God of Tennis

The game eventually returned to Han Woo-jin's victory. No matter how disoriented the situation was, the difference in skills was a natural result. Wang Chen shakes his hand, thinking that it was a regrettable but satisfying battle. Contrast with Han Woo-jin's expressionless face

was a face.

‘It's annoying.'

Why do I have to do this?

Hanwoojin stepped out of his court, placing Chen's rough grip. I even disturbed the sound of notifications coming from my ears. I didn't like the fact that he had already decided to advance with all his strength. I needed something... to get rid of this useless notion.

It's a way to get rid of them.

[Normal Play! Increases the EXP of the skills you used to win the first 8 Challenge League matches.]

[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 again. Moreover, I heard that even the evaluation of play is normal because of the poor performance of the match. From Han Woojin's perspective, his glabella was crumpled.

I couldn't keep playing in this condition. He was more likely to have a stronger opponent than King Chen in the next match, and not to mention the final.

Shin Se-yeon followed behind him, leaving the stadium with a tired face. Unlike usual, she looks at Han Woojin with a stiff look on her face. As he looked at the ground, he stopped and raised his gaze toward Shin Se-yeon who was standing in front of him.

“… Se-yeon? ”

“We need to talk. ”

She doesn't intend to compromise at all. His condition was poor and he couldn't let it go. Hanwoojin dares to nod. I needed someone to talk to.

“Let's go where we can talk. ”

* * *

It was a typical cafe on the outskirts of the town where the two of them moved. There were very few guests because it was not a franchise point. When I went to the corner and sat down, even the quiet music hid the sound.

Shin Se-yeon headed to the counter, took an Americano and a lemonade and placed it on the table. Hanwoojin lost his sight because of the same configuration one day.

“Why are you smiling? ”

It was a vague voice, but it sounded like it was being shot because of a face that was colder than usual. Han Woo-jin took a sip of lemonade, which was fluttering. Only after seeing it did Shin Se-yeon start talking.

“Today's game, you know it was a mess, right? ”

“… Yes. ”

Han Woo-jin did not deny it. I couldn't deny it at first. It was a problem that anyone who had ever seen his match could point out. The restraints and trajectories of the sub, as well as the quality of the other ball, were greatly degraded. Machine-like sophistication

Dunne Play just died.

After accepting his offer, she sips the coffee in front of her, halfway to the top, and lowers her glass. The sound of a bang rang in the quiet cafe.

“I didn't mean it this morning, but I need to hear it now. What the hell is wrong with you? ”

Sincerely, Shin Se-yeon didn't know why. According to her observation, there was no good reason why Han Woo-jin would break his condition at the Kim Cheon Open. Even health care was perfect.

Then Han Woo-jin thought for a moment. Can I tell her what Sang-pil Kim said? Don't you think it's something you should hide when you see him sneaking in and giving it away?

‘It's not Se-yeon. ’

He finally opened his mouth. It was not necessary to hide it from Shin Se-yeon. I could not neglect the agents who care for me through the night. Only when Han Woo-jin opened her mouth did she start listening with serious eyes. His Story

lasted for almost 10 minutes.

But I couldn't vomit out all of his inner concerns. How should we explain the achievements Kim will leave behind, the respect in the years that have already disappeared, and the glory that can become absent through one small act?

Of course, there was no guarantee that Han Woo-jin would beat Kim. But there was no guarantee that he could not win. His skill rises elixir every time he goes through a competition. After winning the Kim Choon Open, it was obvious that there would be a step further ahead than that.

Han Woo-jin also contributed to the fact that nothing changed, whether he won at the Seoul Open or semi-winning. Unlike Kim Hyung, who is at the peak of his life, he has just crossed the start point. Han Woo-jin didn't say that the former director made himself Tokyo.

He had no idea he was going to kick her out.

Han Woo-jin looked at the woman in front of him, anxious as to return the answer.

She returned with a face that was as plain as ever.

“That's the story of Kim Hyung, right? ”

“Ugh.”

Han Woo-jin swallowed his breath without even knowing it. It was because Shin Se-yeon managed to pierce the core of the story. She explained, not surprisingly.

“I got a call earlier. The Association might talk about Woojin's contest for the Seoul Open. ”

“Then…”

“We'll talk about it later. The president will take care of the pressures, so it's first for both of us to solve the dysfunction of Mr. Ujin's condition we're facing. ”

It was still like a knife. Shin Se-yeon ruled out the external elements of competitions such as associations and presidents at once. She put Han Woo-jin's care first because she's in bad shape right now. Hanwoojin followed the cut horse and kept his mouth shut. He was right.

Shin Se-yeon lightly threw the headache.

“Would you like to think about the opposite? ”

“On the contrary?”

I can't feel it. When Han Woo-jin tilted her head, she said a few more words. It was not a difficult metaphor.

“Let's assume that Woojin is the position of Kim Hyung. I had an important competition this year, and I was preparing for it. They were running around the competition, stacking up points, polishing their senses. ”

“Yes.”

He nods, not knowing what he's talking about.

However, a few words followed hit Han Woojin's head vigorously. It was a shock to think about and fly away.

“But I'm going to change my schedule, because I might win and get in your way." Now, how do you feel? ”

My mouth was open. Hanwoojin, who almost swallowed the lemonade, quickly closed his mouth. Fortunately, I did not show a trend to drink in my mouth. He was fascinated by the unexpected transition of ideas. You can't possibly think like that.

Dani?

If Han Woo-jin was Kim, or if he was the same position as Kim,

Do you think we can take that bastard, Miss Lamborgham, for granted?

“... That must feel really dirty. ”

“Right?"

Shin Se-yeon took the coffee that remained satisfactory. The cup was quickly emptied even though it was quite hot and bitter. She stood up to order another drink. Meanwhile, Han Woo-jin realized his arrogance.

He mutters in a hollow voice.

“Am I an idiot? ”

Respect is not an expression of quirkiness or wishful thinking. But he almost did it himself.

Han Woo-jin suddenly felt refreshed in his complicated head that had been twisting since yesterday. It felt like the dust that had been piled up for years was being mopped up at once.

I really admired him, so I had to hit him with all my might. A sportsman surrenders to victory or defeat. Even if his victory eliminates a player's achievement called Kim Hyung, it is correct unless it is the result of a legitimate victory. Him.

I also wondered when Han Woo-jin was going to take care of the other players.

Only after fighting with all your might can we respect each other, whether we are winners or losers. Besides, he looks down and worries as if he already won. It was a pathetic behavior.

“Have you thought this through? ”

“Yes, thank you very much, Se-yeon. ”

“You're welcome. ”

Shin Se-yeon shrugged her shoulders lightly and sat down. This time it was caramel macchiato and smelled sweeter than coffee. She glanced at Han Woojin sideways as she drank her smoky coffee. I know you're feeling better.

It was for my own good.

‘That's better. Thank goodness.'

It was difficult to read Han Woo-jin because he didn't show his emotions on the original face. However, it also meant that it was easy to read when emotions were revealed. There was also a reason to worry about his condition from morning.

But now it seemed fine. The face that sank darkly or the eyes that were sagging down returned to normal.

Shin Se-yeon put down the cup of coffee with her worries. My voice sank and my strength returned.

“Well, let's get to work. ”

“Yes?”

Han Woo-jin asked with a pretty face. Work? You're not here to talk about his condition?

And Shin Se-yeon smashed the right idea all at once. When a bunch of laptops and A4 papers popped out of her bag that she was always carrying, Han Woo-jin reflectively raised his hand on her forehead. That was real.

“Let's start with someone from the 4th Precinct. ”

Seeing Shin Se-yeon's brightest face during the briefing, Han Woo-jin calmly lowered his gaze. I couldn't find a way or a reason to escape.

* * *

Korean tennis scene is small. A player somewhere won a competition, and it was only a matter of time before a story came to his ears. That's why the front lines of Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok spread so quickly.

However, there were many players whose names did not spread much. Yoon Kyeong-soo, third in Korea's national ranking and 218 in the world ranking, was also one of them.

He said to his agent in a crooked voice.

“That Han Woo-jin or Woo-joon, he didn't seem to mind watching the game today. ”

“I don't think he was in a good mood. ”

Yoon Kyungsoo was the child of a well-behaved house. So I went to the competition without a sponsor, and I hired an agent as Savvy to continue my athletic career. Therefore, the attitude of the agent had to be relatively polite compared to others.

“You're in no condition, you little shit. ”

Yoon Kyungsoo, who was only twenty-five, said nothing, but the agent didn't react. It's been six years since I've managed to deal with that fucking personality.

“Hyung-jun, tell me honestly. I'm good. Is he good? ”

Park Hyung-jun, Yoon Kyung-su's agent, shut up for a moment. If I raise Han Woo-jin's hand here, I'm sure he'll give a shit about everything. And today Hanwoojin's match was quite disappointing. If it was like today, Yoon Gyeong-soo was also quite likely to win.

“If you do it like today, you can win enough. ”

“Right? But I don't know why the newspapers only show her name. ”

Yoon Kyungsoo's side calms down. He had a feeling of inferiority that he was not aware of. It was a typical type of ranker in the country who was not able to see the light because it was hidden by a Giant named Kim.

My career and skills were overwhelmingly different when I played against Kim Hyung, and I became jealous because two new people came up with arrogance like Mo. Park Hyung-jun had a great understanding of the psychology of Yoon Kyung-su.

“Except for one Future winner, who barely made it out of the ATP Tour and flipped over, right? Those burlesque bastards are hilarious, really. ”

Park Hyung-jun barely held back his mouth, wanting to say that it was so great, "Fortunately, Yoon Gyeong-soo was able to ignore the feeling because he directly connected the words.

“Tomorrow's game, who do you think will win? ”

Here. Park Hyung-jun wiped the dried lips with his tongue. The degree of hysteria you have to endure today depends on what you say here. He vomited a few words after a short and long thought.

“… six to four. ”

“Six? Six. I don't like it. But I'm trusting you because you're my brother. Okay?"

“Yes.”

Though he thought he was taller, Yoon Kyung Soo left the room to relax and eat. Park Hyeong-jun swallowed the stuffed horse out of his throat.

Han Woo-jin was 6.

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