God of Tennis

The game was quick. There was no way the rally could have gone down against a completely demolished player. Han Woo-jin won three Waves so easily compared to the second Wave.

As the Declaration of Triumph fell, a few sentences came to mind.

[Overwhelming Play! 1 random increase in stats in return for achieving the perfect score in the ATP250 league for the first time.]

[Overwhelming Play! For the first time in the ATP250 League, all stats are up 1.]

[Overwhelming Play! Skills used to win ATP250 Leagues increase EXP. There is an EXP decrease due to the skill train.]

Hanwoojin reaches out over the net, his ears ringing in unison. The opposing Pokémon stares at the hand with a dazed face.

“Thank you. ”

“ …… ”

In Hanwoojin's clumsy English, Hubert said nothing. He squeezes Hanwoojin's hand once. It's terrible to talk to a horse like this. Han Woo-jin turns around and says something to Hubert. I don't know what he's gonna say.

It wasn't.

"Something a coach or a director needs to hear. ’

The user doesn't listen to the opponent, comfort, encouragement, or guilt. Han Woo-jin left his coat without any further delay. As he ascends into the audience, the group is almost at the festival. Both new recruits made it back to the ATP tour.

You did that, too.

I tried to maintain a solemn expression, but the tip of my mouth did not sag.

I didn't know it very well.

“Good, you both did very well. Honestly, this is more than I expected. ”

He praised them with a trembling voice somewhere. I was a very happy misunderstanding as a director. One of them thought he would never make it to the mainland, but they both broke through the preliminary with a compliant sexual orientation.

‘Both of them have risen. Maybe…!'

At this rate, I might be able to achieve a good result that I didn't even know existed. It was exciting just thinking about it.

Some of the local tennis players did not have enough ATP tours to make it to the mainstream at once. It was just two people, Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok.

Chairman Jo and the former director had more grades than expected in the first place. It seemed like I had heard the voice of a deaf chairman when I contacted him this evening.

“Joonseong, when will the main march be? ”

I think I've been talking to you for a long time. Since the director was so famous on the floor, and his career, performance, and lack thereof, I was following him with Joon-seong Choi.

“Well... it takes a while after the game is over. You can send them an email or FAX at your place. Why don't you just pick it up at your place? ”

“Knng, these guys are slow. You two don't want to stay here and do anything, do you? ”

“Yeah, well. ”

“Me, too."

Why would a man with a schedule stay in the tournament? After going up to the audience and talking for a long time, the last game was also ending. Well, it was a game that wasn't particularly worth noting, so none of the group was paying close attention.

I didn't have one.

Shin Se-yeon was filming the game as she entered the camcorder, but they were not players who showed skills that were not very variable. She also squeezes the power from the camcorder as the group shows her leaving.

“Let's go back and think, then. Since Woojin, History, or the third round of the game ended well, practice well in the evening. ”

““ Yes, sir. ” ”

They nod without feeling too tired. According to Hanwoojin's eyes, Choi Hyuk or HP were over 80%. It was natural that there was strength left. It also meant that he won okay.

The group heads straight for the car, but Han Woojin pauses and changes his mind. Unlike yesterday, there is little accumulation of fatigue. I wanted to take a leisurely stroll to France.

“Director, may I walk? ”

“Why, is there something strange about foreign countries on the road? ”

I shot the director in the head, but I don't think I'm going to stop him. A good performer should be rewarded with his own freedom. He gave Hanwoojin a short walk at the end of the sentence.

“Don't be too late. I don't worry too much, but don't fall or fall. ”

“Yes, I'll be right there. ”

The group climbs into the car, except Hanwoojin, and Shin Se-yeon lowers her window and reaches out one hand. He seemed to have forgotten something and only looked at her face.

“Are you going to keep the racket? If you give it to me, I'll put it in Eugene's room. ”

“Ah... I'll just carry it. It's not that heavy. ”

Hanwoojin cheerfully replied, shrugging his shoulders. It was a little overwhelming, but winning was winning. You even made it to the home of the ATP250, making you feel like a bird you don't even know.

Shin Se-yeon smiles at him and nods and closes the window again. The vehicle left with a bellowing exhaust, and only Han Woo-jin remained in the parking lot.

“Let's take it slow. ”

Yesterday, when both Wave 1 and Wave 2 were held at the same time, the schedule had only ended after the end of the year, but today was different when there were only four Waves of Qualification. Hanwoojin came out of the convention hall and raised his hand to see the sun still floating in the middle sky.

My eyes were warm, but my skin was cold. It was very different from Korea in the hot tub by now. As I started walking, a cool wind hit my hair.

‘Foreigners are foreigners. ’

Things were different when I left good and bad. India was crisp, decorated with gray stones, and the potted plants were impressive. The scenery of the Mosel river flowing next to Hanwoojin was beautiful.

There was no reason to go to the shortest distance. He follows the excitement of his mother. Hanwoojin stopped at the shop, in front of the church, and walking along the river, on a bench in a small park.

“Phew.”

It was a beautiful city. It was only a luxury or expensive feeling in Europe, but Mets had natural and cultural splendor as a city on the outskirts. The kids who were running around in the park looked cute.

Has he... never had a period like that? Han Woo-jin smiled unconsciously. I didn't see it.

Who's gonna play racquetball every day? ’

He came straight home after school even in elementary school and only played with racquets. I was naturally isolated from my friends, and I went even further since I got up to middle school and got rich. Ever since I started running the competition as a junior, I haven't even had a chance to reconnect.

There was none.

It was hard to keep my eyes off the young children in the park because he had such a past.

Barrels!

However, there was one sound that pulled out Hanwoojin's nerves. I could hear it in my sleep. The sound of a tennis ball bouncing off a racket.

Who's hitting it? ’

He gets up from his seat and walks in the direction of the sound.

Soon after, a man appeared in Hanwoojin's view. Approximately 5 '4 "tall. He was loosening his wrist as he fried the ball onto the racket. I can't see his face.

However, Han Woo-jin could tell. He put the name of the second person in his mouth.

“Murray...?! ”

The man who was frying the ball stopped. A young Englishman with light brown hair looked back at the cloudy side.

And Andrew Murray asked,

“Who are you? ”

People say that the body stiffens when encountered with a situation other than thought. Han Woo-jin was just like that. A sudden encounter with an unexpected figure was enough to shake his composure.

Andrew stares at him silently. He appears out of nowhere, just curious about the Asian calling his name.

“I…"

What the hell am I supposed to say?

Ujin Han? I Prom Korea? A professional tennis player?

I told you that if you get stuck, your heart will pop out. Han Woo-jin vomited out the answer that was inside him. That was an honest answer, even though it was the future.

“Andrew, I'm a big fan of yours. ”

“Fan? ”

He was confused. At this point, Andrew had only been a senior player for a year. Nevertheless, it was early to get someone's attention.

So I was embarrassed that a Asian came and said he was a fan. Han Woo-jin was able to understand simple English, but it was difficult to understand as soon as it got a little complicated. If Andrew wasn't picking on something, he could have been treated as a freak.

Luckily, Andrew didn't say any more. He stops flicking the ball and thinks for a moment.

When the shock of the encounter subsided, Han Woo-jin realized that he still had a racket bag on his shoulder. This is an opportunity. His hand grips the grip inside the racket bag. He had the power to see at first glance the rookie days of a top ranker named Andrew Murray.

As always, the status window filled Han Woojin's head.

“ …… ”

He opens his mouth.

Andrew Murray

Strength 60/HP 61/Agility 65

HP 2410/2440 SP 830/830

Forehand: 11/20

Backhand: 15/20

Sub-Level: 11/20

Bali Level: 11 of 20

Smash Level: 10/20

Dropshot Level: 13 of 20

Robe Level: 12/20

Special Skills:???,???

Crazy.

I had nothing to say. Han Woo-jin noticed that his fingertips were trembling. I expected there to be a level difference. But Andrew's status spear seems to be crushing him with his feet, not to mention tipping over his expectations.

Skill Level Combination 83. The body has a gap, so Status could make sense of it, but it was not a skill. Andrew's skills, which would only be 19, were already looking at the top of the world ranking.

I was shocked to get hit in the back with a punch. Unlike Han Woojin, who lost his horse, Andrew quickly regained consciousness.

He said, looking at Han Woo-jin.

“Oh, I remembered. You're Han Woojin, right? ”

“Do you know me? ”

Han Woo-jin, who never thought Andrew Murray would know himself, pauses. Whether it was because the English were unfamiliar, Andrew lowered the tempo of the horse a little. The strong English accent made it easier to hear.

“ Your match was the most impressive of all the preliminaries. I didn't get a good look from afar, but now I know. ”

He laughs and talks. I was better than Andrew in the future because I was still young.

I don't know about him now. In the future, he will be called ‘Murgie’ due to poor menthols and irregular match grades...

I was at least a little relaxed when I thought about it. Han Woo-jin spoke with Andrew, who spoke softly. I couldn't tell a deep story because of my lack of English skills, but the conversation with the person I had only seen in the newspaper or news was quite heartbreaking.

* * *

“You wanted to see me?”

“So, how was your walk? ”

When Han Woo-jin arrived at the lodging, he was contacted by the former director to come to his room and held a visit. There, as well as the awards ceremony, the rest of the group gather to talk about something. It looked like there was a march.

“Did you get your march? It's quicker than I thought...”

Hanwoojin looks at the paper lying on the table, sandwiched around the group in a circle. There were 32 athletes there, just as he thought.

First, Han Woo-jin finds his opponent.

John Walter: The Han test

‘This is good. You're the guy from the preliminary round, right? ’

Qualifiers bear a number of penalties relative to the main seed. Exposure to stamina consumption and capability… but those penalties will all disappear once the same position is reached.

Moreover, Han Woo-jin knew the ability of John Walter. Strong compared to Herbert, but able to take on an unbeatable opponent.

Obviously, it was a lucky break. He then confirmed the advancement of Choi Yeon-hee. Contrary to Han Woo-jin, who was at the end, Choi Yeon-hyeok was quite in the front row.

He looks away.

And then it stopped.

This... was not good.

Andrew Murray: Yeonhyeok Choi

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