God of Tennis

Jealous.

Han Woo-jin felt fresh. I never thought I'd get that kind of look. Jealousy was his feelings for someone else, not his own.

‘... Well, at this time, I saw history with such eyes. ’

Choi Yeon-hyeok from "before" did not go to the Mets Open. He made his debut as a Future Champion and emerged as a tennis prodigy by winning again in the Challenger Games shortly after. The name Choi Yeon-hyeok started to engrave three letters on the brain.

Not since then.

A coin falls from his sight, caught in a strange emotion. The referee covers it with his palm, and the two of them open their mouths almost indefinitely.

“Front.”

“Back.”

The referee frowns as he looks down, but he looks away and raises his palms. The coin lay face down. Cointos was taken away by Park Sung-min.

‘Young man. ’

Park Sung-min was just a child in Han Woo-jin's eyes, returning to his calm in the past. A child who can't hide her emotions and reveals them. If you see something you don't like, you can't endure it without protesting. Above the coat

It was the easiest type to deal with.

Hanwoojin glances at him, expressing his indifferent gaze, and goes to the back of his coat to get into position. Park Sung-min, who looked like he was missing, also prepared a serve. Then the referee declared the start of the match.

“Hanwoojin on My Light! Park Sung-min on my left! Park Sung-min to Serve! ”

Although quite fluent, it was an awkward tone of English. Han Woo-jin lowered his posture, looking back into his mind. As long as I didn't know Park Sung-min's sub sphere, I liked to deal with the basics best.

If you look at the status window, you can see what kind of qualities Park Sung-min is confident in and how sublevels...

‘Because I decided not to. ’

Once the system is down, Even a domestic ranker can't target the world without a system. Han Woo-jin thought so. Then he decided to seal the system with his own skill check.

“Love All! Play!”

Park Sung-min tossed the ball before the referee finished speaking. It was a bad time to treat the fault, even if it was a bad time for a bad person. Of course, it was insufficient for Hanwoojin to bluff.

Bam!

In a sport called tennis, a set of 1 games is usually won by the server. The technique of sub itself is very score-critical. Because of the principle of having to react to a fast-flying ball moving at a steady state, the first game serves even more.

It's hard to go.

However, Han Woo-jin could tell. Even though the ball had already been shot from the racket, I felt confident that I could handle it later.

He decides to surrender to that unclear instinct.

Take two steps forward. Then I saw the ball bounce off in front of my eyes and swung the racket. Surprisingly, the series was not even a little late. I was amazed at the timing of engaging like a cog.

Paan!

The return ball hit with the perfect timing popped up on Park Sung-min's right coat. He didn't think he would get the first serve, but Park Sung-min just watched the ball roll with his eyes wide open.

“0: 15! ”

The harsh voice of the referee awakens the minds of the two players. They focused again on the game in different moods. Han Woo-jin was surprised at his enhanced reflexes, and Park Seong-min accidentally pushed the former return ace.

"Coincidence! You can't take my serve so easily!" ’

It was something any tennis player would think of. Moreover, Park Sung-min was confident in his own serve. Recently, he had sub restraints going up to 190 km/h. Of course, it was a ball that comes out sometimes in the best condition, but domestically, it's Kang Ji Soo.

It was fast enough to run with.

But the opponent was a little, no, very bad.

Paan!

“0: 30! ”

Unlike Park Sung-min who opened his mouth, Han Woo-jin could understand what was going on. It was a simple matter of eye height.

‘It's not bad... It's not good. ’

Park Sung-min's service was pretty good. But that was it. It was nothing compared to Choi's 220 km/h and Leonard's 236 km/h. Even the word "okay" could be considered a compliment from the perspective of Han Woojin who had received the frightening serve of the world class.

The flying ball looked slow.

Usually, if I wear a sandbag and unwind it, I feel like I can fly at all. The same was true. As I confronted Park Sung-min's sub in the face of a world-level speed corridor, I was no different from a dipshit.

Paan!

“0: 40! ”

In a flash, Park Sung-min's sub-game was imminent to the break. He strikes sub again with a trembling hand, trying to deny this absurd situation. Where did the first momentum go and the shimmy ball crossed the net.

Han Woo-jin moved again, thinking it was worth it. Caring in a professional battle is worse than arrogance. And I didn't want to be considerate.

The return ball, which will be the end of game 1, tapped the coat. A sharp whip echoes through the air.

Bam!

“Game Hanwoojin! Sheep, change your coat! ”

Park Seong-min moved on to the half-dead face. You never thought you'd get your first game braked. Han Woo-jin would have looked the same in the same situation. The current brake was meaningless.

Is it the agility? My reaction rate has never been this fast. ’

It was a reasonable hypothesis. Hanwoojin's agility readings have risen nearly 20 since his regression. It was mostly a result of the system's rewards, not of training. Agility was rarely climbed through training by the stat itself.

Well, everyone who was an activist would sympathize. Anyone can do it, as long as it is to build strength and increase lung capacity. Investing in time and effort will deliver visible results. But did his reflexes develop in an acquired way?

Absolutely not. The increase in reflexes through short-term training can only be seen in novels or cartoons. And the reflex development of Hanwoojin was comparable to that.

‘I need to check a bit more. ’

Hanwoojin takes a throwing ball off his coat and sets into position. Two games were his sub-game. Sparrow didn't feel the need to use it, and in the beginning, the sub was a phrase that he had been using with confidence since before the system existed. I feel like I'm returning to my beginnings, hahn.

Woojin tossed the ball.

Paan!

The cracks are loud. Hanwoojin looks at the ball as it flies toward the other person's left coat, thinking as if it were South Korea. The flat serve, with few waves in its trajectory, is fastest as there is no waste of loaded force.

The conditions were different between Han Woojin and Park Sangmin, whose reaction rate rose sharply. He had to watch the ball bounce out of his coat before even taking a step.

“15: 0! ”

The sub speed shown in the speedgun is 192 km/h. I didn't even try hard enough, but this was good enough. Maybe if you put as much as you can, you can get a little over 200 kilometers in there?

Hanwoojin also noticed a significant improvement in power. There was quite a difference from the time of the contest in Seogwipo.

He felt the need to check his body from time to time. Hanwoojin tossed the second ball, saying that he had clenched his fist.

As Park Sung-min, the ball I couldn't even accept was shot again. It didn't take long for points to become games and games to become sets.

* * *

[1 Set break has ended! Han Woo-jin, Park Sung-min! Please come back on your coat.]

Han Woo-jin grilled his brow in a sweaty droplet that kept rising no matter how much he wiped it. South Korea's summer temperatures were subtropical. He was feeling feverish on his coat, similar to when he entered the sauna.

There was a reason for athletes to avoid outdoors and the Summer Games alone. It was due to various conditions, including dehydration, distress, and sunstroke. Han Woo-jin, who was not in a position to cover the competition, had no time to complain. As soon as possible.

It was the only way out of the game.

‘You're weaker than I ever was. ’

That was the assessment after Han Woo-jin confronted Park Sung-min without looking at the status window. I didn't think I'd be able to roll my head even though my strength and skills are all clumsy and I'm a well-trained athlete. We don't use any means of pride or decency. No, just writing.

I didn't seem to know.

Even for a moment, Han Woo-jin, who was reminded of his past self, turned his thoughts upside down. Park Sung-min was not him. He was a poisonous figure who could only come here.

“Set 2, Serve Park Sung-min! ”

After winning all 6 games, 2 sets also included sub from Park Sung-min.

Hanwoojin was a mood to change the flow a little in two sets. I decided to take some physical strength. One turn of the Kim Cheon Open will pass over two days anyway. It was that tomorrow I could rest well.

If one set was time to identify changes in physical abilities, two sets would check the skill level. Often used techniques needed to check quality such as robes, dropshots, etc. that rarely came out.

In a way, it was very cruel. Han Woo-jin no longer looks at the opponent. Park Sung-min was turned into a target for him to test his skills. I couldn't feel the slightest crisis in him who lost all of his motivations and everything.

Park Sung-min slapped the sub with his limp shoulder. I was hoping to get at most 160 per hour. If I played like a set, I would immediately return it to the Ace of Return.

But this time it was different.

Bam!

“… Huh? ”

Han Woo-jin lightly recovered the serve. The speed was not too fast, and the target was not far from Park Sung-min. Park Seong-min ran toward the ball, wondering. When I thought that I could receive the ball, my body moved.

Bam!

Even if you are poor, you are a professional. Park Sung-min kicked the ball in a smooth trajectory. Hanwoojin lightly raises the ball, returning in the expected direction. The ball was completely directional from the fast ball so far.

Paang

Lob. A ball that floats into a parabola toward the end of the coat, making it hard for the opponent coming out of the net to catch. Hanwoojin was an unused piece of shit.

“0: 15! ”

The referee who saw the ball tapping near the baseline declared Hanwoojin's score. Suddenly, Park Sung-min tilted his head with a curious look at his robe shot. I wonder what Han Woo-jin meant by the rally again.

It was.

He smiles bitterly. Perhaps you will find out soon enough. He's gonna be pissed. However, there will be no choice as Park Sung-min. What Han Woo-jin is trying to do right now is in some ways worse than taunting.

‘I'm not gonna apologize. ’

Winner is just right, unless achieved through cheating or unjust means. It was the mindset that remained stigmatized inside Han Woo-jin. It was the legacy left by Han Woo-jin, who disappeared without becoming a winner until the end.

I'll use it as much as I can. Even if he hated it, he could not hesitate if the result benefited him. Han Woo-jin decided to test his skill level by experimenting with Park Sung-min.

Seeing Park Sung-min who can't hide his curiosity with his own eyes, he closed his racket again.

This shouldn't take long.

Han Woo-jin thought so. His body leans forward in response to the slow-looking sub. I was going to take it with a drop shot this time.

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