God of Tennis

The morning of Han Woo-jin, who had tried to fill his lacking talents with effort, was fast. Getting up at 5: 30 in the morning and going for a run at 6: 00 was the schedule that Han Woo-jin was keeping, but today was different. He pulls out a spare racket just in case. I remembered the letter in time to grab the grip.

Hanwoojin

Strength 48/HP 45/Agility 40

HP 1800/1800 SP 330/330

Forehand: 9/20

Backhand: 4 of 20

Sub-Level: 10/20

Bali Level: 3 of 20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Special Skill: Sparrow (Sub)

“... exactly. ”

Since yesterday's preliminary test of NK products, the status window has not changed. I haven't trained or competed since then. Hanwoojin thought, rolling his grip in his palm.

How should I use this power?

He hasn't even figured out what the status window demands. Today, anyway, I gave it a holiday because it was immediately after testing on the NK products. Unexpectedly, Han Woo-jin spent an empty day figuring out what he was capable of.

I did.

What Han Woo-jin has seen so far is as follows:

1. When you grab a racket, you see the status window of people, including yourself.

2. Every time you play a game, the level of skills used is added.

3. Increases skill level by actual skill level.

4. Special skills are created when the skill level reaches 10.

5. Achieve achievements for the first time and you will be rewarded with high rewards.

Han Woo-jin took out a small notebook nearby and wrote something about the 'status window’. He read it once and nodded his head. Nothing else comes to mind. That's all he learned from now on.

“Will practice work? ”

If you only give points or experience points, it was hard to find anything more than reinforcing your physical strength in practice. Han Woo-jin's skills had already reached the limit of his natural talent. The end that ordinary people can reach. accessible to anyone

A goal point. There was no point in repeating that level of skill.

No, I didn't think it would help him now. Thirty-three old tennis players' experience is like entering twenty-three new players. It took time to coordinate.

“Anyway, I'm going to practice by lunch. ”

A tennis court for residents near the apartment. Of course, the sand floor coat was a place where humble balls rolled, but from Han Woojin's perspective, I was only thankful that there was such a place. I'm going to be in the lodge tomorrow anyway. I'm going to be a player.

Once I started, there was nowhere else to look.

When I finished thinking, Han Woo-jin was afraid to drop the racket, and the visit rang out loud.

“Hey, Woojin! Are you not feeling well? Why aren't you practicing this morning? ”

“… Oh, I'm going to have a drink yesterday and rest in the morning. You shouldn't get hurt running around like that. ”

Suddenly, Han Woo-jin was surprised by Mother's visit. I wasn't wrong. If I fell asleep while I was still hungover, it would have a profound impact on my life starting tomorrow.

“So? We'll have breakfast together after all this time? ”

Then again, Han Woo-jin, who is going to run in the early hours, has always had a meal later than his family. I couldn't remember when I was humble with my father or brother. The former self also had a habit of eating alone.

“Make it tasty, Mom. ”

“Yes, look forward to it! ”

Han Woo-jin's mother, who was excited about what her son said yesterday, fell in front of the visit, singing a nostril. He carefully placed the racket in the corner and turned on the laptop on his desk.

He came back 10 years ago. To get used to the world, Han Woo-jin decided to look at the news on the portal site first. The quiet room is full of clicks on the mouse.

* * *

Noon, Sungwon Apartment Resident Tennis Court.

Hanwoojin was loosening up, frying the ball while laying the racket horizontally. Forward, backward, leaning, forward again. You can handle a tennis ball without moving a single step just by turning the grip. It was a sense of balance achieved by a solid foundation.

Hanwoojin, holding the ball in his empty left hand, heavily breathed once.

“Okay, let's do it. ”

Throw the ball up and hit with an overhead stroke. The most basic subs of posture. The first sub is placed from right to left, i.e. in a oblique direction.

Papang!

The ball that was stuck near the service line bounced off and rolled to the ground without accepting. Although it was a reasonably hardened coat, the bounds were not always cool as it eventually fell to the ground. Hanwoojin, who tried to sub several times, throws the ball up with a resolute face.

And again, his body was out of his mind. I pulled my right foot back and twisted my lower back, making my external oblique muscles crave. The grip on the racket trembles with excessive grip. A sub and sparrow that exerts its power only through extreme rotation and spinning.

Papa Ang!

It was not only spectacular for the sub to be lightly dropped into the ground at 200 km/h. An intense bound leaves a dent in the dirt floor. However, Han Woo-jin, who shot such a serve, filled his tongue.

‘… I understand the principle, but is it okay to just follow them? ’

I know what to do. However, it is the agent's job to acquire the sparrow through the talent, competence and magnetism of Han Woojin. Not if you level up your skills a little more.

‘Sublevels go up, sublevels go up. That's for sure.'

Speed and precision were also better than before. After hitting Subman a few times, he could clearly tell the difference. The fast and sharp service line was the main feature of Han Woo-jin. He was more than just a protagonist.

“Ah, here we go again. ”

He grabs his wrist and grunts, placing the racket on the side chair. I heard a voice hanging in Hanwoojin's ear thinking about how to fix the autonomy that had become a habit.

“Hey, Woojin! You've been working hard since midday!”

“Ah… Mr. Hwang. ”

His real name was Hwang In-su, a resident of Sungwon Apartments and a tennis prodigy. The average person was pretty good, so he also did rallies with Han Woo-jin who was practicing alone. It was only after seeing my face that I remembered something new. If

I might not have remembered it forever if I hadn't met him now.

Han Woo-jin opened his mouth. He grabs the racket he left next to him for a moment and looks at Hwang In-su.

Hwang In-su

Strength 41/HP 33/Agility 32

HP 1290/1320 SP 210/210

Forehand: 5/20

Backhand: 5/20

Sub-Level: 6/20

Smash Level: 5/20

Special Skill: None

‘Oh, that's pretty high. ’

It was better in some ways than Lee Jin-seop, who was forty-five years old this year when he took the entrance test. Unlike Yi Jin-seop who played tennis that was simply dependent on strength, Hwang In-su was equitably trained in all skills. Only outstanding class

There were no dropshots, robes, or other skills that were heavily involved in Bali or technology requiring the nerves of death.

Han Woo-jin, who was looking carefully at Hwang In-su's status window, realized that there was a mutation in his status window.

SP 315/330

‘SP has decreased...? Is it because of the sparrow? ’

He observed that SP does not fall due to normal physical strength consumption. No matter how many times I hit the sub, my HP will drop and my SP will never drop. Han Woo-jin, who had just realized that he had struck a sparrow, came up with a close guess.

Hanwoojin's shoulder, which was dazed, was tapped with a rugged hand.

“What, are you tired today? He wanted to play a game with me. ”

“Oh, I need to think about something for a second. Take it easy. ”

“Oh, you're dealing with me? Then I'll play first. ”

No matter how talented he was, he was a professional. At this time, there was hardly anyone better than Hanwoojin at the level of the community tennis club, as well as the local tennis courts. Hwang In-su was excited to be able to play one game with him on his coat.

I climbed up and began to unwind.

You hear a strange voice again in the head of Han Woojin, who was rubbing his arm until the tremendous reactions of the Sparrow loosened.

[You have finished the exercise. Settle the rehearsal volume.]

[… you have practiced serve 8 times. Sub Skill EXP is slightly increased.]

Okay. Okay.

Hanwoojin tightly grips his fist for strength.

Finish

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