God of Tennis

Jamsilbon-dong, Songpa-gu, Seoul, NK-market tennis courts.

In front of Hanwoojin, who had brought a carrier with only clothes and simple housewares, there was a traditional director in sunglasses and tights.

“Are you ready? ”

“Yes.”

Of course. Han Woo-jin nods without hesitation. It's a life of tennis madness. Even though tennis didn't want him to, it was impossible to give up tennis there. I swung my racket so hard I could hold it in my sleep. Dungeon

The number of balls that had been hit was also not a calculable level.

The traditional director who saw Han Woo-jin's eyes, which wouldn't shake a bit, tapped his shoulder with a smile. The defeat of the young is always heart-warming.

“Okay, let's unpack first. Just one of these books will tell you where it is, so don't forget. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

“Lunch at noon and outdoor courts at 2: 00. I'm gonna do something called a test league. ”

Test league.

Hanwoojin's eyes sank black. The test league, which proceeded separately from the admission test, was like a ritual to establish an implicit sequence within a vehicle. Like the actual competition, 32 athletes competed to determine a winner, a runner-up, and a certain

I also paid.

Previously, Han Woo-jin hit the ground in this league. Unfortunately, he met a pretty strong opponent in his first match and was defeated by an humiliating score of 61 and 60.

Starting with the work that might not have been much, Hanwoojin's life as a sailor came down the road.

It was an example of treating him as invisible. Some people threatened to take Han Woo-jin to get the ball, and others threatened to stop him when he ran into him in the preliminaries. Even if he tries evil, Han Woo-jin will never improve.

There.

When they left the industry once or twice after winning or semi-winning, Han Woo-jin was still there.

The former director left immediately after checking the room number assigned to him. Hanwoojin's gaze was complex, looking at the thick back of his head.

‘The strong are right in sports. They didn't do anything wrong after all. It was my fault for being weak. ’

I didn't need a book from the director. Hanwoojin, who had only read the part with his room number, shoved the brochure directly into the carrier. How many of you know this facility better than that? Even a tribute director would make this place feel more like home.

You won't be able to miss it.

As I walked along the corridor without hesitation, Han Woojin was recalled.

The humiliation that was unforgettable with a 10-year gap, the sullenness of the self that was weak, and the devastation of the days that they had changed it to their skills....

"Yes, if the weak are wrong in this world, and the strong are right,"

Room 301. Han Woo-jin arrives in his assigned room and opens the door with a card key. Through the door that opens naturally, the inside of the neatly arranged dorm room was revealed. Hanwoojin's gaze was on the clothing rack while opening the luggage that had been brought out.

There was a catch.

Tennis racket.

A new product from ProConnect was placed on the desk that he requested. It was an even-balance type racket used by players close to the Uploader.

Hanwoojin reaches out and grabs the grip.

The tightly trained forearm creaks as it grips its slightly stiff grip. Looking at the floating window in his head, Han Woo-jin gripped it.

‘- Now, it's time for me to be right. ’

* * *

At 2 pm, 32 players were crowded in the NK fleet outdoor tennis courtyard. According to the general proclamation of the director of the awards, all players in the NK product were assembled. The courtyard is full of ex-cons, new arrivals.

You turn it on and off. Only Hanwoojin closes his eyes to talk and receive it.

‘There's no one to check in here anyway. ’

He grabbed the racket and looked at the status window of all the people. With the exception of Choi, the status window of all athletes was a mess.

There were some who looked stronger than they are now. However, I was surprised to see a sign of [intoxication] in the status window, whether you drank a lot of alcohol yesterday.

Can a sport called tennis be taken lightly?

To the extent that a bunch of pros get to drink and spread all over the place the night before a major event?

‘No way. ’

Han Woo-jin was only able to share the anger he faced at the time of the contract. Loss of enthusiasm for lazy athletes, clumsy mental states, and sports called tennis. This is the reality of modern Korean tennis. So pathetic.

He sighed deeply at the appearance of one of them.

Whew, who saw Han Woo-jin take a deep sigh? His arrogant grip grabs his shoulder.

“Hey!"

“… Well. ”

You don't have to be polite to a guy who talks like this. Hanwoojin looked back with an expressionless expression. A large, militia-headed man grabs his shoulder and stares at him. A forearm that could create a sense of intimidation.

The dragon tattoo twitched.

“What? What did you just say, asshole? Where's Shin Shun taking a bad breath?! ”

There was this useless landscape everywhere in South Korea. Especially in the sporting family. Those who do not have a great career, recognizable skills, or even a respectable personality make a fuss using the words "senior" or "senior." crab

Many sports are more discriminatory if they do not come up the line, such as from schools.

Hanwoojin shifts his head as if it wasn't worth it. If you use violence here, that's where you get kicked out. There are eight CCTVs rotating in this outdoor coat. It was set up to record the athletes' practice, but evidence of violence...

You can do your part well.

“Hey, don't you see here? You son of a bitch! ”

When Han Woo-jin ignored him, he blushed his face and made a mockery. However, there was no change in Hanwoojin's expression, as if he had tightened his ears. There's nothing childish about him anyway.

Neither was I.

Shortly after hearing that the director was coming, the coat court became silent at the crack of dawn. He also cut off his anger and slapped Hanwoojin's back. At the awards ceremony with absolute oversight of the players,

Crabs were scary for any athlete.

The prize ceremony in front of the players leaned slightly and asked.

“I think it was a little loud. What happened? ”

“ ……. ”

No one answered. I knew it. Who will support the man who first joined the company today? Who will vomit out his old militia head? Han Woo-jin was not hurt by this natural thing. His heart that was supposed to hurt like this...

After it had worn out as it had worn out.

But this time it was different.

“I'm the director. ”

“Well, Choi Yeon-Hyuk. Tell me.”

Choi Hyuk raised his hand and attracted the attention of the director. Allowing him to speak, he lowered his straight hand and pointed to the man who had been picking on Han Woojin until just now.

“He was picking on Woojin for no reason and swearing. I think it should be punished by the rules of insider trading. ”

The man with the unexpected attack and the face of Han Woojin who received unexpected help were muted at the same time. The first thing I came to my senses was a bald man. He was amazingly trying to incite Choi Hyuk to the opposition.

“What what?! You stupid bastards...! ”

“Hey, clinical hoon! ”

“Go, Director. ”

“Shut up. If what he just said is true, you won't get over it today. ”

“Go, Director! No! You're being deceived by those newbies! ”

I wondered whether he was really unfair, even though he was a bald man, a clinician's face, or even Han Woo-jin who had just insulted me. Choi Hyeon Hyuk accused the clinical discipline of being absurd. And that.

The traditional director's eyes could not be dull enough to pass on the smoke. The former director even cried his eyebrows out.

“Clinical hoon! I told you to shut up! You don't have to join the league today. Go back to your place and cool off, man! ”

“… Got it. ”

When I realized that there was no longer any defense against the director's disobedience, I bowed my head. However, his eyes turned dull with hatred and anger. Clinical hoon had to stare at Choi Yeon-hyuk and Han Woo-jin once before leaving the coat.

The director applauded several times, looking down at the players who were stunned by the sudden situation.

“Don't worry about anything stupid, I'll explain about the test league today. You don't have time to answer questions, so understand them at once and click and move. Do you understand?”

““ Got it! ” ”

The answer of the reckless athletes echoes through the coat. I was able to demonstrate the level of charisma of the director. He said with a naturally expressive expression.

"The test league will be conducted in a 32-gauge tournament, with three sets of two-runners, a timely dues and tiebreaks, and no advantages points. Sub-worths and coat exchanges are subject to actual competition rules. Come to the standby as soon as the match is over, and if

When the opponent's match is over, move on to the next match within 15 minutes. Do you understand? "

"Yes, sir!" "

"Oh, and..."

I raised my index finger as if I'd forgotten one, and then added another word. It was because there were 31 participants because of the missing clinical hoon.

“Sang-hoon is missing, so one of you will be left behind. As soon as I get here, Woojin, who insulted me, will go up as a failure. Any objections? ”

“ …. ”

Athletes who saw the clinical hoon get kicked out couldn't argue in this situation. Hanwoojin was also a little uncomfortable, but I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to stay fit and watch.

“Then put Woojin in first place and pretend he didn't win. The rest of you, come and draw lots. ”

After placing the cardboard box prepared by the tradition, the athletes flocked together and cast lots one by one. It was not long before a ladder with 32 names was painted on the whiteboard in the corner of the outdoor courtyard.

“Good. That's a good number. It's 30, so you can play in all your coats at once. ”

As the former director said, there were five different coats of clay, hard and grass installed on the outdoor tennis courts of NK water tankers. There are 15 coats in total.

“Go in order from the right. You only have 10 minutes to stretch, so if I whistle in 10 minutes, you're on your own. ”

““ Yes! ” ”

Hanwoojin sits alone on a bench, watching the players move in a daze. It was worth noting that over 30 athletes filled 15 coats.

And exactly 10 minutes later, the whistleblower of the award-winning director announced the start of the test league.

Peek-a-boo!

End of test league # 1

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