God of Tennis

After I left the director, Han Woo-jin went up to the auditorium and sat down. Physical fatigue was quite durable, but mental fatigue was not negligible.

Moreover, when I tangled with Park Chang-jin, my cheeks were slightly swept away and my sweaty skin was tingling. Han Woo-jin inadvertently shrugged his shoulders and tried to rub the ball.

“Oops, you can't do that. Is it fungal?”

With a playful voice, a towel flew from behind Hanwoojin. Han Woo-jin, who had wiped the ball with the towel handed to him by Choi Yeon-Hyuk, turned his head.

I hardly remember receiving this kind of favor, and the opposing Pokémon seems awkward to me.

“... Thank you. ”

Sweat, dirt, and a little blood clotted up, so the towel quickly turned black. Choi Yeon-hyeok who sat around said, avoiding the towel that Han Woo-jin threw away.

“Are you surprisingly hot? I felt so cold. ”

“Not really. I get angry when I'm angry, and I just don't talk if I don't have to. ”

Hanwoojin replied with a dry tone.

A talented athlete who's been wandering around heresy for 10 years. In the Korean sporting world with a thorough predecessor relationship, athletes who deviate from the hierarchy are thoroughly shunned.

Ten years was enough time for a young man who had come to the world with a pure heart to close his heart and obsess over tennis alone.

All this talk of bad socialization and no attachment was a myth of the ignorant. Han Woo-jin's broken insides didn't heal as well as his wounds in a day or two.

In front of Han Woo-jin, who would be difficult to talk to if it were someone else, Choi Hyuk nodded his head to his words.

“I understand. Funny thing about being a tennis player, isn't it? ”

Instead, it was the dense side. Isn't it history to not lose respectful words and bright faces to everyone politely? But what about the man in front of him?

‘... Is it natural this way? ’

Choi Yeon-Hyuk was being cynical. Two frozen eyes peer back to the final of the league, scouring through the players entering the courtyard. Among them were Han Woojin and the two athletes who caused trouble.

“I can't stand being treated like that. Not you, not me, not the people you're going to be treated like. ”

Superiority, contempt, ridicule and confidence. The emotions in Choi Hyuk's voice have violently pounded Han Woojin's eardrum. Despite the whispering little voice, it seems to be rushing through his body sharply.

Ah, that's it.

Han Woo-jin laughed.

I could understand why Choi Yeon-Hyuk was being so nice to himself. And I could see how big of an illusion that was. So I can't help but laugh.

“Then what are they? ”

Hanwoojin points at the players passing by with his jaw. Choi Hyuk opened his mouth again without even looking back.

“Tremors. It's annoying to have people who can't see the light on a national stage, let alone call them professionals. ”

“... trembling. ”

I thought I was familiar with the way I looked down from above. A man named Han Woo-jin was never used to standing on someone's shoulders.

But I couldn't know until today.

How cruel and cold it really is to look down from above.

In the world before Han Woo-jin returned 10 years ago, Choi Hyuk's eyes would have seen him tremble.

A trireme scrap that's not even worth remembering, a moron who, after 10 years of rolling around, has never had a decent grade.

‘That's what a world of geniuses looks like. ’

It was the eyes of the world's ruthless masters who acknowledged nothing but their skills. Choi Yeon-Hyuk hid the malice of his fiercely cruel talents in a respectful appearance. No, he couldn't possibly understand that what he was holding was malicious.

Han Woo-jin and he were so different. Only Han Woo-jin, who had lived below, could understand the view of Choi Yeon-hwon.

He could have done anything, a genius who accomplished everything he set out to do. How pathetic are the stragglers in such a man's eyes. Their talents, their efforts and everything seemed to be worthless.

“Am I different? ”

“Woojin is different from you. So you called us in and signed a separate contract. ”

Choi Hyuk smashed his face that had sank into darkness and tapped Han Woojin's shoulder. It was actually refreshing, so if anyone hadn't heard the conversation, they might have thought they were encouraging each other.

“Do I have 15 minutes? I'll be warming up first, so come slowly. ”

Han Woo-jin, who was holding the racket, could see the back of his head as he got up and left. Naturally, the numbers and letters in his head rushed through his brain.

The total of the stats is close to 180 and the total of the skill levels is 64. Moreover, he had one special technology such as Han Woo-jin. His potential was immeasurable. It was clear that not half of what I had seen had gone up to the finals.

I can't believe you're friends with a monster like that. Hanwoojin raised his eyes, feeling a sense of contradiction, which seemed to be rising and sinking somewhere.

‘We're not your people. ’

Hanwoojin's status window was listed when he took his eyes off Choi Yeon-Hyuk. Now that he was able to read and separate his mind's state window from his external vision, a harsh reality foresaw the future.

“I don't like it when I see it. ”

World Class Genius Wall.

The future tennis prince who will win the runner-up at Wimbledon.

In addition, objectively displayed figures, regardless of their lavish name or career, shook Hanwoojin's composure. The power of the system was equally fiercely fair to those who handled it.

“… damn it. ”

Hanwoojin stared at the sky with his mischievous eyes.

No odds are seen.

* * *

At the beginning of the league, the year that was floating close to the Mediterranean slopes. Even when I turned on the outside, it was a time when I could not see. That's why the finals were in the courtyard, as the former director had advised.

Thirty athletes, including the two who were expelled to the lodge and on probation, were sitting in the auditorium waiting for the final match of Han Woo-jin and Choi.

A test league that is played every time new recruits come in. This was the first time in the history of the NK-market crew when a rookie made the league finals, and both. So, I didn't know that the expectations of those sitting in the audience could not be satisfied.

Of course, there were those who put candles everywhere.

“Ha, how fortunate are the newcomers to the finals? Didn't you guys do everything right? ”

“Either way, it's nothing. Anybody want to go play chicken after this? ”

I was not directly swearing because of the big scolding of the director, but the refusal of the clinical discipline and Park Chang-jin was causing a small commotion in the intestine. Nervous air grows dizzy in their distractions.

But this time, there was someone who stopped him. It was Lee Hyun-woo, who met Han Woo-jin on the eighth river. He was quite a year into NK products and was also more annual than Park Chang-jin and the two clinicians.

“Don't talk, you two. Just watch. If you want to limp like that, go outside. ”

Unlike usual, the two people who were surprised by Lee Hyun-woo's attitude while standing on the day swallowed up their words for a while. Park Chang-jin opened his mouth first.

“Hyun Woo, are you taking his side? ”

“Since when is tennis a sidekick? Changjin, if you don't quit drinking and practice, you won't be able to make it this quarter. ”

“Oh my, really...! ”

Lee Hyun-woo sharply cut off his attempts to move on to emotional stories. Immediately after Park Chang-jin silenced by his fierce point, the former director showed up wearing a jumper that was tailored to the cold outside weather.

He counted the number of athletes sitting in the auditorium roughly with his eyes and pouted his head.

“Good, we're here. What about you guys?”

The main character of the finals, Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-Hyuk, stood face to face at the end of a coat. The two gazes that did not turn their heads at the director's words seemed to spark on the net.

Hanwoojin's eyes, which sank in the dark, seemed to have found one flint that hit him.

‘Surprisingly, the history is much better. Woojin feels a little depressed. ’

The tribute bowed its head to the unexpected archipelago. Soon, however, he looked around at the two players and immediately decided to proceed with the final match.

“Seize the sub-sphere with scissors. Yankees, forward. ”

The two of them walked slowly to the front of the net near the base line. Choi Hyuk, 177cm Han Woo-jin, was much different from the height of his eyes. The two fists move back and forth over the net, and shortly thereafter the victory and defeat is broken.

Han Woo-jin saw the rock, Choi Yeon-hyeok. Subsphere was taken by Choi Yeon-Hyuk.

“As before, proceed to the three-set two-liner. Given stamina consumption, extended rules, including dues, do not apply. Others are the same as the rules of the match. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“I understand.”

The temperatures in the answer were also different. Han Woo-jin with a wet feeling and the explosive power to start right away. The former director was already looking forward to how this bizarre combination would compete.

“That's enough. Yang, move into position. ”

Two people took their eyes off each other and turned to face the end of the coat. Just like some Western gunfighters do in a duel, they cross steps slowly and without losing tension.

As soon as the two of them reached the line, a green ball flew towards Choi Hyuk. As soon as he takes it, he squeezes it tightly as it sounds. The blood vessels protrude clear and twitchy.

‘I'm going to do it right. ’

Hanwoojin had a hunch that a completely different sub is coming.

“So, let's play a game of 1 set… Let's go! ”

The ball flew out of the clutches of Choi Hyuk, fearful of the director's command. At the same time, a chill that resembles an ice sculpture flows down Hanwoojin's spine.

Hanwoojin's gaze widened in horror and a ball in the center of the racket appeared.

Papang!

“… 15: 0! ”

Everyone but Choi stopped thinking for a moment. What the hell is going on? It seemed to have deleted only the most recurring sub-scenes of the frames that had been broken down by 0.1 seconds.

‘What a speed...! ’

Hanwoojin's horror of seeing such a ball in front of his eyes added even more. He remembered that at the peak of his peak subspeed was 242 km/h. The highest ranker in the world. Even so, at the time of his admission,

I can't believe you hit me.

Looking at Han Woo-jin looking at himself with a frightening face, Choi Hyuk's eyes spoke.

You can get it, right? ’

End of Genius # 1

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