporter who was nervous until just now.

And there was one person who watched him like that.

‘... What's that guy? By the looks of it, you're already a pro. ’

The tribute director called out to himself and remembered the face and name of the arrogant supporter who woke up. As soon as he heard the name Han Woo-jin, he looked at his coat. The awards ceremony was just as curious as Han Woo-jin's face, without any tension at all.

You definitely need a sponsor to go pro in the tennis world. If your home isn't really a wealthy person, you'll need to find a sponsor to support you so you can stay on track.

In South Korea, one athlete often joined and operated as a vehicle operated by the company, rather than signing a sponsorship with the company. It was a great advantage to be able to live on a stable salary, as long as you are not a worthy player to enter the world ranking.

In short, it was no exaggeration to ask whether he could become a professional or not.

Han Woo-jin seemed really strange to the decorator who had seen so many tennis pro aspiring students as the overseer of the entrance exam.

'I'm not confident, but I'm not nervous at all. Looks like he's had dozens of good fights. ’

The awards ceremony ran through the applicants' documents to find the name of Han Woo-jin. In his papers, there was nothing worthy of his career in junior competitions. Nothing good, nothing bad.

But he was more of a believer than a document. The eyes of the award-winning director shine toward Hanwoojin, who constantly tickles his senses.

“Now, are you both ready? ”

The coach of NK products in the judging role asked both of them. Both Han Woojin and Lee Jin-seop nodded their heads, and he briefly mentioned the rules used in the inaugural exam.

“Time relationships dictate a set of battles. Please note that there are no changes to the coat and no durations are allowed. Choose a sub-sphere simply by using scissors. ”

“Yes.”

“Sure."

Han Woo-jin gave scissors, and Lee Jin-seop sent. He's decided to take over the sub. Airborne pressure is quite important, and in tennis Subran acts as a very powerful weapon.

“Let's start with Han Woo-jin's serve. ”

Peek! Peek!

The Judge blows his whistle.

At the same time, Han Woo-jin throws the ball.

End of joining Test # 1

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