God of Tennis

“64! Set Choi History! ”

In the loud auditorium, one of the new turns was silent. At first, because someone won, all the chattering players were staring down their coats, their faces stiffened like a stone statue. They couldn't keep their mouths open.

Above the coat was Han Woo-jin, who leaned down with his hands on his knees soaked in sweat, and, in contrast to him, there was a sound of breath.

Up to 2 and 3 games were the two that were in a tight match somehow. But that balance began to break down in four games. Yet all he could win was four games thanks to Sparrow.

SP 35/410

Thanks to the four games won, the sublevel rose to 11 and Sparrow's ammunition was left with two shots.

All serves other than the Sparrow are lost to the Return Ace. After all, Han Woo-jin knew that he was floating in front of the road, but he had to take a step.

And the balance between the two that were exchanged one game at a time with each other in the sub-sphere was finally broken by the genius of the most epic epistemological discovery of Sparrow's orbit. Although there was no return ace, the more the rally continued, the less chance Han Woo-jin had of winning.

's score was not allowed.

I feel sweaty on my cheeky face, breathing down my shoulders. The hand holding the racket trembled with the limit of grip, and the muscles in the calf were twitching at will.

Can I just say that this is what a player looks like after only one set?

But no one in the auditorium laughed.

What if he's better than that ugly rookie? It was a battle that no one could nod.

About 30 minutes after the start of the match.

Choi Yeon-Hyuk was able to accept the sparrow, and Han Woo-jin had cleaned up the floors that had been piled up nicely. The remaining one set of wins and losses seemed to be fixed.

The world of sports is cold. It is natural for an injured player to be targeted for injuries. Han Woo-jin was running out of stamina. I feel sorry for Han Woo-jin, who has absolutely no intention of abstaining, and the awards director

You followed the game.

“Set 2 begins! Serve from Han Woo-jin!”

The ball is caught in the wrong hands. Even throwing it up screams at the expense of the body.

However, Han Woo-jin managed to hit the sub and hit the return ace.

I had no intention of quitting.

* * *

There was a one-sided match.

Bam... Bam... Bam... Bam!

After going back and forth a few times over the net, the ball eventually slaps its coat and plunges into the outskirts. Hanwoojin's racket, which was swinging out of his way, rolls out of his grip and onto the floor. I could not resist the reactions, so I was shaking my head.

But it even looked splenic.

Some of the seats tightly gripped their fists as they watched Han Woojin's desperate musical struggle.

It's just a game, right? That's enough, isn't it? ’

This question was floating in the head of Han Woo-jin as well as the watchers. A match is not just a big competition, but a practice match inside a vehicle. Why are you so desperately clinging to it?

The temptation in my head began to cunningly draw power from Hanwoojin's body. My body and mind refused a struggle after returning to taste only victory. The grip gradually slips out of Hanwoojin's hands, whether he picked up the racket from the ground.

Then came the sub of Choi Yeon-hyeok.

Bam!

‘You have to take it...’

The body unconsciously runs toward the ball. Hanwoojin's body moved to receive the ball, even though his breath was rising out of his throat, even though the uniform turned into a wet mop pulled on his skin. The ball bounced from the coat to the center of the racket.

Tongue!

But it wasn't the ball that flew, it was Hanwoojin's racket. The ball rolls down, unable to turn over the net, because the exhausted grip missed the racket.

“Game history! 02! Han Woojin Serve!”

Should we give up?

Han Woo-jin seriously considered quitting. It didn't have to be spent in this match that was just a practice match. I knew it was a no-win contest. Holding his legs on his coat was only one internal comeback, refusing to back off.

It was.

Vibrating arms, blurred vision, and an unpleasant feeling of sweaty skin.

But most of all, it was different to press down on Han Woojin's shoulders.

HP 640/1920 SP 35/410

A state spear that provides an objective reading of his remaining strength.

HP 1310/2400 SP 640/640

Moreover, the power to let even the capabilities of the enemy at a glance was the greatest adversity faced by Han Woojin.

Let's stop.

I felt like a whispering window with only letters and numbers. It was too late, and he said he didn't have enough time and effort.

‘I know that much. ’

A criminal cannot defeat a genius. Who feels more frustrated than Han Woo-jin who spent 10 years trying to realize this natural proposition?

No matter how special the power was, the wall of genius was so high. Moreover, Choi Hye Hyuk was already the first person in the country who was hard to find enemies.

- Come on, let's quit. Here, one step at a time. Collect XP by practice and level up during matches. If we lose now, we can win later, right? The power of this system can promise you that.

It was indeed a sweet temptation.

To Han Woo-jin, who was thoroughly destroyed even his remaining pride, the hopeful future that the power of the status window came even more desperately.

The desperately punched serve was hit by all the rising.

The Smash is ridiculous when it comes back to Bali.

After pushing back to the lobby base line, the perfect drop shot was broken by Choi Hyuk, who returned in just three steps.

Even the sparrow, which promised absolute scoring, has been restored.

It was a reality that was insufficient to push the spirit of Hanwoojin into the abyss, which was taken by the energetic body and system.

... But I didn't want to just give up.

I've been living on the mud for 10 years.

I risked my life for one tennis game without giving in to the concerns of my family.

In a match that would have run more than a thousand times, there had never been a match that Han Woo-jin had declared to quit.

So, um...

Shut up for a second. ’

You energize your squeaking fingers. The grip of the racket twisted in Hanwoojin's mouth is crumpled to the ground.

In the past, for the first time, Han Woo-jin ‘turned off’ the status window.

The letters and numbers disappeared and his mind was open. Even the heat rising from behind the throat was refreshing. My legs twitching like they were about to collapse. Because of the loss of the window that puts reality in front of his eyes, his mental strength is in his body.

I was on the prowl. There was a runner's high. The peculiar vitality that Han Woo-jin was experiencing was close to such a psychological cultivation phenomenon.

He took a deep breath and lifted his gaze, straightening his back while he was bending. The red face raises its fierce tail.

‘I've been a fool ever since I tried to go head-to-head. Whatever the system is, I should have done it myself. ’

I held the racket sideways and grabbed the ball. It was his turn to serve.

No frontal battles. If you call Han Woo-jin an infantry, Choi Yeon-Hyuk is like a chariot. If you bump into it from the front, it will end up shattering into nothing.

"I'll play tricks on you. ’

Hanwoojin smiles, with a strange face that looks like it's twisted in rain somewhere.

* * *

Is that far enough?

Choi Hye Hyuk let out his breath while calming the excitement that had been lifted. It's been a long time since I've been able to use my skills, but I'm a little short of my normal breathing. Testimonials that the player who dealt with it had good skills.

I was also a beggar.

Han Woo-jin.

It was only when he struck an odd serve during the entrance exam that he caught the eye of history. A frightening serve that not only makes even Choi Hyuk succeed, but also doesn't even have the confidence to receive it.

How excited I was about the presence of someone my own age to do that.

Since I was a child, I could do anything. It is too common to beat a senior in middle school, so it is not even a legend. When I was a high school student, I enrolled in the tennis courts of professional players in the name of friendly competition.

I broke his nostrils.

The Hundred Hundred Hundred and Hundred.

It was inevitable that arrogance was inevitable for a young genius to build such a record.

‘There are no proper tennis players in Korea. ’

It didn't take long to make that decision. His talent and skill was impervious to anyone's control, and he protected his arrogance thoroughly.

One day, I heard good news about Choi Yeon-Hyuk, who continued to have an outstanding career at the domestic junior competition.

― President of NK Products says he's working on something substantial to sponsor.

The news from one of the NK-market athletes was enough to lead the most radical steps. The cost to a tennis player to be a pro was not at the level that his/her home situation could follow. But the chairman of NK Products,

If you become a sponsor, it was just the price of gum.

The history of Choi, who was about to show her outstanding appearance and highlight her values. There, for the first time, he meets an intriguing player.

It's Han Woo-jin.

‘The height is 177 to 178cm. The body size is moderately agile... but the length of the arms and legs is not long. But it's pretty good. ’

On the contrary, even though he had a falling physical, Hanwoojin's competence resulted in enough matches to be compared to him.

I didn't know from then on that I had come to expect a opponent who could be called 'rival'.

I was fortunate to join a test league a few days after joining.

In the league, Hanwoojin climbs to the finals without difficulty and confronts him.

So I decided to take this opportunity to judge.

Whether Han Woo-jin is a worthy opponent of Choi Yeon-hyeok himself.

‘… Was that not expected? ’

It was a good situation to see you almost won. But what I felt was a strange disappointment. After running out, expecting to catch up, no one looked back.

Choi Hyuk lifted his racket with an empty expression somewhere. Unless the opposing Pokémon withdraws, a thorough step is required to end the move.

Hanwoojin's stamina was already close to the floor. Just returning the powerless serve to the strong stroke will win the battle.

An unwavering mental strength? In the unlikely event of victory, it was futile to try.

It was at that moment that Yeon-hyeok Choi, who was coldly thinking of the end of the match, sensed the transition.

The two eyes met.

‘… What? ’

Choi took a step back without me even knowing it. The opposing Pokémon's pupils glow strangely until just now.

What should be astonished is Han Woo-jin's ability to turn him away, or Choi Woo-jin's ability to detect even the most unpredictable threat of euthanasia.

Hanwoojin throws the ball.

The trajectory of the racket that was swinging towards the falling ball was rougher than before. It was evidence that it was consumed as much as health would be consumed.

Choi Yoon-Hyuk ran away, kicking the anxiety that grabbed his ankle.

That's how the third set of games started.

End of Genius # 3

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