God of Tennis

“The sprain on the right wrist. He jumped too hard and his legs muscles were pretty bad, too. He told me to rest for at least three weeks, not practice, not compete. ”

The award-winning supervisor looked at the doctor's opinion and spoke informally. As his voice went forward, there was an old man patting his white beard. He was the general chairman of NK Products, the owner of a logistics company within five fingers of Korea.

“Haha... He seemed like a calm young man, but there he was. ”

After watching the video of the contest with Han Woo-jin, he did not take a moment to smile at his mouth. It meant that their contest was satisfying for the chairman. Even a tribute that I've known for a long time, seeing you like this,

It was my first time.

With his eyes closed, he recalled their rally and asked the former director.

“Director, what do you think would have happened if Han Woo-jin had played dirty in the first place? ”

The awards director was also the one who had thought about it. There was nothing more meaningless in the world of sport than winning or losing an already meaningless match, but everyone loved doing that meaningless thing.

What would have happened if Han Woo-jin had dragged the match into a DirtyPlay-focused psychological battle instead of a frontal battle? The simulation unfolded in the head of the former director.

Perhaps Choi Hyuk, who is accustomed to formal play, would have lost his stamina and his pace because he couldn't adapt easily, and Han Woo-jin would have gone from being more fit to two sets.

In keeping with Han Woo-jin's desperate actions, Choi Yeon-hyeok began to rise from the middle of the two sets. If I had played it casually from the meadow, I might have been able to block even the most dramatic events.

I finished the calculations and opened my mouth.

“There's a seven to three chance that Woojin will win. It was so overwhelming that the empirical side of the story was lacking. ”

Choi Yeon-hyeok has been so outstanding so far. That's why I never lost, and I never lost. As a result of not even giving someone a gap to grab their ankle, it creates a gap that even they don't know about.

As a result, the body shot that Han Woojin stabbed went right through the gap.

“You're both new, but you have the opposite style. Choi Yeon-hyeol, who dominates with frontal battles, and Han Woo-jin who walks through psychological wars. They're very funny young people. ”

The chairman grinned and patted his chin several times. The director nodded a few times at his assessment as well.

Maybe I was surprised that even the director had watched hundreds of tennis players and exhibited the exact opposite style as if he was facing his back.

The chairman, who had kept his mouth shut comparing the styles of the two people, said again after about five minutes.

“What do you think? Choi Yeon-hyeok and Han Woo-jin. Which side has more views? ”

As his director, he asked for views of two of the players he managed. Who can go higher, who can go faster. It meant to tell me what the upper limit was as a athlete. The director closed his eyes quietly. The concern did not last long.

“The talents of history are the best in the country. I've never seen a more tennis worthy player than him. ”

“I see. That's what I thought. ”

Arms and legs that are 6 inches long and tight. Powerful Awakening and Power, with reflective nerves capable of responding to high speed rallies.

A genius close to a mutation born in a small land called Korea is Choi Yeon-hyeok. Judging by talent, the comparison itself is not established unless the World Ranker is engaged. Neither the general chairman nor the former director knew that much.

“But... I don't know about Woojin. I've never seen such a style of player. I don't know how we're going, I don't know how we've grown. ”

I don't know. The evaluation that the awards director gave while watching Han Woo-jin resulted in one sentence. In a way, it was also the most accurate assessment. No matter how brilliant you think you are, you'll come back 10 years ago and have all these strange powers.

You mean it.

It was impossible for the second group to assess Han Woo-jin's talents at a glance. The former chairman, who accepted the director's assessment, said.

“So isn't this fun? I'm surprised you don't know anything at this age. Besides, that fight, you said you saw the referee, right? ”

“Yes, sir. ”

The general chairman looked at the tribute with his deep eyes, which he thought would penetrate into the human mind.

“Yoohyeok Choi and Han Woo-jin. Who are you cheering for and watching the game? ”

“ …. ”

I couldn't answer the awards ceremony. It was because the General's question had sharply penetrated his mind. Clearly, the superior was the most historic side. Hanwoojin's relentless, relentless approach to weakness may frown as he sees it.

I was.

However, the answer simply came out when you asked who was on the hot side of the audience.

“This way, Woojin. ”

“So am I. This old man showed me a game so hot that I forgot how old he was. ”

Desperate to keep up with tactics and efforts such as desperate running, relentless intolerance in desperate situations, and poor talent and skills. It was Han Woo-jin who matched the word "dramatic."

The general chairman clenched his fists a few times and pulled out the heat that was still there. His voice calms down and digs into the former director's ears.

“First of all, find out what contest Choi Yeon-hyeok will enter. Han Woo-jin should schedule a contest considering when the injury is all better. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

They only show this much performance in practice matches. He thought it would be easy to defeat the national competition, and he tightened his ten-fingered clasp like a relic.

* * *

- You idiot, don't you think you should run?

Han Woo-jin smiled as he recalled the resounding voice of the traditional director. Even now, when I think of the shout at that time, my body was so tense that I felt a tingle. But he didn't say he was wrong. Once again, even if I face the situation, Han Woo-jin

I did not intend to choose the option of abstinence.

‘Whatever your excuses, you lost. ’

If there's anything as vain as the word, Hanwoojin shakes his head to erase the possibility of an IF rising in his mind. The power dissipation in the two sets was amazing enough to surprise even himself.

Based on Dirty Play, psychology was a key tactic for Hanwoojin. After gaining the power of the system, he had a taste for the frontal battle until he returned to his beginnings after a battle with Choi Hyuk.

- No practice for a while. Don't let your body get hurt and go home. Don't go too far when you call, tick-tock.

‘Yes.'

Han Woo-jin, who fainted while standing after a match with Choi Yeon-hyeok, opened his eyes the next day on the hospital bed. When I woke up, Ringer was in my forearm. I had a feeling that I couldn't give out my stamina at all, but I passed out standing there.

It was the first time, even in 10 years.

Hanwoojin was able to leave the hospital gate after a week of physical therapy of muscles and inflammation of the right wrist. Gibbs didn't, but his right wrist is heavily bandaged to prevent further inflammation from excessive movement.

It was.

The sun was already setting when I got home because I had received a thorough diagnosis and massage from the hospital. Hanwoojin opened the door with the password he had learned the last time he received a strange gaze from his family.

Beevik.

“I've been back.”

“Are you home? ”

Hanyura, who was lying on the living room couch watching TV, shook her head. Seeing that there was no popularity other than her, it seemed that her parents were out. Han Woo-jin entered his room without much thought.

When I opened the door, I saw myself in a neatly arranged room, even without him. I could see how well the flat floor was cleaned.

‘Mother...’

Han Woo-jin also thought that he was family, so I felt heartbroken. He lowers his bag for a moment and lies prone on his bed, returning shortly. I whispered in my mind a lot of things. 2 sets of limited physical strength, Choi History, Tennis, Systems...

I lay down to rest, but my head aches.

With Hanwoojin's ears trying to make eye contact somehow, he heard the door open. It seemed like my parents had come back.

“Is Woojin here? ”

“Yes, I just got here. ”

Father staring at his bandaged arm quietly, Mother rushes over and carefully touches her wrist. I was always worrying about the same warm landscape. I want Han Woo-jin to look at my father with worrying eyes.

I handed him a horse.

“Do you want to go out for some eel later? ”

Han Woo-jin's sudden suggestion made my father and mother's eyes flutter. Seeing their appearance, Han Woo-jin smiled shyly somewhere.

300,000 KRW for the semi-winning NK Product Test League.

That was the first income that Han Woo-jin earned as a tennis player back 10 years ago.

End

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