God of Tennis

At the start of the match, the majestic appearance disappeared somewhere, and there was only one player left with a blushed face on his breath that went down his throat on his coat.

Fabian glances at the ball on the palm of his hand with his shivering eyes.

"I lose"? In the first match of the preliminaries? ’

The opponent is a sub ranker of Korea who has never heard of it. at most one recent Future winner. Thought he was a pretty good rookie, but what he ran into on his coat was a hyena with sharpened claws and teeth.

After discovering the trajectory and timing of the sub in the second game of the first set, Fabian was completely braked afterwards, and Han Woojin's UnderServe pierced accurately, aiming only at the square hidden in Fabian's bowl.

There was no other way to describe it. There were two sets of birds at the end. The score is already 52. I was comforted by two other games: a push back somehow and a sub.

“Fabien Serving Play! ”

The referee ordered Fabian to go straight to the game as if it were none of his business. You may be warned here. Fabian is forced to throw the ball.

The sub that sounded like a balloon burst at the time of set 1 is now empty. The ball hit by Fabian's racket protrudes out at a moderate speed.

Bam!

‘The speed is still pretty good... but not like this. ’

Hanwoojin slapped his body with a face that didn't change in the least, except for a few drops of sweat. Compared to the first high-speed sub Fabian showed, the current sub was nothing. It's not too late to move after seeing it.

As soon as the coat hit the serve, it returned to Hanwoojin's racket. Rising to bounce.

Bam!

“Love Fifteen (0: 15)! ”

“Tsk!”

The angled French face was roughly distorted. He seemed to have a hunch that his Mets Open would end here.

When it became so perfect, I could see that all the advantages of the sub-game were lost. Rising was an unstoppable crystal sphere if not prepared immediately after sub. It also means that Han Woo-jin has completely figured out the sub of Fabian.

I did.

It's funny to stop coming to the last game. Fabian gives up his defeat and decides to put in a serve.

Bam!

I was exhausted, and there was no way Han Woojin could miss the lost ball. He sends the flying Fabian sub back to Rising. Two points were passed in less than a minute.

Love Forty (0: 40)! Match Point Ujin Han! ”

The game came to a close in no time. After one more game, Han Woo-jin will pass the preliminary round. He takes a deep breath and examines his condition.

‘... Not bad. Did it work at the counter? Not much grip left. ’

The tennis racket is surprisingly heavy and bulky. The grip consumption during a series of swings is worse than I thought. often seen by players who miss their rackets at the end of the game.

Have you ever had an arm wrestle that didn't work when you clenched your fist a little longer? It is all caused by the consumption of grip strength using all of the tendons, including the whole muscle.

Hanwoojin's forearm is barely inflated. It was evidence that he led the game with moderate weakness.

There was one thing he regretted. Fabian's serve bounces at such a fast speed because of its super-strength, making it hard to keep pace with big moves like Smash. Then it was impossible to practice ‘slug’.

‘I'll have to try out for the next match. ’

I thought I had to do it for now. I wanted to know the extent of the features in Qualification 1, but unlike Sub, Smash was an impossible ball to hit unless the situation was appropriate.

Han Woo-jin stops thinking about lengthening and waits for the other party to serve him who doesn't intend to come. What took you so long?

“Fabien, Serving Play! ”

Fabian can't hit the ball that might be the last serve. The impatient referee rushes in, and he throws the ball up. It was a toast filled with regret and stubbornness.

Bam!

It was the last one and it was quite empowering. The exhausted serve regains its original strength and flies away at a fierce speed. Han Woo-jin stepped forward instead of avoiding the fierce blow.

The bouncing ball is barely visible, but after a certain level of speed, it is used for hitting the ball in a rally, not for sensation or response.

Hanwoojin has already finished the sub of Fabian.

Paan!

“Han Test Game! Match won by Ujin Han! ”

Return Ace is plugged in with a loud rumbling sound, and the referee rises up and swings his arms as if awaiting. The declaration of victory and defeat was random.

[Great Play! In return for your first ATP250 league victory, your stats are randomly placed in 2 or more places.]

[Great Play! Skills that you used to win your first ATP250 league experience are significantly increased.]

[Forhand level has increased by 1.]

[Dropshot level has increased by 1.]

You're kidding me.

Han Woo-jin thought so. A stat increase of a different level has occurred from the Futures League. Even after winning in Futures, the stats only went up by a total of 3, and that was achieved only by winning the Qualification 1 match.

‘The higher the league level, the greater the earning. Good choice for the Mets Open. ’

Although the competition was chosen solely for psychological factors, regardless of systems such as stats and skills, the additional incomes were also satisfactory.

Hanwoojin turns off the status window in his head and extends his hand toward Fabian, who is approaching with a slightly depressed face. Then he grabs her by the hand and talks.

“ You were really annoyed. ”

“What?"

It was French.

Han Woo-jin asked in English because he didn't know what Fabian had said, but he didn't seem willing to answer. It was a somewhat devastating face, rather than being angry. Fabian sighs and lets out his face.

“Still, losing is losing." Good luck, rookie. ”

“T, thanks."

When Han Woo-jin answered with a shaky face who only understood the word Good Luck, who spoke in English, Fabian smiled and turned his back and left his coat.

It was surprising that Han Woo-jin thought it might get in trouble. Fabian's expansive backside to leave the venue looks even larger.

‘Mr. Fabian, you're a good man. ’

He spoke a word of encouragement to Han Woo-jin, who works as an under-service from the meadow to the end. It was like a happy ending for each other. Maybe that's what you should call a real sportsmanship.

When Han Woo-jin who won the Qualification 1 battle successfully left his coat and returned to the athlete's seat, Choi Yeon-Hyuk stretched out his palm.

The meaning was clear.

Pair!

“Damn, you had me worried and you're good at it. ”

“You said no problem, right? ”

“You speak well. I should have shown your face in the mirror. ”

The two clasped their palms together, teasing and unwinding. After one match, it seemed that Han Woo-jin's poor condition had returned to normal. He was a good fit for a strong type in the field.

Hanwoojin looked at the audience seat, which was a little farther away, after the bird was cut off for a moment. It was a place with three people, including the director. They also looked at the quarterback and waved their hands at Han Woo-jin.

Han Woo-jin waved his hands and asked Choi Hyuk to hurry up.

“After all the first matches, you said you had a break, right? ”

“You said you'd give me about an hour. The last man to play won't recover properly. ”

An hour. I couldn't say it was as short as the one game could start and end. But it was also true that it was never long. It took at least 3 hours to restore the severely spent stamina.

There were many reasons why the Qualifier was leaning on luck. If the schedule of the first match is caught at the end and the second match is played straight away, the player must go up to his coat without halfway recovering his stamina. Even an equal skill can be defeated.

It was a variable.

From that point on, Han Woo-jin wasn't so unlucky. He was more than halfway there because he was the second out of six.

And Choi Hye Hyuk's match was the fourth. It wasn't the worst, but it wasn't a very good situation.

After the conversation ended, the two of them fell into their own minds. Han Woo-jin thought about the aftermath of the game, and Choi Hyuk was simulating his upcoming game. It is possible because he checked the opponent's profile in advance yesterday.

“History, what about you? ”

“A person named Dmitri (Дми? трий). He's Russian.”

It was also the name of a famous ranker from Demetria and Bulgaria, but it was a very common name. Moreover, considering the timing, he would not have made a debut yet.

Hanwoojin completely erased his thoughts. And Dmitri's debut was either 2008 or 2009. It was completely different from Andrew.

As they were talking, the two of them were cut off by the speaker's voice. It was something I had to hang up.

“Choi! ”

The Asian athletes who attended the Mets Open were Han Woo-jin and Choi, both of them. There was nothing to say for any athlete called Choi. Choi Hyeon Hyuk got up from his seat and picked up the racket that he had placed next to him.

I didn't know what to cheer for, but Hanwoojin opened his mouth with a shrugged expression.

“Win quickly. If you don't want to have a big fight in the second round, ”

“Who said that? Get me a can of water to drink. ”

Choi Yeon-Hyuk cheerfully pulled his mouth tail and laughed. He swung his racket over his coat with a roof. Given the flexible rotating shoulders and wrists, the tension was also moderately relaxed. There was nothing to worry about.

The problem was the second half of the preliminary period.

Hanwoojin closed his eyes, thinking of both the best and worst. At best, I wanted to go up to the mainland preserving my strength.

* * *

“Well done, both of you. Are you ready for the second round yet? ”

I looked at the two returning players and said in a walking voice. I wanted to knock the heads of the two guys who had won the first match okay, but I couldn't break my body because the two agents were staring back at me blindly.

The two nod at almost the same time, hearing that the runway for the Second Qualification will inform you after the rest of the team has been summoned.

“Then it's hard to know who you're dealing with in advance... Take some water and rest without causing trouble." If the conditions are the same after all, it is a matter of skill. ”

I was like the director said.

If no one knew the march until just before, it would have been impossible to take action against them in advance. If only there was a man who had memorized every player's profile beforehand.

Han Woo-jin chewed up one of Shin Se-yeon's calories. This simple solids side of the stomach was less burdensome than food that took a long time to digest. I even drank water to keep my neck from clogging up.

Eating to him now was just a ‘work’ with no other purpose than nutrition.

As I didn't have to make a plan, I ate and rested.

In order not to doze off, the two athletes who sometimes got up and wandered around quickly spent an hour.

An hour later, several members of the Faculty began calling players around the auditorium, including the auditorium.

“I'll be back.”

“Goodbye, then. ”

As the two of them set foot towards the coat, the tribute speaks in a fluffy tone behind them. It was a little harsh to say encouragement, but it was a support in its own way.

“There are few levels between Qualification 1 and Qualification 2. So don't be afraid to bump into them. You two have just proven yourselves in the match. ”

““ Yes! ” ”

After accepting the director's words forcefully, they moved back to the front row seat around the referee. The racquetbag that they were carrying on their shoulders was shaken as they stepped forward.

When they arrived, Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-Hyuk narrowed their eyes, looking at the marquee on the wall as if they were waiting. It was because there were so many athletes around that I needed to narrow my field of view.

Han Woo-jin quickly found his name.

Test Han: Daniel Paterson

"Daniel… Patterson. “

Hanwoojin puts the name of the man standing across the court from his enemy.

It was a name I had never heard.

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