God of Tennis

On July 25, there were some clear clouds. The ground was not so hot, thanks to the clouds covering up the sunlight that was pouring out. Han Woo-jin happily accepted the good weather today.

He waited a moment for the fourth war to begin, and looked across from his coat at Song standard. Song Joon seemed almost as motivated as he said yesterday. It is hard to work hard to live in a present where progress has not been made even after trying. He said, uh...

It seemed to have been serious.

Han Woo-jin didn't think of anything to say. I can't see, so I can't move forward. What's he talking about?

But I felt like I had to say something.

“Ms. Song, ”

“Yes?”

He opens the eyes of a clumsy face, wondering if Han Woo-jin didn't expect to speak in this situation.

“I'm not someone to say anything to Song Joon-ssi."

I'm not very talented at what anyone says. I can't even afford to look away. At least when others are relaxed and feeling overwhelmed, we should not even walk. Effort cannot surpass talent, but time can be gained. Build some time.

It is Han Woo-jin's way to get over the wall.

Song standard was a better athlete. Han Woojin's ‘Eye’ and Song Joon's past proved that.

Shipping Standards

Strength 50/HP 53/Agility 49

HP 2055/2120 SP 360/360

Forehand: 6/20

Backhand: 5/20

Sub-Level: 6/20

Bali Level: 5 of 20

Smash Level: 5/20

Dropshot Level: 4 of 20

Robe Level: 5/20

Special Skill: None

‘If I had started when I was younger... it might have been quite dangerous. ’

He said he had caught a racket since high school. It was great to start practicing before elementary school to become a player, even though it was so late.

A little day appeared in Hanwoojin's voice. Although moderately alleviated, his inferiority to his talents was deeply rooted.

“Like everyone said, I never got good grades, but I kept practicing. ”

I wanted to call Song Joon's words "full." If he hadn't shown his face seriously suffering, Han Woo-jin might have skipped lunch yesterday.

One small word from someone could have been as if he were cutting out the heart for someone else. Song standard's words were disgusting to Han Woojin who had suffered a devastating failure despite his efforts since he was a child.

“You can't afford to live as relaxed as anyone, so you can't redeem yourself for being out of tennis. ”

For Han Woo-jin, tennis was life itself. What can Han Woo-jin do now that he's quit tennis? I couldn't study again, and I had to open my hands to try something.

There was no turning back now. You can keep going forward, or you can keep going down. There were only two paths left for him.

‘What happened to my head back then. ’

The future Han Woo-jin lived in despair. I sold the racket knowing that when I quit tennis, I would be completely worthless. It must have been so hard to even think about myself now.

“If you think I've been trying without any worries, you're wrong. ”

I could tell him one thing for sure.

It could have been the will of any tennis player who burned both youth and youth and left nothing behind. It was the screams of Han Woo-jin's past that he had tried and failed.

“Maybe it's too late or not. I wasn't the only one who could afford to worry about it."

If I was late, I would be late from the time I started tennis. I felt it when the end of the road that I had walked without turning my eyes since I was a child. If it had been Han Woo-jin who had not returned, I might have envied Song Joon's quick resignation.

Then came the opportunity to start again. To Han Woo-jin, who stepped back on a failed path once again, Song Joon is a simple young madman.

Song Joon listened to Han Woo-jin. The unknown weight in his voice crushes Song Ryu's collar, leaving him speechless.

Before the words of Han Woo-jin disappeared, there was a loud loudspeaker beating both of their eardrums.

It was an announcement that it was time for the match.

* * *

The coin toss implemented by placing the sub-volume returned to the victory of Hanwoojin. Han Woo-jin didn't hesitate to take the sub. He had no intention of touching the tournament.

‘Stamina consumption is minimal, winning thoroughly. ’

The other person's condition is not a matter for this side to consider. Rather, it is rude to think about it. There's more humiliation than worrying and caring about your enemies.

“Love All! Play Hanwoojin Serve! ”

The judgment signal has fallen. Han Woo-jin did not check the status of Song standard and threw up the ball. The opponent's situation was a kind of protest.

Bam!

From the start, Hanwoojin's racket hits the ball in a sharp trajectory. The ball shot in a straight line hits Song Joon in the front of the foot and falls to the side. It was too fast for him to catch.

“15: 0! ”

You better get a grip. Hanwoojin raised his eyes.

You're free to be dazzled, but as a pro, you have to show off your sexuality. If you were going to play like this, you should have quit.

Fortunately, Song Joon lowered his posture as soon as he lost a point. It was ready to respond to the sub to be followed.

‘Still retreating. ’

The Song Standard did not have the skills to receive its sub to the extent that it moved reflectively. I didn't have to be passive like that, but I had to be prepared to move a little more aggressively. Han Woo-jin throws the ball, intending to take another point.

As soon as the tossed ball falls off the road, the ball hit Hanwoojin's racket crosses the net. The ball that crosses the net suddenly drops down. Topspin.

“Oops!”

The ball that Song Joon inadvertently hit against the racket did not cross the net and rolled over the coat. Practice Points.

“30: 0! ”

The Judge's call rings the silent stadium. Hanwoojin recaptured the ball to fly the next sub. It was an easy game to end if it just flowed like this.

As long as it goes this way.

‘Have you thought about doing it now? ’

Professionals in distressing conditions. The wounded ego is more severe than the poor condition. Song Joon raised his racket with a furious face. I was motivated not to have a Service Ace twice.

Of course, that doesn't change the situation. Their cars were motivated and not catchy enough.

The two subsequent rooms were each bent in a different trajectory. The Song Reference foot bounding the flat and topspin was unable to respond to a sudden drive shot. In fact, one game has passed over in a wilderness.

“Game Hanwoojin! Sheep's coat change! ”

The two moved into position. At the center of his service coat, Han Woo-jin and the base line behind him had a light touch to Song standard's gaze.

His eyes are still shaking in confusion.

Anger at the unilaterally pushed game content, a compulsory refusal to the server coat, and a confused feeling.

"Tennis or whatever. ’

There is no guaranteed future. Even the weather forecast is overlooked and the stock price forecast is unreasonably overlooked. Still, people are constantly looking forward to bright tomorrow. Because if you don't, you're always just standing there.

Even if it is the right step. The one who believes that one day he will get caught in his footsteps is better than the one who stops in his empty heart. Han Woo-jin had lived with that belief.

Of course, not everyone who tries gets rewarded. On the other hand, Song Joon might be wise.

Go as far as you can, and stop if you want to get tired. Avoid unnecessary health consumption. I can ease the body that has struggled so far by blaming myself for not leaving sooner.

But the price must be paid.

As a result of years of lazy living, Song Yoo-jin was unable to beat Han Woo-jin.

Bam!

Song Joon's sub. Definitely good. Orbital velocity was also considered professional enough.

Nevertheless, it was not a common level for Han Woojin.

Bam!

Immediately rising. As soon as it bounces, you punch it before its repulsive power disappears. The ball, flying in a straight line, was shot inside the sideline without any gaps to match.

“0: 15! ”

The car was overwhelming. As the game progressed, Song standard felt cluttered.

If I had started when I was younger, I would have gotten used to the regret. Such assumptions mean nothing. Song Joon is weaker than Han Woo-jin. So we lose. Naturally, the cause, the process, and the consequences. I can't stand the anger.

Then why?

‘I don't want to lose to that guy. I know I can't win. ’

Can an unprecedented player compete in a match that he or she will lose?

The answer is denial. No one will want to put their strength into a confirmed match.

In fact, when tennis was confident that it could not even beat the opponent in a famous competition, it was not possible to withdraw during the match. I prefer to schedule other competitions to achieve good results, rather than fighting for nothing.

Song Joon sensed the urge within him in a moment. It was kind of a rebellious psychology.

"I've worked hard too! '

I tried. I haven't had a drink since I started tennis. I stopped flirting with girls at the club. Cigarettes have not been smoked, but have been reduced quite a bit. The life of unfaithful Song Joon changed greatly because he met tennis. Obviously, it was the best of Songcheon.

The only thing that got ahead of him was that he met tennis first.

I'm angry. The reckless past is angry, and I'm angry with an enemy I can't win against. Song Joon, who grabbed the racket, unleashed his anger and hit the ball.

Bam, bam!

The user rushes back. The target's movements are terribly clean. It continues the rally while maintaining a consistent foothold, breathing, and shoulder ascension.

That's not a gift.

Song standard could be known. It's not the best move that relies on reflexes, but it's an efficient move that you remember very thoroughly over and over again. I could see Han Woo-jin's efforts training me to be able to receive anywhere. Reach there instead.

How much time did you spend on it?

"Game Hanwoojin, 20!

After all, the game is over again.

Song Kyun, for the first time, forgot his limits and became obsessed with the competition. If that's all he could do, I wanted to do everything I could.

“Game Hanwoojin! 30! Change your coat!”

How to move on next time. What can I do to keep the rally afloat?

Song Joon constantly pursued Han Woo-jin's movements. All you have to do is keep up with the moving principle. I was confident in my physical strength.

But I can't do that.

“Game Hanwoojin! 40! ”

Song Joon's grip on the racket shook. I couldn't stop losing games. Even though it seemed touchable, the difference did not narrow at all. If it's natural, it's natural.

Just as talent is important, so is effort. One missing player is like a cart with one broken wheel. It was too late to realize it and try to hit it. Accumulation of time creates a sure skill difference.

“Game Hanwoojin! Score 50! Replace your coat! ”

I couldn't reach it.

Song Joon finally admitted it. A few wandering years dug an unbearable ditch between himself and Hanwoojin. I needed talent to jump. A natural talent to break years of hard work.

'I don't have that.'

I'm losing strength again. Come on, let's stop. There is no prospect of me as a player that I can no longer move forward. Song Joon lowered his racket because of the sly whispering inside.

Rally snaps, and the last set of ball bats beat the court fiercely on Song Joon.

“Game three! Set One by Han Woo-jin! Score 60!”

One set was defeated in vain. Song Joon stretched his body and looked across the net. There was Han Woo-jin who looked just like when he started.

His eyes did not illuminate anything. It was an indifferent eye, like a transparent glass bead.

Damn it!

I couldn't end it like this.

Song Joon folded his heart and grabbed the racket. I thought I'd be able to get my coat down after I carved myself into that shitty eye.

As soon as the two of them finished taking a short break, the referee declared the beginning of two sets in a loud voice again.

“Player Radi! ”

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