God of Tennis

It was longer than I thought.

Han Woo-jin thought as he picked up the ball that was flying with fierce force. Lee Hyun-woo who played a game with Service Ace started to move without considering his physical strength.

I did not look back, just followed by a stroke for a point in front of me.

‘Hard to get... Dragon writing on a subject with very little stamina left. ’

The HP in Lee Hyun-woo's status window was already below 500. It was a price for running without intending to weigh remaining stamina and points.

The game is Han Woo Jin 5, Lee Hyun Woo 3.

The point was also led by a group of people at 30: 15. Lee Hyun-woo, who won 2, 3, and 4 games immediately after losing his first game, lost his strength from 5 games. It was because my body was exhausted and I couldn't keep up with my passion. Hit it with all your might.

Lee Hyun-woo's legs trembled in return.

You don't have to confront Tao's burning opponent.

Hanwoojin coldly dropped the ball to the position where Lee Hyun-woo had to move as much as possible.

“Grrrgh!"

40: 15.

Now, just one more point and Han Woo-jin will take the set. And Lee Hyun-woo didn't have the strength to survive the second set. Hanwoojin's body, which was floating with the ball to finish, turned roughly in a oblique direction.

The sparrow flies, giving you no room to accept it.

Bam!

Lee Hyun-woo's foot, which was trying to accept it somehow, eventually ignored the owner's order and stopped moving. A ball knocked on the service coat hit Torr Roller and his shoe.

“… abstinence. ”

“Well done.”

Lee Hyun-woo declared his resignation as if to chew it out and left his coat. Only Han Woojin's hand, who asked for a handshake, stops lonelily on the net. A player who knows the fury of defeat becomes stronger. Lee Hyun-woo was a player who could develop enough.

If Lee Hyun-woo was standing on the court in a full state, a set of victories would be difficult to capture. The power of the backhand-style, in addition to the explosive movements, was insurmountable to Han Woojin.

[For the first time in a match against a pro, all stats are increased by 1 in return.]

[You won using your opponent's weaknesses. Increase the opponent's Weak Point by 1 'health’ stat]

[Increases the EXP of the skills you used to win a match.]

[Dropshot level has increased by 1.]

It was smooth. At least Han Woo-jin thought so. I spent a bit of health but was guaranteed a long rest in return for completing one set of matches. Moreover, my shortness of breath calmed down at a rapid rate thanks to my HP level of 2.

Hanwoojin

Strength 50/HP 48/Agility 42

HP 1305/1920 SP 280/400

Forehand: 9/20

Backhand: 4 of 20

Sub-Level: 10/20

Bali Level: 5 of 20

Smash Level: 8/20

Dropshot Level: 2 of 20

Robe Level: 2 of 20

Special Skill: Sparrow (Sub)

A total of 8 Sparrows were used in 2 matches. A special sub that consumes 15 SP at a time has 18 rounds left.

In preparation for the forthcoming 4th Precinct, Hanwoojin drank the warm water he had stored in the bucket.

* * *

“Hey, how long has it been since a rookie got up here? ”

It smelled like booze.

Han Woo-jin frowned without even trying to hide his unpleasant face. The man who was throwing [hangover] at the status window when the players were gathered earlier was the opponent of Han Woojin's 4th Precinct.

Park Chang-jin [Hangover]

Strength 52 (8)/HP 47 (10)/Agility 48 (8)

HP 925/1880 SP 300/300

Forehand: 8/20

Backhand: 2 of 20

Sub-Level: 8/20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Dropshot Level: 2 of 20

Robe Level: 3 of 20

Special Skill: None

Son of a bitch.

Han Woo-jin snapped with a small voice.

A pro with a nameplate smells like booze on his coat.

He left his talents behind and didn't even know the basic etiquette of sports.

Park Chang-jin keeps talking until the horse is slightly crooked after another drink.

“Hey, aren't you going to answer? ”

It's not worth it. Clinical lessons or something like that kind of moron. Fewer amateurs who don't even have the basic etiquette to compete with their opponents.

A spark appeared in Hanwoojin's eyes.

“Ha! All right, let me see you after this. ”

Park Chang-jin, who was panting, threw the ball overhead. He wanted to skip the act of giving and receiving sub-rights and do it himself.

Bam!

Hanwoojin's teeth slid out as he looked at the ball that was stuck in the service coat.

Papang!

Rising. As soon as it bounced, the ball hit Park Changjin on the side of the foot and flowed back. Untouched return ace.

“0: 15”

“H-hey, don't you know the practice game? Now, you serve it. ”

Park Chang-jin brazenly handed out a ball that he had just picked up as if it was a rehearsal game for the previous rally. But I wasn't the one to play with such stupid things.

Hanwoojin's lips chewed off the vantage point without even looking at the hand that was stretched over the net.

“15: 0. If you say one more word, I'll ask the director to read the CCTV. Shut the fuck up and serve. ”

“W-what? ”

Park Chang-jin opened his mouth because he didn't have enough half-words. How dare he insult you and even a child? It was the first time since he joined the company. The last time I saw you out there, you were yelling at each other.

Park Chang-jin couldn't help but frown.

“Hanwoojin, you son of a bitch... don't let go. ”

“Fuck.”

Han Woo-jin silenced Park Chang-jin with a bold word. He stumbles because he doesn't get drunk. After pushing up to the depression, Park Chang-jin was unable to hit the ball properly.

Park Chang-jin's next sub, which caught on the net once and recorded a Fault, returned to the return ace with another rising. Han Woo-jin recited his scores mechanically.

“0: 30. ”

“Damn it...! ”

A seemingly obvious rally followed. The powerless sub returned to all riding, and as soon as the sub was turned upside down, the sub hitting everywhere in the service coat immediately turned to a straight point. Even if it was normal, Han Woo-jin could have won without sober Park Chang-jin.

The Pokémon is not as greedy as the target.

At the end of the set of 60, Park Chang-jin whispered, staring at Han Woo-jin with bloodshot eyes.

“You don't have any ups and downs... Do you think this is what you're good at? You think you won because you were good? ”

“No, you won because you're an idiot. ”

Park Chang-jin said while trembling, Han Woo-jin didn't hesitate a bit. Park Chang-jin suddenly threw the racket he was holding as he was grinding his teeth even after hearing that he was a fool for the first time today.

“Yes, you bastard. You've won, but let's see if we can put up with that much later. ”

Park Chang-jin's words, mixed with threats, stiffened Han Woo-jin's face. Park Changjin's face, who was afraid of what he said, suddenly distorted.

“... Pick up the racket. ”

“What?"

“Pick up the racket, you little prick! ”

“… you son of a bitch! ”

As Hanwoojin points to the racket, Park Changjin rushes in and grabs his collar. When the two players tangled up and rolled their coats, the former overseer who was far away from the surrounding players ran to stop them.

“Han Woo-jin! Park Chang-jin! What the hell are they doing? ”

“Hey, Woojin! Get your hands off me! ”

"Zhang Zhen, what's wrong with you?"

Choi Yeon-Hyuk grabbed Han Woo-jin and two other players grabbed Park Chan-jin's arms and pulled them out. They didn't go into fists, so there were no injuries on either side, but the problem was that the pros were fighting on their coats.

The tribute director badly crumpled his face and dropped a grudge against the two fighters.

“Is this your playground, you bastards? Are you crazy? ”

“ “ ……. ” ”

The two turned away from each other. Han Woo-jin didn't want to mix words with a nun like Park Chang-jin, and Park Chang-jin found out that he was the cause of the commotion when the problem grew.

Watching the two people fixing their expressions without saying anything, the former director's nose smelled like water.

“... booze? ”

There was blood on Park Changjin's face. The tribute director, who saw his face pale and understood the situation before and after, shouted like lightning.

“Park Chang-jin! Did you just climb on your coat after drinking? ”

“Go, Director! ”

“Get out of here! Before I grab you by the throat and pull you out! ”

Park Chang-jin gripped his teeth and left his coat, knowing that no one could stop the former director. It bothers Han Woojin not to pick up the racket that he left on his coat until the end. You get nothing in a fight with a cunt like that.

I didn't want to.

However, the status window sounded the alarm unconsciously.

[Increase the EXP of the skills used to win the match in return.]

[Smash level has increased by 1.]

However, one of the rough hands suddenly popped out and grabbed Hanwoojin's collar as he listened to the voice in his head. The former director's face distorted like Asura is in front of his eyes. The voice of the traditional convention boiling in the ears of Han Woojin, who took a breath.

I heard.

“Hanwoojin. Even if the opponent is a son of a bitch, you have to endure it in your coat.... That's a pro, okay? ”

“… Yes, Director. ”

Only after Han Woo-jin answered, did he put his collar down. I felt a tingling sensation in my neck as the director gripped it so tightly.

“The final is in 30 minutes. Until then, you're on your own. ”

“Director, who are you dealing with? ”

Han Woo-jin almost knew the answer to return and asked. He had the intention of trying to understand the awkward atmosphere, and it was also to confirm the certainty that existed in him.

The award-winning director, who turned his back and went away, replied without stopping.

“You know that. ”

It was.

End

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