God of Tennis

Immediately after arriving in France, everything was in full swing. Immediately after getting off at Charles de Gaulle Airport, the group in the rental car to Mets immediately enters the lodge and unravels.

Unlike in Ahn-dong Futures, there was no suitable practice area around the house. That's why Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-Hyuk had to rehearse at a coat that was roughly drawn on the space around them, while practicing only lightly.

I could not practice too hard because there was a short-term training aftermath anyway.

Nine days ran faster during Mets' festival. While training, the vibrant scenery of the city seemed to excite them.

One new day, August 21, the day before the competition.

The group finds an indoor courtyard at the Mets Open to check on the pair's march.

“Wow…”

Han Woo-jin opened his mouth without me knowing.

I thought it would be a real thing to see the ATP tour on stage, but I didn't know it was this sophisticated. The venue room at Mets Open was unrivaled by any tennis court in Korea.

For a few moments, the group arrives at the reception. The Orientals stood in front of the Ur Desk and the receptionist asked about the matter in slightly awkward English.

“ What brings you here? ”

Choi Junsung suddenly stepped forward and received a message. It was very fluent French.

“As a Qualifier, I'm here to see your promotion. ”

“Oh, you pronounce well. Did you bring the receipt?"

The employee asked Joon-sung who was speaking fluent native language with a favorable smile.

Even if English was spoken, it was best to speak French when dealing with French people. The French took great pride in their language.

“Of course. Choi Yeon-hyeok, Han Woo-jin. Please check it. ”

“It's two. Hang on."

The employee who typed the names of the two people in the receipt onto the computer came up with something shortly after. He handed a piece of paper from the printer to Choi Junsung.

It looked like a ladder, probably the runway for the Mets Open Qualification.

“Thank you. Is there anything else the player should submit? ”

“Yes, all you need to do is confirm your listing and contact information. ”

It was necessary to contact the situation. The match could have been postponed or played due to sudden variables. even though it was very rare.

Choi Junsung showed a march some distance from the reception. It was unusual that only 12 names appeared. Choi asked with a curious voice.

“Director, why only 12? There can't be 12 elections. ”

“I did, didn't I? ATP preliminaries are tough. ”

The director replied with a heavy voice.

I felt anxious just hearing what he said. Choi Hye Hyuk felt anxious for some reason, and Han Woo-jin was nervous thinking about the structure of the preliminary war that he knew, even though he had never been in the military.

And the tribute was a saying. It was to explain the preliminary structure of the Mets Open.

“Firstly, the lowest 12 people play the game, and it falls by half. That's six down. ”

That's as far as the sea goes. The group nods in recognition, including Choi Yeon-hyuk.

But I was more than just a director.

“And then you put those six in the preliminaries with the other ten. How many of the 16 do you think are left? ”

“Eight?”

How good would that be?

But Han Woo-jin knew. There are only four people in the ATP League who make the rounds like this.

“No, there are only four left. And you know what's even scarier? ”

Gulp, and Choi Hyuk swallowed the saliva. He couldn't have known the severity of the preliminary war, which was all he started on the mainline as Sidro shortly after his professional debut. Qualifiers are not just about playing a few more matches.

“The preliminary competition ends in one day, with the exception of the last four. That means you have to play two games in a row the next day. ”

Even if we overcome all of them, the next day, we will continue to attack the mainstream 32. It was a cruel schedule that did not give me any rest.

The world of tennis was as rigorous as a preliminary participant or sub ranker. How competent could the lowest ranker after 3 battles be?

It's good enough to only make it to the mainstream. This was why few athletes from the qualifications won the Named Games.

Low rankers often lose skills compared to native seed holders, but even with considerable reduced stamina, you almost lose the game.

The former director was not grumpy because both of them would be uncertain.

“Let's go back. But a 12-man march? I want you to tell me the march if you're gonna win. ”

“Well... I guess after we eliminate 6 people, we'll have another tournament in the draw. So I don't think we know that. ”

It was no wonder I couldn't give it to you in advance after the first round had ended. After a brief chat between the agents, the group leaves the venue to return to their quarters.

And Han Woo-jin saw a man who cared for a reason as he left the entrance to the contest.

‘… Why are you so familiar with it? ’

M shaped forehead, light brown hair. A large, angled face was an impressive man. A racquetback across the shoulder tells me he's a tennis player. I was impressively well-trained.

However, Han Woo-jin was not the one who knew.

How likely is it that you know one person who passes through from a foreign country in the first place?

Nevertheless, his feet do not drop. This strange feeling has been experienced in airplanes. I even felt it when I saw the director's young face immediately after returning to the past.

This is strange.

‘Ah…! ’

A man's face passes through my head.

Wouldn't he look like that if he was 10 years younger? Moreover, when I glanced at Choi Junsung's laptop on the plane, I remembered some spelling that came back.

Andr…

"Andrew.“

I felt like I shouldn't be out of my mouth. Han Woo-jin could hardly keep his mouth shut. The group is already five paces ahead of him. The shocking identity of the man who passed by stopped Han Woojin's feet.

Before the shock was over, Han Woo-jin muttered the name of the person he had in mind.

“Andrew, … Murray. ”

His debut in 2005 was a tennis prodigy hailed as England's hero.

* * *

“What's wrong with you since yesterday? ”

Only after Choi Hyuk lifted his curious face, Han Woo-jin woke up.

Since returning home with the march, Han Woo-jin has been mesmerized somewhere. Fair enough. If the person he saw yesterday was Murray, he was the one who wasn't shocked.

Of course, in today's world, it's a shock that no one can feel.

He shakes his head, shattered by the mere encounter of one of the top rankers of the future. I didn't feel better at all.

“It's okay. No problem. ”

“There seems to be a problem...”

Han Woo-jin was a friend who could hardly keep his mouth shut. Choi Hyuk looked worried for a moment, but he wasn't in a situation where he could do something about it. Moreover, Han Woo-jin was approaching the first qualification. It was the next game.

“Oh, it's over. ”

Choi Hyuk, who looked down at his coat, muttered. One player looks down on his coat, and the other sees cheering with arms raised.

I couldn't understand what the referee or the players were saying, but I could feel the nuance. It seemed that the victory and defeat that I had just been playing was fixed.

Then it was time for Han Woo-jin to leave.

“Han! Han from Korea! ”

“Hey, I'm calling you! ”

Han Woo-jin, who was dumbfounded, was not able to answer, and Choi Yeon-Hyuk shocked and replied. An awkward English pronunciation rang out loud.

“Er... I'm here! ”

“Don't just stand in line. Be good! ”

Choi Yeon-Hyuk sent his friend's back to his worrying eyes.

He was usually cold and sharp, but he was not well off since yesterday. At this rate, it could have been a bad outcome from the first match. He had no choice but to watch his friend lose in vain.

Hanwoojin stood on his coat, gazing at the crowd as they were swayed by the commotion. The burning back gives me a clearer mind than before.

‘Let's focus on the game first. Andrew Murray can worry about that later, right? ’

If he's really right, we'll see him on the inside. At least his name did not exist on the preliminary list.

Even though it's his first year as a debut, Andrew's skill will not be at a lower ranker level. There was nothing strange about being able to get to Sid on his own.

If you're worried about meeting him and you can't beat him and fall asleep, that's even worse.

Hanwoojin grabbed the racket and looked at the foreigner over the net.

Robert Fabian

Strength 65/HP 57/Agility 55

HP 2210/2280 SP 490/490

Forehand: 10/20

Backhand: 8/20

Sub-Level: 9/20

Bali Level: 8 of 20

Smash Level: 9/20

Dropshot Level: 2 of 20

Robe Level: 3 of 20

Special Skill: None

‘You're a power-dependent type. The level of skills that require force regulation is terrible. ’

The level of the drop shot was too low to know how to finely adjust the landing point, or how to use it.

It was only after Han Woo-jin saw that his strength level was 65. Strength was too high for the Fast stat. It makes fine force control difficult. It wasn't good just to be tall.

If Fabian's strength level had been 60, the drop shot and robe's vulnerability from the imbalance would have been significantly altered. If it had been that way, it would have been hard to find a place to dig with just one look at the status window.

But that was always the story of IF.

Fabian looked at Han Woo-jin and saw the corners of his digs. His good fortune was not bad.

Ping!

The referee bounces up the coin. He covers the back of his hand with the back of a falling coin and once sees both players.

It meant to choose the front and back.

“Head."

"Tail."

Fabian calls to the front first. In the end, Hanwoojin, who knew it was a lucky fight, chose the back side with a straight face. First of all, Gorgna Manya has no impact on the results. If you choose the same side because you feel bad, the scissors will bother you.

The referee raises his hand. It was the back.

“Serve."

“OK."

Han Woo-jin immediately picked a serve. It's a beginner's knowledge that catching a sub-game is advantageous. Fabian falls off the net, chewing something off his face. I didn't like the fact that the sub-sphere was stolen.

It is easy to deal with someone whose emotions are open to the public. Han Woo-jin felt his mind and senses gradually fading back. You have to stand on your coat before you become athlete.

Despite his old age, the referee announced the start of the game in a loud voice.

“Testing Han on my right! Robert Fabien on my left! Han to serve test! (Han Woo-jin on the right! Robert Fabian on the left! Hanwoojin serve!)"

His high raised arms falter. It was like watching a play.

Hanwoojin rolls the ball into the palm of his hand and waits for the back of his horse.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! "

Before the echo of his voice disappears, Han Woo-jin throws the ball up.

The ceiling of the high Mets Open seemed far away. The dreamy sensation was sharply refined through the texture of the coat. The fact that he was standing on a coat in the ATP league made his skin creepy.

‘Let's start with a point. ’

I twisted my body a lot. He couldn't hide his palm any longer from the world stage. If you have already exposed a skill, it is better to use it actively.

Sparrow.

Paan!

The slow falling ball turned into a flash the moment it hit the racket. Fabian's coat is shot by an incredibly small Oriental sub of power.

The twisted ball immediately bounces off the coat without even the slightest crack in the reaction. Fancy Service Ace.

“Fifteen love (15: 0)! ”

Looking at Fabian with his eyes wide open, Han Woojin turned his head to the sides several times. The sound of bone echoes coolly.

It was the preliminary point for the Mets Open First Qualification.

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