God of Tennis

“Come on, you don't have to be so nervous!”

Pow!

Hanwoojin sits in a chair with an awkward posture.

It was because reporter Kim Sang-pil asked me to take some pictures to write with the article. This had to be stiff for him to be the first time.

Kim Sang-pil smiled internally. It was pretty fun for a player who was so terribly pushed over the coat to be restless in front of the camera.

‘He's an attractive player in his own way. ’

There was another glamour about two weeks ago from that player. People don't always just look up at the sky. I look at the mountains from afar and sometimes look down at the ground.

A player named Han Woo-jin could not be the sun shining over people's heads in broad daylight, but he could be the constellation that remembers his name at night.

Kim Sang-pil liked Han Woo-jin more personally.

Shin Se-yeon, who was watching the conversation between the two of them, said.

Prior to joining the sport industry as an agent, she also memorized the knowledge of mass coms. Every authoritative editor, magazine, or journalist's name.

Kim Sang-pil was a veteran journalist with 20 years of experience in sports Korea. If I wanted to, I would have been able to move up a few steps earlier.

Even if he was a rookie with excellent grades, it was not worth bothering him because he had to chase after a level level athlete.

“Reporter Kim, how did you know about this place? ”

“You're so close to the venue... I came here to do some coverage myself. ”

He replied with a four-year-old smile. However, Shin Se-yeon could hardly believe it.

Veteran journalists like Sang-pil Kim have a line of information only they know about. He was definitely here to cover Han Woo-jin from the beginning.

However, it was unpredictable even though there was no evidence, and it would be good for reporters like Sang-pil Kim to pay attention. Shin Se-yeon decided to back off here.

“Oh, and by the way, Han Woo-jin was in NK product, right? ”

“Yes.”

Kim Sang-pil turned to Han Woo-jin again, and replied thoughtlessly. Then, an unknown emotion appeared in Sang-pil Kim's eyes.

He throws a passive word like it's not a big question.

“So you're familiar with the oldest player? ”

“… Well, yes. ”

As expected, Han Woojin and Shin Se-yeon gathered a little glabella at the same time.

Open cod before Ahn-dong Futures, Choi Yeonhyuk won the unilateral score there. Kim Sang-pil probably found Han Woo-jin who entered NK products at the same time.

He sensed a strange air flow in Han Woo-jin's answer. It seemed like we weren't just friends. Sports and entertainment needed drama to gossip.

Before going any deeper, Sang-pil Kim decided to learn more about a player named Han Woo-jin.

“When did you start tennis? ”

“I grabbed a racket before elementary school. I didn't swing it very well, of course. ”

The tennis racket is bigger than I imagined. Enough to cover an entire adult's torso? When you are a child, the center is shaken by its weight or size. I'm tired of swinging it at most a few times.

But professional tennis aspiring students start learning tennis when racquets are bigger than their bodies. You have to start a day early to be one step ahead of your competitors.

“Wow, that's pretty fast. Apparently, you went to Chungwoo Jung School, a top tennis designer. Did you have any side activities there? ”

Kim Sang-pil's question inadvertently pierced Han Woo-jin's dark past. Hanwoojin, who was blindly flinching, answered his question with a slightly sunken face.

“… No, I came out a little later. ”

“That means... living alone with Junior? ”

“My father helped me. Going to work or taking me to the competition was very busy. ”

The voice subsides. Hanwoojin's voice became so flat that there was no trace of it. Kim Sang-pil opened his tongue knowing that the question he inadvertently asked had plagued his bad past.

But I couldn't help it. I don't know if he can write his own mind, but I can't ignore this kind of question. And this past could be a good news story in some way.

“Well, that's why Junior tournaments are so low. ”

“I guess I was poor back then. I don't want to make excuses for that. ”

Obviously, when I look back on the past, it was only bitter. A freshman who didn't even have a chance to go to the competition, a second year traveling with his father. I've only entered the competition three times.

However, Han Woo-jin had no intention of reconciling himself in the past. Things that happened because he was weak. It wasn't someone's malice, it was something that happened because he had no strength to climb up.

He resolutely cut off consolation, not the consolation of Sang-pil Kim. A feeble attitude fades, and a fighter sits with his eyes wide open.

‘Hmmm…! ’

It's more than I thought.

Kim Sang-pil swallowed the saliva secretly. I thought he was just a young man playing tennis, but there was a sharpened knife in his heart. As I approached, I felt a rotting distance.

He looked completely different compared to when he just walked into the room. Kim Sang-pil twitched his finger, recalling what he had heard from the player in the recent interview.

A player who feels like he has a knife in his throat. It was a great expression. Kim Sang-pil touched the slightly cooler neck.

“Well, have you ever been able to play tennis without being a part in it since? ”

“Yes.”

No hesitation. Kim Sang-pil looked down at the screen of his laptop without me even knowing it. It had all the things that Han Woo-jin had done in the world called tennis.

The number of times I entered the Junior Games, the number of rotations I went up in, and the awards I've never won...

It was a convincing career, even if I gave it up a long time ago. It wasn't that I didn't belong, it was that I couldn't let go. There was no way I could give a positive answer back to this miserable grade-aspiring professional.

However, after years of being alone, I started to bloom today. Kim Sang-pil smiled as he felt something on the inside. This works pretty well.

“So this is the first time that Ahn-dong Futures has won a full professional title, Junior? ”

“Yes.”

“I'm sure you're very sentimental, but is there anything you'd like to say in this interview? ”

Hanwoojin paused for a moment. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. It was just that something stuffy sank inside my chest, twitching.

What am I supposed to say?

Thank your parents for continuing to support you in your invisible life?

An expression of joy at winning this competition?

Several thoughts rose like bubbles and repeated the crumbs.

In the end, there was only one word that came out of Han Woojin's mouth.

“Here we go. ”

* * *

“Sunbae, where have you been? ”

“Interview the winners of today's competition. ”

Kim Sang-pil briefly answered Lee Jung-soo's question, a fellow journalist who was resting while watching TV. Lee Jung-soo, who was leaning on two beds and watching TV, was startled and woke up halfway.

“Why are you going alone? Take me with you. ”

“I don't like the idea of two reporters sticking together for one new person. And I have a personal interest. ”

Lee Sang-soo protested in one ear, and Kim opened his laptop and began beating the batsman at a rapid pace. It was a terrifying speed not suitable for age. Perhaps over 600 hits when measured in Hankomta's natural habits.

Lee Jung-soo, who was watching from behind with a terrified face, remembered Kim Sang-pil's words and changed his face.

What did you just say? You have a personal interest?

“You mean Han Woo-jin? Is that how you see it? ”

Kim Sang-pil is famous on this floor. Specialist journalist. If you go after the guy he shot, you get a new one. Whether it's football or baseball, the time has come for the players he was interested in to blow up his talent.

If I had been editor-in-chief a long time ago, would someone still be running around with a journalist's card? It was evidence that he was completely trusting his abnormal emotions on all sides.

Likewise, Kim Sang-pil was just a journalist, but the editor couldn't treat him lightly.

He answered Lee Jung-soo's question roughly.

“One is not enough. This time it's two.”

“Two?”

Lee Jung-soo didn't know the language.

Two? Han Woo-jin is not a boxer. Two? Is he finally dead with all his ghostly senses?

However, he was also a journalist who took his time. I couldn't help but remember the interview I wrote just two weeks ago. Lee Jung-soo turned on the light in his eyes and asked again. It was almost certain.

“History Choi, you're going to get involved with that player. A natural genius and an unrequited effort as a child. The plot is interesting.”

Journalists are skilled at crafting games that people will enjoy. And they also feel pleasant in their own way by making such plates.

Even though Lee Jung-soo saw Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok's rival plot, it was ideal to make his fingertips tingle.

A duel from start to finish against two brilliant fighters! I didn't think it would change the mood of stagnant Korean tennis.

“I'm not trying to get involved. It's already tied together. We're just gonna wind up in the fire. ”

Kim Sang-pil's eyes had long been aware that both Choi Yeon-hyuk and Han Woo-jin were conscious of each other.

As soon as both athletes heard each other's names, their bodies hardened and their eyes became hard. Get up on that coat right now. An obvious rival. It was a situation where I could let go without literally touching my nose.

He opens his eyes to an article about Han Woojin's victory in Futures. The skeleton is up. It's time to put some flesh on it.

‘Now... how do I use it? ’

For a long time, Sang-pil Kim's finger tapped into the air.

It was also quite exciting because two attractive players appeared.

The perfect score for the finals.

One-day rivalry.

Rookie.

First place.

Terribly good material If I had just one, I'd have four articles that I could read. I was sure there would be more if I extracted it.

Is this the heart of a blacksmith who met a great quality iron?

Kim Sang-pil was moving his finger with a feeling close to him. The blank monitor was filled with text at a rapid rate.

The title was embedded in a cool font at the top of the monitor screen.

(ACE & JOKER)

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