God of Tennis

Immediately after deciding to go to the Mets Open, the two of them literally had to see hell.

The training schedule that the director had devised to bring both power to a short term was more severe than all the hard schedules he had experienced.

Weight training reduced to a minimum and a series of rally-oriented exercises on the coat consumed both athletes' stamina rapidly.

“Huff! Huff! ”

If I sweat all over my body, I feel like I'm falling into a swamp because I'm not happy. That's exactly what Han Woo-jin was feeling. Despite the cool clothes called shorts on my arms, the breeze that was touching my skin was just as hot as that of warmth.

After running for a long time, I even heard the illusion that the soles of my feet were stuck to the ground. Hanwoojin's feet stopped for a moment without my knowledge.

Bam!

“Hanwoojin, you're out of your mind! ”

“Ha, ha...”

He had nothing left to say. Hanwoojin, who sent a flying serve to his right, sounded echoed even the director's shout. Half of them were moving on instinct.

Han Woo-jin was practicing the serve's recipe. Against two people.

‘Good, it's working. ’

I shouted, but the awards ceremony was in a reasonably satisfied state.

On the other side of Hanwoojin, two players were holding the ball, one on the left and one on the right, preparing the serve. It was a drill that needed to react and move without telling which side to fly the sub.

And this method of training thoroughly pierced Hanwoojin's weakness. That's what the director wanted me to do.

“Serve again! Don't take more than 10 seconds off! ”

Following his instructions, two athletes across Han Woojin threw the ball at the same time.

But there is only one ball flying. They decided who would serve with pre-set signals for each sub. A signal so trivial that Han Woo-jin wouldn't know it.

As a result, Han Woo-jin was completely blocked from computational play styles, which were his specialty.

‘Which way is it this time...? Right or left? ’

If I couldn't read the sub's synchronization in advance, I had to rely on the reaction rate.

Of course, a considerable increase in agility compared to the past has allowed him to react, but unfamiliar ways of playing have discouraged him.

When mental fatigue reaches extremes, physical fatigue also increases accordingly. That doesn't mean Mental is a Physical.

Han Woo-jin's senses were sharp enough that there was no room for other thoughts. I had to raise my concentration extremely to read which side the sub was coming from.

‘Right.’

Hanwoojin's body leans to the left, devastated. If a serve comes from the right, it falls to the left service coat by his criteria.

Bam!

Correct. Hanwoojin's backhand has successfully kicked out the sub.

As the number of hits increased, the hit rate was increasing.

There was a reason the director consumed his stamina. After the power to roll your head in vain, your body naturally finds the right answer.

The Victory Ceremony wrapped its arms around him and said goodbye to him with a satisfying awareness.

Then I looked back at the coat where Choi Hyuk was running. Choi Yeon-Hyuk was also in the midst of a high-intensity training.

Unlike Han Woojin, he had nothing better to do in terms of reflexes or physical abilities. But there was also a tendency to lean on it. You can't do that. One day, there will be limits to leaning on great physicals.

After taking to the big stage of the world, the most historic level of physical is ubiquitous. This will eventually divide the battle between technical and tactical abilities, not physical.

Choi Yeon-hyeok was also fighting two people. As opposed to Han Woo-jin, who receives only sub, Choi Yeon-hyeok was the plot to join the rally.

Whoo-hoo!

The racket has split the air. The ball that was tapped next to Choi Hyuk's shoes slipped out of the coat. Return Ace. If I miss this moment, the former director gives a shout.

“History Choi! How did you sell Bali's specialty?! Do it again!"

“Ha, four, huff! ”

The abuser had no time to answer, and Choi Hyeon Hyuk placed his palms on his knees. I never thought it would be so difficult for him to be two-on-one.

Although there were two of them, each one was lacking in competence compared to Choi Hyuk. Maybe if you fight one-on-one, you can win without losing a game.

However, you can't see any gaps that could be dug in, such as attacks or defenses.

‘Course it is. No matter how hard you try, you're gonna have a baby. ’

The former director did not change his face even as Choi Hyuk sweated. It was like I knew this would happen.

He would, too, that two-to-one in tennis is almost absolute power.

Football is a fairly common scenario in which excellent attackers kick out two defenders, and sometimes the best pitchers swallow all the batsmen.

If there was a two-on-one match with no significant penalty in tennis, one side was unlikely to win.

Both sides are cut in half, simply put, and there is little chance that any ball will be stabbed in any direction. Whether you hit it from a distance or near it, the user can deal with both.

If it was two-on-one, it would be the same condition, but if it was two-on-one, it would have to be one-sided. There were very few ways that one person could score in this situation.

Bam!

However, Choi Hye Hyuk won a point. He doesn't hesitate to punch a high-speed sub through two gaps. I realized it was one of the few ways to score.

With an unresponsive speed serve, there's no problem with one receiver or two.

But that was also brief.

“Jaehyeol Choi, now switch from server to receiver! You two, don't mind the dress code. Keep hitting him! ”

In contrast, Choi Hyuk breathed without answering to the two people who responded gracefully. He bites his teeth in the face of hell, which is more than a little more than a little less. The sound of the ball coming from my side coat supported my knee.

I was not young enough to feel angry at a single exercise or exercise. But I couldn't let it stop first. Can we call this synergy?

The former director's face, full of puzzled laughter, allowed me to see that the placement of this coat was planned.

The harder they worked, the more they flogged each other, the more they ran and ran until the coat became dense with sweat and footprints.

It was around 1 p.m. when the lunch hour was almost over that they were able to breathe properly.

“Phew, phew...”

Exhausted breath returns after a short break. However, moving muscles and metabolism rarely sink.

Hanwoojin continued to struggle even as he came down from his coat. I was sweating on my forehead just a little bit. You're dangling red like steel in a furnace.

There was a reason I didn't finish my chicken breast steak today. It's hard enough to even eat. How much power did you use?

Han Woo-jin turned his head and saw Choi's history stretching out from the side seat.

‘It's one thing to say. ’

He didn't look too good either. In a way, unlike Han Woo-jin, who had only trained randomly to the end, Choi Hyuk hit over five sets while switching server and receiver roles.

After this meal, you should go back up on your coat about an hour later.

That way, Han Woo-jin's butt doesn't fall off the chair. This was the first time I had this painful training while playing tennis.

As I went through the director's special training, my confidence in my physical strength was shattered. In just three hours, my HP dropped below half. I've just recovered from my meals and breaks, but still more than half.

He recalls his status window once.

[Hanwoojin] [Instructions]

Strength 58 (4)/HP 62 (4)/Agility 51 (4)

HP 1310/2480 SP 570/570

Forehand: 9/20

Backhand: 9/20

Sub-Level: 12/20

Bali Level: 7 of 20

Smash Level: 10/20

Dropshot Level: 5 of 20

Robe Level: 5/20

Special Skills: Sparrow (sub), Slug (smash)

I noticed the robe level gained by winning Future and the back hand level just now. I was satisfied with the skill level of being immersed in a new 60.

The next thing Hanwoojin looked at was a newly created special skill, a slug.

‘What kind of technology is this? ’

The Sparrow that I first acquired showed me so much power, I had to look forward to this skill.

Is Smash power, too? Or changes in orbit?

Han Woo-jin was dumbstruck until the rest of the rice cooled down, and I didn't think Choi would wake up on the table.

Their precious hour flew away like that.

* * *

“Yes, you both chose the Mets Open? ”

“Yes, sir. ”

Cho Kang-hoon, the general chairman of NK Products, asked the former director in a pleasant tone somewhere. He seemed to like the aerobics of the two athletes he expected. However, Chairman Jo also noticed that the director's face was not very good.

Chairman Joe, who guessed the interior of the tribute ceremony, hurled a small headache.

“The former director thinks it's too early. Isn't it?”

“That's right. I wish I'd refined it for half a year. ”

There was no need to lie or make sense to him. At least in tennis, the former director was more open-minded than anyone else. He, frankly, talked about the immaturity of the two people he was thinking about.

Chairman Cho, who was listening to it silently, raised his hand and stopped talking about the traditional ceremony. It was a gesture that I had something to say.

When the director stopped speaking, the chairman opened his mouth.

“So, what are the grades that the former director expects? ”

I thought about the tribute for a moment, but soon I replied. It's been analyzed several times already. I did a thorough calculation before the two of them chose the Mets Open.

“Woojin is out of the preliminaries, Yeonhyuk is out of the 16, if he's lucky, or he's out of the main line. ”

“Hmm.”

Chairman Cho silenced, and even the air in the room seemed heavier. The tribute silences him, knowing that he's beginning to think deeply. Chairman Jo hated anyone who broke his mind.

Almost ten minutes later, his mouth was opened.

“You might want to sit down here. Right? They're both still rookies, and they're worried they're gonna lose their will when they face the world's walls. ”

“… yes. ”

It was also Chairman Jo.

The tribute kicked his tongue with his intuition, as if he could still see through people. Even if life experiences were a little different, could they be this different? Is he also the leader of the largest corporation at the top of South Korea?

However, Chairman Jo was not in the position of the former director. I had no choice but to rejoice in the breathability of young people as I grew older than the director and realized the weight of aging.

“I don't think so. Neither of them were easily discouraged. ”

It was a judgmental review of their identities thoroughly. Chairman Cho knew the weight of the negative emotions that were on the inside of both Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok.

Han Woo-jin, armed with an endless poison, started tennis with a bad family history. Either way, they've had enough frustration. I wasn't weak enough to settle for one or two championships.

“Also, if you actively disagree, you've decided to trust both of you. ”

“That's what a director should do. ”

Chairman Jo smiled satisfactorily.

He who believes in his role shines everywhere. This is what he was like when he first met the director. So I decided to keep him around.

Since then, the participation of two people in the Mets Open has already been confirmed. Chairman Jo pointed to a wine that he had decorated in his closet.

“You want to bet with me? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

Towards the former director who did not know English, Chairman Joe spoke in a playful tone.

“Walk taller at the Mets Open, which one of you will. If you win, I'll give you the wine you coveted last time. ”

“Heroic, La, Latashu '62? ”

The eyes of the former director who prides himself on the taste of fine wine have grown to the size of a torch. In '62 Romane Congee La Tashe, seven zeros in the back were hanging at the fingertips of a fine bottle of wine.

Gulp.

He was drooling so hard, Chairman Cho gave him a choice.

“Now, who do you want to bet on? ”

Finish

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