God of Tennis

Pang...

The ball was raised high with a cheerful sound. A smooth ascent tells me the quality of the trail. A parabola, a lobe, aimed at the base line.

Barrels

“30: 30! ”

The referee summoned the score. But the score was not for the lobe, but for the player who did not receive the ball. The ball is barely out of line. Hanwoojin kicked his tongue lightly, looking at the lobe treated with the outside.

Bad timing? I thought it would. ’

It looked like I didn't have enough strength. Hanwoojin relaxes his stiffness with a twitching hand holding the racket. As I practiced, I grew the rally, and there was a slight buildup of fatigue. But the game was already heading towards the end. The last two sets of games are already being played.

It was underway.

I untied Hanwoojin and looked over the net. There, his opponent, Park Sung-min, stood with a ball. Seeing him from the outside, I felt disgusted by him not being able to endure his anger.

“Park Sung-min, serve! ”

The referee warned Park Sung-min who exclaimed while holding the ball tightly. Deliberately stalling was against the rules. Failure to move after one or two warnings will result in penalties.

Nevertheless, Park Sung-min only stared at Han Woojin with distorted eyes. After two sets were halfway through, he knew that Han Woojin was playing with him. Using this technology as if it were some kind of test of your own.

I scratched this nerve.

But there was something furious about it. Park Sung-min tossed the ball while holding back what he wanted to throw the racket. An unpleasant sound seeps through the teeth of the handwriting.

"Son of a bitch, are you playing with me?! ’

Paan!

Helps with the lack of fury. At this moment, Park Sung-min's confinement went beyond that in the first game set. A steel shaft over 190 kilometers an hour sharply split over the net. The sound of the wedge was terrifying.

As Park Sung-min, it was a rare sub of the best condition. But he knew. The ideal of facing Han Woojin was a useless ball.

Bam.

On the other hand, Han Woo-jin reacted without hesitation, even with 190 restraints. I jumped out of nowhere and hit the racket at the ball. Clean movements do not involve unnecessary noise. The ball bounces with a smooth burst, as if to prove it.

I'm up.

Short.

Park Sung-min's feet stopped. His gut instinct as a player told me. It's too late to bounce now. Hanwoojin just missed the racket set at a low angle and floated the ball lightly.

It was a drop shot, a technique that only lifted the ball for the purpose of handing over the net.

Tong...

Even the ball that fell on the coat was low. I had to put a racket between the ground and the ball if I was going to get it, but it was almost impossible. A ball like that had to be hit before it hit the ground in the first place.

“30: 40! Hanwoojin Match Points! ”

The referee has made a heartless declaration: two sets of scores, 51. Han Woo-jin came to the end of the game after winning just one more game. Park Sung-min squeezed the loving racket. Park Sung-min's really angry opponent is Han Woo-jin who played such a relaxed match.

He was the one who couldn't win the car.

Even the only game won was to receive Hanwoojin's three out of a row ball. If it weren't for the rob shot I had just punched, the game would have been organized with Han Woojin's perfect score.

"I can't believe I just made a debut..."

Park Sung-min was not someone who was playing with a great goal. However, even so, he broke his heart miserably without giving a single hand or foot to Han Woo-jin, who was three years younger than him. It was perfectly natural for him to feel self-esteem.

Besides, it's the last time. The referee stared decisively at whether he was tired of his time-seeking behavior every sub. If I hold the ball for maybe five more seconds, I'm ready to warn you.

“… ha. ”

A hollow smile flows out. Park Sung-min was completely discouraged. He throws the ball and swings the racket without thinking. That serve couldn't have gone right. Park Sung-min's serve was caught in the net without even passing over the net.

“Fault!”

The ball returned to Park Sung-min's grasp. He glances down at it and spills once. The cloudy gaze did not last long. Park Sung-min threw it on his coat without hitting the ball. It was a pseudo-expression to give up the game.

“Park Sung-min! Hey!”

He even left his coat, ignoring the Judgment Day. The referee stood up and declared the end of the match with a dazed face.

“Game Hanwoojin! Set One by Han Woo-jin, score 60, 61! ”

Han Woo-jin stood still and watched the back of Park Sung-min who was getting away. I thought I did something sorry, but I didn't regret it. He got what he could from this game. As a result, even though it hurt Park Sung-min's pride greatly,

Horses.

[Overwhelming Play! Skills you use for the first time win a Challenge League Round will gain a huge XP bonus.]

[Correction. There is a breakthrough for the top leagues. Slightly decreases reward.]

[Robe level up by 1.]

[Achievements in the Challenge League will be settled in batches after all matches have been completed.]

‘That's how it is. ’

Hearing the half-expected notification, Han Woo-jin turned away from his coat. Perhaps because it was too one-sided, the audience simply watched him go away without responding.

[Hmmm, Hmmm! Then we'll get to the next match! Yoo Jun-hyun from KD logistics...]

He took a step towards Shin Se-yeon, looking at him with a shivering expression. The sweaty soles of my feet were unpleasant in exchange for my hot coat. I also disturbed the voice of the rowdy moderator coming from the back of my head. Is it the heat, or is it something else?

I didn't know.

Shin Se-yeon went to the parking lot with Han Woo-jin without saying anything.

The competition was quite a distance between the stadium and the lodging. It was not a walking distance, so Han Woo-jin was returning to the hotel in a car driven by Shin Se-yeon.

“Mr. Woojin. ”

“Yes?”

Hanwoojin answered Shin Se-yeon's call with his eyes closed. She turns her head away from the driver's seat and looks away at the halt of the signal.

“Did something bad happen between you and Park Sung-min? I heard you froze up the stadium today. ”

“... Did you? ”

As with any sport, there are players and not players influenced by the atmosphere of the spectator or the venue. Han Woo-jin was a thoroughly latter player. He was the type who didn't care whether he bragged or cheered in the audience. It seems natural.

I felt obliged to read the atmosphere of the audience.

The contents of this game, which examined the technology against Park Sung-min, could be considered a one-sided joke by a third party. It was a back-to-back match for audiences looking for sporty hot air or fighting.

“Nothing happened. ”

It was the heart of Han Woojin. Although Park Sung-min fought before the match, that level of emotion on the ground is common. He wasn't naive enough to leave that behind. Then only Shin Se-yeon became confused.

A system is Han Woo-jin whose skill changes rapidly in every competition, every match. In the eyes of others, today's game was no less than his bullying, unless he knew the circumstances for which he needed to be identified in response to the change.

If that's what the player says, there's nothing more to say. The two absent horses remained silent until they arrived at the lodging.

Round one continued until tomorrow, as there were 32 rivers and so many games. Thanks to Kim Choon's relaxed schedule, Han Woo-jin lay down on a soft hotel bed. It was not even time for dinner yet, but fatigue came. Han-soon played without a system.

It's because I couldn't let go of the liver.

‘Sounds good.’

This fatigue was a sign that my senses were returning. Hanwoojin closed his eyes with a satisfactory face. I was going to close my eyes for a while until I went to dinner.

* * *

The next day, Han Woo-jin went to the venue even though he didn't have a match. The profile that Shin Se-yeon prepared was also very helpful, but that was difficult to assess the athlete's competence. I thought of identifying the players with my own eyes, not the status window.

‘And let's check the status window on the missing players. ’

A player who is unlikely to stick with himself or herself, even if he/she fails, does not deviate from his/her original intentions by looking at the status window. Hanwoojin wondered what the difference was between his analytical ability and the system. In front of the two people who were already in the audience around 10 am, Kim Choon

The first and second day of the open began.

The first match was a duel between a Southeast Asian and a Japanese fighter who did not know where he came from. At the start of the match with a cheerful ball sound, Han Woo-jin had a rough idea. Both athletes were better than Park Sung-min.

What kind of futures are you looking to win? It was quite a name to be made in the region. My skills are so boiling, I rarely get points.

“It's going to take a long time. ”

“… I see. ”

Because Shin Se-yeon told me what she was thinking, Han Woo-jin swallowed a breath without even knowing it. It was a matter of time for anyone who knows how to see, but I'm surprised to hear it this way.

The game was as exciting as the two of them expected. Therefore, I was able to get detailed information.

‘Do Southeast Asians specialize in Bali and Japanese do robes? I'm surprised you're this contradictory type, but you're attracted to it. ’

Bali and Rob were literally opposites. According to his superiority, Rob's side was a little dominant. Bali basically falls near the net or service coat rather than the base line. Your body will naturally have to move forward.

But Rob was the ball that could accurately counter the characteristics of such a Bali. If the ball fell out of the way and behind my head, there was no way to get it no matter how good I was.

For this reason, Han Woo-jin won the victory for Japan. The importance of imagination does not diminish, even if your skills are inferior. The fewer the gap, the thicker the difference between a piece of paper.

It was only an hour and 20 minutes before the first match was over. As Hanwoojin predicted, the Japanese were victorious. The dominance that had been subtly dotted remained to the end.

‘Let's see. ’

Han Woo-jin touched the racket bag he brought while taking Shin Se-yeon's curious gaze. Even though I only spent a day or two, I felt a little awkward trying to remember the status window. Nevertheless, the system exerted its power.

Jacqueline Santos

Strength 56/HP 55/Agility 57

HP 1085/2200 SP 510/510

Forehand: 9/20

Backhand: 7/20

Sub-Level: 8/20

Bali Level: 9/20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Dropshot Level: 6 of 20

Robe Level: 5/20

Special Skill: None

A forhand-driven Balinese player. Hanwoojin shrugged his head, looking at the window close to his own expectations. This did not differ much from the analytical ability. However, statistics are nowhere to be found at once.

Han Woo-jin blinked as he looked down at his coat preparing for a second game.

After that, Han Woo-jin analyzed all of the matches that day with a concentration comparable to that of the game. I watched eight matches and compared the predicted data of eight winners with the status window.

The error in the expected skill level ranged only from 1 to 2 but the error in the stat level was unexpected. It was because the athletes used their physical abilities to their limit.

I still had my own income. Looking at the correct answer window, it was possible to correct the wrong answer by looking at the answer. Although not immediately noticeable, Hanwoojin's analytical abilities began to improve rapidly.

As soon as the game was over, Han Woo-jin went straight to his accommodation and rested. To prepare for the next two rounds. Even though the level was lower than the Mets Open, it was not negligible.

And on the day of the game, thanks to beating Park Sung-min easily, Han Woojin's health returned to full power. Whoever it is, it's not bad news for the fighter who's going to face him.

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