God of Tennis

After winning the first round, Han Woo-jin's Kim Choon Open was released without any inconvenience. There was no one to stop him from getting on his coat with full strength. Thai players encountered in the second round couldn't handle Han Woojin's incompatibility with ranking.

I did.

But it wasn't so easy either.

“15: 30! ”

Hanwoojin wiped off the sweat on his forehead and rubbed his cheerfully wet palms on his clothes. It was because it could have loosened the racket.

‘Worse than I thought. ’

Hanwoojin, who met many of the world's top athletes at the Mets Open, was underestimating the National Challenger League. Certainly weaker than monsters like Andrew and Leonard. But it was never something to be careless about.

Park Sung-min was probably the weakest player in the competition. As soon as Hanwoojin shows a slight gap, he doesn't hesitate to look at the opponent and feel bitter. It did not result in a unilateral score, such as one round.

The Thai athlete, Chompoo, toasted the ball with a dark face as if experiencing his defeat. Defeat was the same as being determined at the time the sub-game was braked by more than half.

Bam!

It is of course important to be directly involved in the game. Mental, however, is also essential. The ball of a motivated player loses its sharpness, and all its speed and trajectory is shifted. Then the rally was meaningless.

Hanwoojin understood that Chompoo had lost his grip based on his experience. Probably not half of what you have shown so far.

Bam!

Hanwoojin's racket receives a soft curve, with a topspin hanging down the sub. The spinned ball changes its trajectory to a curve, not a straight line. Hanwoojin's return ball bends to the same principle, hitting the coat as soon as it crosses the net.

“15: 40! Hanwoojin Match Points! ”

The score of the match now was 35, with a rainy side of 5. Finishing one set with 26, he was able to finish the match by taking the next point. Han Woo-jin kicked his tongue while realizing his stamina consumed more than he thought. More than just a lot of activity.

The weather was strong.

‘It's not like the Australian Open is going to catch a player for no reason. Even in Korea. ’

The Australian Open was notorious for its athletes' heavy stamina consumption during major competitions, with the fourth major even starting at the 64th arrondissement. The number of matches only increased once, but the aftermath was enormous.

Moreover, the Major Competition will be played as a 5-set three-time winner. You have to beat at least 3 sets to win, and if you are attracted to vagina, you have to jump 5 sets to the pool. It will be hot to death otherwise, but the length of the game will increase overwhelmingly.

Chomphu flies the sub in front of Hanwoojin, who is contemplating Australia's harsh environment, even though the height of the sub was a little less than 180 cm. However, the speed was considerable. Inside is an ordinary sub that is more dense than Park Sung-min's best sub.

The degree of precision was also above that.

Paan!

However, it didn't work for Hanwoojin who had learned the speed in his eyes enough to go through a set. Han Woo-jin followed his service coat around with a sharp bashing ball without any time delay. I was going to end with this.

‘... It's not moving. ’

The location of Chompoo that I peered at did not change a bit where the sub was blown. He was halfway down the racket, waiting for Han Woojin's return. Hanwoojin, who did not feel the need to return with all his strength, only brought the racket lightly. Ball Thread

Lin's strength bounces back and forth into the mesh.

Barrels!

The ball hits the racket and bounces over the net, watching it roll in place. That was the end of the second round of Kim Cheon Open.

“Game Hanwoojin! Match 1 by Hanwoojin, score 26, 36! ”

[Hanwoojin from NK Mountain will tap Chompoo from Thailand and advance to the 8th Precinct! Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a big round of applause to the two players who played a great match!]

My friend, a small voice hovered around the outdoor stadium and soon disappeared. Hanwoojin glanced at the audience with a few people sitting there. Even though Korea is tennis inferior, it's not that popular.

I didn't think Future would have to play in this indifference until I reached the Challenger level. I felt like the pros didn't like foreign competitions for no reason.

After shaking hands with a heavyweight Thai player, Han Woo-jin walked out of his coat, with an alarm ringing in his head that was no different than the first round.

[Great Play! Skills you use for the first time win 2 Rounds of the Challenge League will gain a huge XP bonus.]

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

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

‘I didn't level up today. ’

It seemed like it wasn't level up just after it went up yesterday. Hanwoojin placed his flabby butt next to Shin Se-yeon, who was waiting in the audience without much emotion. Then Shin Se-yeon gave out a cold towel and a bucket of water.

“Well done. So far, so good. ”

“Phew, I'm a little tired. ”

No, Han Woo-jin's neck was covered with a scorching sweatband. He was in a good position to burn, and within a few hours on his coat, the diseased sweat band had recurred. It wasn't meant to interfere with the game, but it did sting a little.

I wasn't slick.

As I wiped off my sweat with a towel, my itching was reduced. After cooling his throat with cool water, Han Woo-jin was able to look down at his coat from the start of the next match.

However, he had to be interrupted before focusing on the game. Shin Se-yeon suddenly spoke to me.

“Woojin, you haven't heard the news, right? ”

“What news? ”

Han Woo-jin asked with a curious face. He rarely sat in front of the computer and didn't take care of the newspaper. So if someone doesn't tell me, I don't even know what's going on these days. Shin Se-yeon looks like she knew it.

I looked at the text on my phone and said,

“Yesterday at around 1 p.m., Choi Hyun-hyuk won the Sapporo Open Final. And Kim Hyung was 23 years old and won the Challenger League in 10 months. Do you know what that means? ”

“… the youngest record has been updated. ”

Han Woo-jin or Choi Yeon-Hyuk or Born in 1984. He beat Kim Hyung's challenger winner a year earlier, unless he was 23 years old. Shin Se-yeon glanced at Han Woo-jin's face and asked as if talking.

“Don't you regret it? That's a record that Mr. Woojin could have set up. ”

“It's a bit of a waste. ”

However, Han Woo-jin had time to smile and answer. When he set the youngest winner of the Challenger, he eventually turned 18 years old, Lee Jeong-hyun, into the future. I was naturally calm when I remembered that memory.

And the goal. As long as Grand Slam was the destination, there was no reason to cling to the record in the Challenger. Even Choi Hyuk probably doesn't mean much to this record. Hanwoojin shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze back to his coat.

Shin Se-yeon looked at his side with a strange look. But she never spoke to me again until the game was over.

* * *

At the end of the match, a sand was red in the sky, with eight rounds down, and the race that started around 10 am was over after 6 am. The break in the middle was part of the increase.

“Here we are. ”

A new car arrived in the parking lot in front of the house. Hanwoojin opened the door and said to Shin Se-yeon. The sun hasn't set yet, but the wind was cool. I felt like walking around for a while.

“I'm going to walk around and come in. If you're not back by 7: 00, you have dinner first. ”

“Yes, be careful and come around. Don't forget, there's a game tomorrow. ”

Shin Se-yeon entered the hotel holding the camera that recorded the match in her arms as always. After transmitting her appearance until she disappeared, Hanwoojin turned around, and as soon as he lifted his head, he saw an unexpected figure.

“It's been a while.”

“… Reporter Kim Sang-pil? ”

A middle-aged man appeared behind the telegraph stand with a big smile. He reached out his hand and asked for a handshake, and Han Woo-jin accepted it without much thought. Then Kim Sang-pil looked around and took out a small voice.

“Don't you have that scary agent girl? ”

“Shall I call it in?”

In Hanwoojin's reflective question, Kim Sang-pil shakes his head so hard that his chunky cheeks flutter. I was surprised to become one of those reactions that seemed to have nightmares.

“Why are you scared of Se-yeon? Did something happen? ”

“Hehe, I cut it like a knife every time I call to ask for a story, but what young lady is so cold...”

Kim began to talk about the days after the passages, whether there was some pile up. It was not a good idea to stand in the middle of the parking lot and listen to the two black males talk and be amazed. Han Woo-jin said to Sang-pil Kim to take over

I hung up for a while.

“Let's move. Have you eaten?”

“Kmm, not yet. ”

“Then let's find a place nearby to talk. Oh, you're not here for the story, are you? ”

“I don't have any ideas today. But why is that...? ”

In a few words, Sang-pil Kim had to curl his mouth with an embarrassing face.

“Then we should call Seyeon. You can't have an interview without an agent. ”

“Absolutely not. ”

In the end, Kim Sang-pil had to insist on not doing the interview. He was the one who had gone through all the labor, but his body shrunk to respond coldly to Shin Se-yeon's age. Besides, I didn't really come here for an interview today.

It took them about 10 minutes to find a restaurant with a neat design. The restaurant was not a luxurious home, but the low-fat meat menu caught Hanwoojin's eye. After the spell, Kim Sang-pil puts his arms on the table and you

You twisted your instruction jaw.

“Have you heard the news about Choi Hyuk? ”

“If you're referring to the Sapporo Open winner, I heard earlier. ”

Kim Sang-pil nodded his head and said. The junior journalist who was sent to Sapporo yesterday wrote an article about it. Han Woo-jin was quite calm, though he had hoped that he would have feelings for his rival's capture of the youngest winning record.

was talking to his face.

His enthusiasm that had accumulated told me it was not a lie. Either the bowl is big or it's just mild. First, Sang-pil Kim decided to put a weight on the electronics side.

“People are excited right now. Tennis is so unpleasant in my country, it's not just the two people who want a star player to appear. ”

“… is that so? ”

Hanwoojin asked as he recalled the empty audience seat of Kim Choon Open. It was a huge audience at the Mets Open, compared to the response level of fireflies ahead of the month. But does anyone else think that tennis is a hot topic? He was skeptical.

But Kim Sang-pil was different. At least he thought things could get better.

“There are three players who are looking forward to it. This time, Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok. Any idea who the last one is? ”

“… Kim Hyung Athlete. ”

Kim Sang-phil nodded in response. South Korea's 88th place in the world ranking was the only hope for tennis in Korea. If it wasn't for the two of you, Korea wouldn't have any talent to compare it to.

It was.

I heard that the two emerging talents' gait overlapped with him. There was a reason why Kim Sang-pil came to interview Han Woo-jin, not even for an interview.

“Seoul Open, where you'll probably encounter Han Woojin and Kim Hyung. I wanted to talk to you about that, so I came here. ”

“What do you mean...? ”

He did not even look surprised by Han Woojin's hesitant expression, and Kim Sang-pil continued to speak with a bold face. And by the end of the sentence, Han Woo-jin was looking down at the table with a stiff face, unlike before.

“Dinner's ready. ”

A chicken tenderloin steak cooked out of oil and a doncas ceremony were placed in front of the two people. To Han Woo-jin, who quietly forked and knife-wielded, Kim Sang-pil added a note to finish the story.

“Personally, I'd like to cheer for Han Woojin. ”

That wasn't very comforting.

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