God of Tennis

Suddenly, Song Ryu's voice stopped Han Woo-jin's chopsticks, which were busy moving.

“Han Woo-jin, can I ask you something? ”

Han Woo-jin chewed up the roasted curd and rice balls before returning the answer. It was rude to keep something in your mouth.

“Just ask me for the price of a steamed egg. ”

“Haha, you've got jokes. When I first saw it, I didn't think I'd get a needle in it. ”

No kidding. Hanwoojin raises his eyebrows slightly. He put down his chopsticks and said, "Do you know the look on his face?"

“Why did you become a tennis player? ”

“… I'm not sure what that means. ”

I don't think you want to be the first answer here, but you were the first recipient. Neither an ordinary nor a professional could ask another professional. Han Woo-jin didn't know the answer to the question, so he blurred.

Then Song Joon asked again with a little child's face. He seemed to be in a hurry, waiting for his grades to be graded after taking the test.

“A lot of people play tennis. But isn't it rare for you to become a player? ”

“Well, yeah. ”

Hanwoojin nods in favor of his words.

No matter how many people dream of being a sports star from childhood, even a star is just a handful of people who become a professional. Among them, there is a handful of Stars. Sometimes the placenta does not exist at all.

“Then everyone who is an athlete has a motive. He's been raised that way since he was a kid, or for some reason. Or had to be. ”

In Song Joon's last sentence, Han Woo-jin remembered someone's face. A friend who realizes his talents and uses them as a platform for success. The face of history, as confident as you are now that you are one step ahead of yourself.

Talents above a certain level become karma. What you can do well and what you like can be different. But is it possible for someone with a genius to leave the field?

The conversation with Song Joon raised one sudden question. Is it because the genius Choi Yeon-hyeok likes tennis?

It was unpredictable as Han Woo-jin.

“I'm curious about Han Woo-jin's reasons. No one else, just Han Woo-jin. ”

Song standard's reckless voice rescues him from the sea of accidents. Hanwoojin stopped eating and said with his chin clenched.

“Let me ask you one question. Why are you so interested in me? Against a rookie who's only played two or three? ”

Han Woo-jin wanted to know it before answering. Why Song Joon is so obsessed with himself. Only 3 times, to be precise, where is the room to stand up to the new player, Han Woo-jin, who has never competed only 2 times?

Song Joon answered without hesitation as if it were an expected question.

“I didn't have much experience. ”

“… Hmm. ”

Han Woo-jin was speechless. As he said, Han Woo-jin hasn't won a single award since junior high. That meant that nothing had been revealed since I was a child. Song Joon-hyeon was curious. Seed has no experience.

Any new athlete who has received and showcased his amazing skills will be questioned.

Whether he accepted Han Woo-jin's silence as a positive, Song Kyun pushed forward and urged an answer.

“Probably nothing as a child. But I'm that strong now. What I'm curious about is the secret. ”

I tried to remain calm, but the excitement of Song standard was revealed because of the mix of respect and average. Hanwoojin suddenly felt a slight reluctance as he took a sudden step inward.

Moreover, this was also a story that he had been repeating in his mind several times.

What if there wasn't a system? '

The question they're asking is, are they motivated or something? He wants to know why he went over the wall of talent for a great reason. But in fact, what Hanwoojin had was an unidentified cheat called the System.

Can we call it talent? 10 years of regret, 10 years of despair.

It took too much to compress into just one word.

“… you can try. ”

In the end, Han Woo-jin had no choice but to answer with such ambiguous words. I know it's not what Song Joon wants, but it wasn't a good story to tell.

However, Song standard's reaction greatly exceeded Han Woo-jin's expectations.

“Phew, I envy you. ”

“Yes?”

Han Woo-jin's face turned dull and silent. It was because of the opponent's hastily protruding words.

What do you mean you're jealous?

Song Kyun immediately said, then cleared the question of Han Woo-jin.

“I'm sure Hanwoojin has been through a lot. For the sake of a past that has no experience, I think it's relatively recent to fully evolve your skills. ”

It was true. Unlike the first impression, Song Joon thought very quickly. Anyone can deduce it, but he has a terrible short process of deduction. Han Woo-jin had his name on his head for the first time, except for Okuda.

He was a rare player. If I had a racket, I would have judged its skill, but unfortunately, the racket is in my accommodation. I thought I could see it after I met it on my coat.

“I envy people who have been able to work steadily ever since I was unsure of success. Even if it wasn't Han Woo-jin. even if you're not a tennis player. ”

His atmosphere was heavy. Song Joon spoke in a voice that sounded like he had a drink.

“It's no surprise, it's no brag. I have a lot of money at home. Maybe I could play and eat till I die? ”

So what do you want me to do? Han Woo-jin looked at him like he was a drunk. Song Joon laughed as if he didn't want to make excuses, then opened his mouth again.

“So I didn't study properly, and it's a game of booze, so I spent my time doing just that. Nothing I wanted to do, nothing I had to do, so I had to play. ”

Hanwoojin realized.

Song Joon is not bragging right now. Rather, I was helping myself. I was laughing at the years that I had blown up playing with nothing. Only a strange sensation of vanity tickled Hanwoojin's mind.

“It's hard to get started now that you've grown up. The university will be finished. I started with the fat body, and I found out what I was going to do. ”

That was tennis, Song Joon took a gesture like he was swinging a racket.

You must have swung it countless times. His palm, which caught Hanwoojin's eye, was dense with stiff flesh. The skin on the knuckles of my fingers cannot be peeled, so it shines.

This guy didn't try? Hanwoojin wonders: At least a few years were the hands of a man who held a racket in his hand. The stiff flesh disappears surprisingly quickly after a break from exercise.

However, Song Joon's hand was that of the player who had repeated violent practice and competition until recently. Hanwoojin's gaze was almost similar to his own.

“I've worked hard so far. I quit living like a broken man, I registered to compete a few times, and I got a little bit back from broken relationships. ”

“Isn't that enough? ”

I said, "What do you want to say?" In Hanwoojin's urge, Song Joon finally vomited the problems that were on his insides.

“I think that's my limit. I'm not getting any better than this."

He was saying that he was too late.

* * *

One extra 3: 00 p.m.

On his way back to the lodge on foot, Han Woo-jin thought about Song Joon, who we had just talked about.

The story ends blurrily. In the beginning, Song Joon seemed to want to do something for someone in the same industry. You wanted to throw up on yourself for missing the time to be talented.

Moreover, Han Woo-jin couldn't understand Song standard. He's always been desperate. There was no way to understand the values ​ ​ of song standards that had been wasted while enjoying relaxation from the beginning.

‘I'm late...' ’

If he had been before he came back, he would have insisted on making more of an effort while he was still worrying. It was Han Woo-jin who had a strange experience of returning to the past, so I could think more carefully.

I went pro in a sport that I just started doing as a hobby, and only after I became a pro did I realize that I couldn't go back to the past I had missed. A broken path for a better fighter.

What's wrong? Lack of responsibility for putting a racket down so easily on a pro's path? Or a past you haven't tried in a long time?

I thought it was a problem for others to talk about. Just as Song Joon doesn't know Han Woo-jin, Han Woo-jin doesn't know how Song Joon-jin feels.

Even in the past, Hanwoojin who burns youth in a tennis court was also foolish. It was not unusual for someone to quit because they were bored. He had widened his gaze since he was younger.

‘But you won't be able to empathize. ’

If Song Joon was a tennis hobby, it was life for Han Woo-jin. Song Geun-jin, who had started at leisure and had just run from beginning to end, were completely at the vantage point.

I saw a black suit familiar to Hanwoojin as he was walking to the hotel entrance. One hand with a notebook, walking straight ahead without shaking. Agent Shin Se-yeon, Walker Holic.

I sighed deeply.

“You told me to take a break? ”

“Oh, Ms. Woojin. ”

Zec looked back at him. For a woman, she was a little taller than Han Woo-jin, at least one finger was different.

“Did you buy new clothes? Other than sportswear, you look great in it. ”

I did it because I said I only wear sportswear. Han Woo-jin immediately said to whom he wanted to say something.

“Is Se-yeon wearing anything other than a suit?"

“? An agent is a suit. ”

Han Woo-jin almost nodded his head without me knowing. It was like that. Is it because every agent in the movie comes out dressed in a cool black suit?

That's why Shin Se-yeon always wore suits. He smiled at her first impression of collapsing as he found out.

“Have you seen the game so far? ”

“Yes, nothing out of the ordinary. ”

Shin Se-yeon shook her left eyebrow as if she were invisible. It was a habit of getting unsatisfactory results. They boarded a new arrival elevator and chose the number of floors. The rooms were different, but the floors were the same.

In a quiet elevator, he offered to get rid of the awkward emotions that had arisen after speaking with Song Joon.

“If you're done for the day, do you want to go to a cafe? While I'm at it, I'll scratch one more time. ”

The eyes that were gently bent were wide open. Shin Se-yeon seemed to think for a moment, then nodded. I didn't know which judgments I was accepting. She spoke to him in a howling voice.

“Eating caffeine will interfere with tomorrow's competition. ”

Han Woo-jin replied as if he had waited. In her nature, this question was an example.

“Let's just have some lemonade, then.... Did you record the whole game today? ”

Hanwoojin felt anxious for some reason when he saw the camera lens flashing in Shin Se-yeon's work bag. Perhaps, she smiles and wedges.

“I'll see you at the cafe later. ”

Then she was like this. Shin Se-yeon leaves the elevator in a slightly lighter step and disappears into her room.

Hanwoojin even forgot all the worries he was doing, and held a visit with a shopping bag or two.

Hanwoojin, who was about to leave the room, grabbed the racket on the table.

Should I just wallpaper? ’

After going to the cafe, Han Woo-jin put the racket in his bag and left the room. Even though the two men and women took the time to meet separately, Mood was not able to find them.

There were few men and women who were more compatible with the word "Yooseong". Maybe this was their own partnership.

End

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