God of Tennis

“ What happened? ”

Shin Se-yeon's voice was quiet. She had no feelings for Okuda Ryosuke, just the perception that Han Woojin was a little concerned. The good word is dumb, and the bad word is insensitive.

Okuda scratches her back with a shrugged face, returning her answer.

“We meet again like Mo, how is it that you don't seem pleased? ”

“There's no reason for me to be happy. ”

“ … ”

In response to the graveyard, Okuda remains frozen. This was not an iron wall. This was an ice wall. I felt like I had rubbed it once and worn a statue. I wanted to make a crack at the stabbing, but my stabbing finger froze completely.

Of course, Shin Se-yeon said without thinking. What's there to do with sleeping with someone you've only met once?

She lacked experience and attachment compared to her peculiar specs. The peculiar poker face was a expressionless expression because it just didn't know how to return the right response.

“Well, let's just say I'm here to scout. Coach Sato is a must-see player. ”

“Ms. Woojin? ”

Okuda nods immediately.

When Han Woo-jin became the subject of the conversation, he sank his playful face. Shin Se-yeon saw such a transformation in front of her eyes and thought that she was also a professional. People who can become more serious than anyone else in the realm of tennis.

While their brief conversation was interrupted, the host's voice announced the start of the match. At the same time, a loud voice echoes across the court to the audience.

“Here we go. ”

“ … Yes. ”

Expectation class, questioning class.

Shin Se-yeon saw Han Woo-jin punching the sub with straight eyes.

* * *

Han Woo-jin struck from the start with as much power as the sub.

Sublevel 12 is a good number of domestic athletes. I had never seen a world ranker before, so I couldn't compare it to them, but at least none of the players I encountered had sublevels higher than 10.

Only Choi Hyuk confirmed that he had recently reached 10. However, there was something different about Han Woo-jin.

"When you reached Skill Level 10, didn't you create a special skill?" Am I the only one? ’

Choi Hye Hyuk's specialty was the only recipe he showed in his fight. I looked at his status window several times after I reached sublevel 10, but nothing changed. Han Woo-jin was able to see that he still didn't know much about this ability.

But I knew one thing. The fact that you can have yourself on the sub.

Boom!

The ball fell off the outside of the service coat of the utilization, leaving the coat before even reacting. The match opened with an Ace of Service with a cool ball sound.

“15: 0! ”

The sub is a powerful offensive vehicle, but it is also the most reliable way to demonstrate his or her skills.

Lee Jong-un's face sank dark as he peered into a sub room. The ability to distinguish your competency difference from your opponent in any field is essential. Lee Yong-un just found out that Han Woo-jin is the owner of the skill of laughing at him.

I still couldn't give up on being called a pro. Lee Yong-un lowered his posture to catch up with Sagrad and somehow join the rally.

‘Mind is fine... but that's not enough for me. ’

Who knows that better than anyone? Han Woo-jin overlapped himself with the angled image of Yong-un. Han Woo-jin gave a toast to the ball, trying to get caught.

Bam!

This time, the ball that flew towards the center instead of the side rises violently. Lee Yong-un barely turned his body to the side and set things right.

Tongue!

You're right.

In contrast, Hanwoojin, who stared at the ball in the air with his embarrassing face, stared at the ball with his expressionless face. Hanwoojin watched the ball slowly fall and hit the ball with more strength in his forearm.

Bam!

“30: 0! ”

A clumsy acknowledgement rather wreaks misery on the target. If you make a mistake, don't miss it, but if you show weakness, it is a sporting courtesy to stab straight away. Han Woo-jin gripped his lips and lifted the ball up again, seeing Lee Yong-un staring at this side.

Sparrow didn't even have to use it. The sub of Hanwoojin itself was a sufficient crystal blow.

If you constantly adjust the point of impact, it will be impossible for people with slower reaction rates to cope.

It was a moment when the Service Coat of Yong-un's tapped serve finished a game.

“Game Hanwoojin! 10! ”

[Overwhelming Play! Get 1 random stat for winning a game against a Pro in the full tournament.]

Hanwoojin looked at the status window when he heard the beep in his head and noticed that his stamina stat had risen by 1. It was strange that the breath that I was about to take was immediately sinking.

The two players turn in opposite directions and cross the net. to change the coat and sub-zones.

I can clearly see the tendon protruding above the back of Yong-un's hand walking across the street. Maybe he's holding back his anger.

Everyone is angry when they lose, and fun when they win.

I've been living with anger for 10 years. So don't pick him up like that for a while.

‘If you're going to give up that much, that's it. ’

Thoroughly demolishes. The owner of a technique that would have had to give or take up an equally unequal physical workshop before the system was acquired. The opposing Pokémon can't even battle now. Hanwoojin lowered his body as he felt the sensation of heaviness.

“Game 2, Play Serving Used! ”

Lee Yong-un threw the ball up hard. The difference in the dominant sublevel draws the opponent's sub trajectory into the air. Hanwoojin took a few steps toward the landing point before the racket even touched the ball. This is prediction, not prediction.

Bam!

It was almost simultaneous for Hanwoojin to be in position and for the ball to fall at his feet. It's not uncommon for an amateur to miss the ball he sent me to hit him like this.

Hanwoojin, who waited for the ball to reach a reasonable height, strikes the ball that was floating parallel to his arm. A flat for striking the ground in a straight line. Bounds in this case bounce enormously high.

Boom!

With the sound of a balloon popping, the ball protruding from the floor flew higher than Yong-un's head. Lee Yong-un only stared at the ball which fell further than the base line with a worthless face.

“0: 15! ”

Return Ace. There's nothing like an Ace to show off your car. Service Ace, Return Ace. Either way, you scored enough to keep your opponent's strength down.

‘It's over.'

Hanwoojin saw Lee Yong-un's lack of firearms in his eyes, kicking his tongue lightly. Personally, I didn't like this ending. I didn't intend to practice tenacity or psychology, but I wanted you to show me how to run to the end.

Pulsating serve, weak footwork, and limp shoulders.

In order to erase the appearance of the opposing team as quickly as possible, Hanwoojin raises his gear even further.

Bam!

It is a sub that flies with all its might, but it is not enough. Hit them all with a rising to steal points with the Return Ace. 0: 30.

The bounce of the weak sub is low. Turning over the net with a drop shot, Yongwoon's late-run racket split the air. 0: 40

Taking three points in a snap, Hanwoojin once again smashed the overhead sub into a smash. The opposing Pokémon's attitude is unpleasant. They don't chase the ball with their eyes.

"Game Hanwoojin! 20! Sub-chain!"

[Overwhelming Play! Increases the experience of skills used to win a game.]

[Opponent has lost all heart. There is a tremendous train. Significantly decreases EXP gains.]

It was the second notification window that made Han Woo-jin's face look dull. It was that there was little to gain in the game against the Sewers. Notifications in the status window did not clearly indicate those figures. But the word is "massive."

Above that, the EXP acquisition was close to zero.

'It's hard to grow simply by repeating the match. Maybe practice is better than low level competitions.'

It seemed to be growing comfortably enough already, but the human mind wants to lie down when it sits down, and after lying down, it wants to sleep. It's still a long way to go and the notifications for Han Woo-jin are quite close now.

Without hesitation, he threw the ball back into the air, holding the green ball back with the sub-sphere firmly. First, it was a matter of clearing your mind after this match.

Boom!

The serve intensified by a slight anxiety knocked the left service coat of Yong-eun, who was loosening his gaze. A pointless Service Ace.

Should I resent the opposition's unwillingness, or blame my skills for being greatly improved in a short period of time.

The match, which was impossible to find for fun, began to flow unilaterally.

The scoreboard and the voice of the referee only summoned Han Woojin's score, and the crowd came to enjoy the game but remained silent in the overwhelming game.

After the first set was finished at 60, Lee Yong-un stepped off his coat and toward the referee. It was a step that allowed anyone to know the purpose.

Only Hanwoojin's cold, sunken eyes pursue his feeble footsteps.

It was a really boring match. Is this what it's like to win, or do you want to win?

End

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