God of Tennis

Ladies and gentlemen, please transfer your passengers from this station.

‘We're almost there. ’

There is quite a distance between the two stations. Hanwoojin, who was sitting in the cold seat of the subway for less than an hour, wakes up. A bland voice fills the void he left. After 10: 00 p.m., the subway was empty inside.

I didn't have it.

After climbing up the stairs and passing through the toll booth, Han Woo-jin dialed the number that was dialed earlier.

(RRR… oh, you're here?

“Just now. Where do I go now? ”

"Come to Exit 4. I'll be waiting for you.

“Got it.”

Han Woo-jin rolled his foot inside his mouth, rolling the exit number Choi Yeon-Hyuk told him about. Unlike the subway, the station was crowded even though it was late. Maybe there's a lot of nightly businesses and restaurants near the shrine station.

I could barely see those who were wandering around drunk.

As soon as Hanwoojin exited Exit 4, a roughly trained hand was raised over his shoulder. When I turned my head, Choi Hyuk dressed differently was always looking at him.

Loose t-shirt with puffy jeans. Whether it was worn for a long time or the ragged sleeves and crooked trousers, it completely crumpled the image of Choi, who was like a normal nobleman. Han Woo-jin, surprised by the gap, stared at Choi Hyuk.

“What are you looking at? ”

“Aren't you cold like that? ”

A different word came out of Han Woo-jin's mouth. It was so cold that it was still spring. T-shirts and jeans weren't the only temperature to last. Then, Choi Hyeon Hyuk pointed to the Hop House, which was right behind his chin.

“I left it locked up in the shop. You can't keep doing this. ”

“Then let's get inside. ”

They entered the Hop House with a sign, "Chicken in the oven." You see a chair hanging in one corner with no one around. On the other hand, Choi Yeon-Hyuk came to the corner and sat down.

“One marinade, one fridge. Are you okay?”

“Eat all but grilled. ”

“There you go. Here's the spell!”

Choi Yeon-Hyuk lifted his hand and called the clerk. In front of him ordering a drink to eat with the chicken, Han Woo-jin moved his gaze with complex eyes.

‘I thought you had a good life. ’

All he remembered was the glory that Choi Hyuk had earned as a tennis player. Newspapers, TV and Internet articles were not interested in the unpleasant past of Choi Hyuk. Just a record of being a semi-winning South Korean major.

I was busy driving Nice to the top.

I felt like the illusion of Choi Hyuk, who painted it as he wanted, was crumbling one by one. Choi Hyuk spoke to Han Woo-jin, who waited for the chicken to come out and endured an awkward atmosphere.

“Woojin, how many times have you lost so far? ”

“What?"

He was curious about what this meant, but Choi Hyuk's face was not that serious. Choi Hyeon Hyuk said again because Han Woo-jin didn't seem to understand what he was saying.

“Tennis, tennis. How many times have I lost so far? ”

“... I've never counted. ”

Lost once or twice. There was no need to go back a decade to disappear, and even at the end of this period, there was more defeat than victory. No, did he ever win more than he lost in the first place? Choi wondered if he knew how he felt as he receded.

History opened its mouth.

“Yeah? You, too. ”

“What?"

Han Woo-jin stared at me with his face, "What are you talking about?" Choi Hyun-hyuk pouted his head a few times to explain how that gaze was interpreted.

“If I'm stronger, I win. If the opponent is stronger, I lose. I thought it was natural. ”

The opposite of Han Woo-jin. A life structure that is completely contrasted with him who climbs like an evil after hearing that he cannot win several times. Choi Yeon-Hyuk put it on his mouth like it was natural.

“I didn't care if I lost. I thought I could win with a little practice. You can make up for losing now. As a matter of fact, I did.”

Born in an ungrateful environment, Choi Hyuk had more talents than other children. There was a vessel to surpass the children who had attended the academy and received gifted education. Poor skills have improved by learning, and a natural skeleton can age.

Rock has excelled. As an adult, it has become difficult to find enemies in the country.

Humans who are accustomed to climbing, who take it for granted to look down. As Han Woo-jin thought, Choi Yeon-Hyuk belonged to that class. There is no evil in it. It just happened because it was natural to live like that.

“Even a stronger opponent than me can win later. If there's someone I can't win against, that's all I'm saying. ”

Suddenly, Choi Yeon-hyeok lowered from Han Woo-jin's view. No, I felt like I was getting lower. Choi Hyuk's eyes, which seemed to come down from the gaze down from above, evoked such a delusion. For the first time, the height of the two eyes matched.

“I almost lost. To someone who thinks he's weaker than himself. ”

“You won in the end. Did you call me because you were so upset about picking a few games? ”

Hanwoojin also revealed his teeth in the face of the growling history. You leave the content of the match and lose. What kind of athlete doesn't get a sharp edge when they put it in front of their eyes?

But that's not what Choi Hyuk wanted to say. He reaches out his palm to Han Woojin, who is about to pounce and hangs up his tongue.

“No, thanks to you. ”

“What?”

Han Woo-jin's voice and the sound of a sharp, sharp day crashed into the noisy Hop House. Grave speaking Choi Yoon-hyeok was very contrary to Han Woo-jin who was in the preliminary position. It's only a week after the game.

I didn't, but Choi Hyuk looked bigger than before.

“Strong doesn't win. Weak doesn't lose. Winning or losing doesn't just depend on Spec. ”

“ …. ”

It was funny.

From Hanwoojin, who experienced the most meticulous wall due to differences in specs, Choi learned that the height of specs is not absolute.

The intersection between the two was unusual. See each other excel, realize only the flaws in themselves. Whatever they say about relationships like this,

“So? You want to say thank you?" I'd like to get up from here if that's the case. ”

Han Woo-jin felt bad. It wasn't just because he lost. The enemy's skill rises in exchange for his hard work in the match. His personality was not good enough to celebrate something like that.

Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok are different. The way Han Woo-jin has to take ten steps, and Choi Yeon-hyeok can take one to two steps. The user pushes the opposing Pokémon back because it lacks that, too. This can't help but be angry.

“Setpoint 10, game 55, 40: 40. You remember that, don't you? ”

“... Yes. ”

I remember throwing the last serve. Hanwoojin's memory was cut from a green ball that fell from the ceiling against the background.

Choi Hye Hyuk lifted the cup of water and declared it as a dry throat, a voice that digs both straight and sharp.

“You failed to serve at the end. ”

“… who doesn't know that? ”

“That's not what I'm saying. ”

Then what is it?

In front of Han Woo-jin staring, Choi Yeon-Hyuk grinned confidently. The prince smiles like he's dressed up. The detection of Choi Yoon-jin who found his original appearance pointed to Han Woo-jin.

“A serve untouched by a racket is not dealt with as a disadvantage. So it's still 40: 40. ”

Then Han Woo-jin understood what he was trying to say. This is a declaration of war. That day's match is not over, and you haven't won yet.

That's what Choi said.

Then you have to accept it.

Han Woo-jin smiled face to face with the face of his own history. I thought laughter was supposed to be an expression of good feelings? That's exactly what I said.

“You'd be better off just winning. ”

“If you don't win for sure, your back is a bit grumpy. ”

Mutual agreement.

Two hot steaming chickens lay side by side in front of the two people who later postponed their victory or loss. The two reached out at the same time.

Han Woo-jin decided to focus on eating first.

* * *

The awards director was tapping the keyboard in front of the computer without falling asleep late at night. On the monitor were a list of tournaments for which two athletes who had been assigned special management duties.

South Korea was indifferent to tennis competitions. There are few legitimate ATP leagues held in Korea, not to mention world rankers, and hardly any of the most prestigious athletes enter the Korean Games. They're all on the monitor. Futures, de.

The Moon Moon Moon Challenger grade was mixed.

“No matter how much power you have, if those who have no experience receive Sid, they will talk a lot. ”

However, from the Future Qualifications, their stamina and talents were lacking. A Future deserves a Seed in the name of a Wild Card. The former director launched a pop-up window looking for one of the nearest Futures leagues.

[Daegu Open]

1. Competition Name: 2006 Daegu Open International Men's Tennis Futures Competition

2. Contest Period: 2006.6.16 - 6.24

3. Venue: University Tennis Court

4. Prize: $15,000

5. Organizer: ITF, Tennis Association

6. Organized by Daegu Tennis Association

7. Sponsorship: ……

‘This should be good. ’

The former director made fun of the mouse when he decided to open Daegu at the first Future Games in Choi Hyuk. After dragging and copying the content, he stepped away from his computer after bookmarking even the application page that was not yet open.

Han Woo-jin, who is injured and taking a short time to rest, soon returns to his original state. And when he does, we'll have a competition ready for him again.

But there's still time. The former director recalled the faces of two young athletes who had talent once again pulled a chair in front of the computer. Fitness Training Program, Weight Training Schedule, Nutrition Diet… I still had a lot of work to do.

It was three hours after the keyboard was muted in the room of the award-winning director.

End

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