God of Tennis

There was a sense of camaraderie from the beginning. It was a peculiar pressure that felt like something was pressing against the area around your neck. But I didn't care much. It was because it wasn't uncommon for me to feel this uncomfortable during a game.

Yoon Kyungsoo was cursing himself 30 minutes before thinking so peacefully.

‘Damn...! ’

He looks at the opponent across the net with his calmly set eyes.

There was Han Woo-jin who looked no different from the time of the first game of the set. With the exception of a few drops of sweat, even breathing was calm. On the other hand, Yoon Kyungsoo's lungs were sore from pressing his breath up to his shoulder.

Yoon Kyungsoo's physical strength, who had enjoyed drinking and smoking, was clearly not good. However, so far the limit has been so rare that there was no big problem. It's his trait to play against domestic futures and challengers that he can't win.

Hardly existed.

Is this the price for your tricks? Today, Yoon Kyung Soo was horrified to meet Han Woo-jin, whose style corresponds to his counter.

A clever number is not commonly used more than once. In order to overcome Hanwoojin, he had to use a high level of countermeasures that he could not cope with, or techniques he could not cope with. And Yoon Kyeong-soo was neither.

Paan!

“Game Hanwoojin! ”

There was no emotion in the voice of judgment. However, even Yoon Kyungsoo was in a daze. It felt like everything in the world was mocking him. He was enduring coming to throw away the racket right now.

With the score down to 52, the two players moved their coats. The faces of the two crossing people were very contrasting.

"Son of a bitch..."

Yoon Kyungsoo stared at Han Woo-jin walking across the street, gripping his teeth. I even heard the illusion of laughter flowing from underneath the expressionless face. Han Woo-jin's face remained unchanged, whether he lost a point or won a point, an unintended pressure on the opponent.

It gave me a feeling of intimacy.

In fact, the game was over. Even though Yoon Kyungsoo had taken out all of the skills he had hidden and responded, Han Woo-jin won with a score of 64. There was nothing to say now that the bottom was exposed.

“Game 8, serve from Han Woojin! ”

The voice of the referee moves the two halted bodies. Han Woo-jin raised the ball with an indifferent face. The small gesture seemed to make Yun Kyung Soo feel as if the reaper had raised his sickle.

I was overstepping my boundaries.

There was a reason for that. Hanwoojin tosses the ball and adds some strength to his half-free grip. The power he saved in one set is only shining now.

‘The bottomless are revealed. Then it's over.’

The reason he was losing power was simple. It was because Yoon Kyung-soo's ability to move around was so great that even Han Woo-jin had a few things to learn.

I was amazed at the strange trajectory of the topspins and the unreadable drives of the left and right bounds. They showed that personality and skill had nothing to do with it.

But even after two sets were halfway through, I could see the ground. Technology was not limitless, and it was obvious that it lacked the stamina to support it.

Throughout the set, Hanwoojin adjusted and endured the restraint of the sub to a level a little less than 180 km. By allowing the opponent to return, the rally continues. As a result, Yun Kyung Soo revealed everything she had and broke her hand.

Paan!

At 195 km/h.

The highest restraint he can keep without putting any weight on his body. It was like lightning for Yoon Kyung-soo who had become accustomed to the 170 kilometers of sub that has been hit so far. A green lightning bolt protruding from the center of the racket knocks the coat restlessly.

“15: 0! ”

From left to right, the technique was unnecessary. As Leonard himself demonstrated, one overwhelming advantage is burying all the other weaknesses.

“30: 0! ”

Yoon Kyungsoo showed the bottom. It was literal. Technically, as well as physically, the body's function has also reached its limit. He struggles to hold on to his shivering calves as he exhales on his shoulders.

“40: 0! Hanwoojin Match Points! ”

Service Ace followed. Yoon Kyeong-soo finally loses his strength to move and stretches out his racket dazed. He couldn't believe it. I wanted to deny that I had been defeated by Luki Navuraeng, and that all of Han Woo-jin's ability to surpass me had been denied.

However, reality does not change.

Yoon Kyungsoo did not accept this reality until the fourth sub that would decorate the end of the match flew in.

Paan!

“Game Hanwoojin! Match One by Han Woo-jin! 64, 62! ”

That's how the game ended.

Hanwoojin turned his back on Yoon Kyung-soo, who could not convince his defeat. There was only one thing you could know after a fight.

‘Too bad.’

Yoon Kyeong-soo was still a competitor with room for improvement. If he had been meticulously trained, he would have had the talent to be ready for defeat. This victory was not only for him, but also for the sincere nature of his opponent.

If you work hard to tidy up your mess and learn a lesson from today's game...

‘It's my job to worry. ’

Smile and erase the possibilities that come to mind.

Soon after, Han Woo-jin's brain was filled with a floating window. Only three people named Yoon Gyeong-soo remained in the corner of the memory.

Kimcheon Open is over.

* * *

Challengers and Futures were only one step apart, but the prizes and scores awarded to the winners were one dimension apart. Andong Futures awarded 27 ranking points and a prize of $1500. What about Kim Choon Open?

“I've already sent all the 30,000 dollars. Are you sure you want to check back later? ”

“… Okay. ”

Han Woo-jin forgot his words for a moment. He was more concerned with the players to deal with or his status window than the prizes and points that were falling by competition. However, I had no idea what the prize for Kim Choon Open would be. And that amount is expected.

I jumped a long way.

A prize of $15,000.

110 ATP ranking points.

Ranking points were more than 4x and prizes were more than 10 times higher. Han Woo-jin thought he was making money like a pro, and it felt silly to think that he was making 30 million won in a week.

Even if it wasn't a special contract for Joe, it was 15 million won. After a few months of jumping and rolling, the money that was in his hand was in one hand. I didn't even think of a little plan of what to do with this money. He was a socialite after all.

‘Let's take a little breather. ’

I didn't feel bad. Rather, the whole body was filled with a strange feeling of affluence that seemed to float. So I felt the need to cool my head even more.

There were a few more from Kim Cheon Open this time. His secrets no one else knows.

Hanwoojin

Strength 61/HP 62/Agility 60

HP 1820/2480 SP 690/690

Forehand: 12/20

Backhand: 9/20

Sub-Level: 12/20

Bali Level: 8 of 20

Smash Level: 10/20

Dropshot Level: 9 of 20

Robe Level: 9/20

Special Skills: Sparrow (sub), Slug (smash)

Kim Cheon Open's reward fell a step further due to ATP250 league entries, but was nonetheless satisfactory enough. Hanwoojin gained 2 free statpoints and increased the forehand and dropshot levels by 1.

Along with this mysterious system, Han Woo-jin realized something. What was the most important of the stats.

‘Agility is paramount. ’

It wasn't even a guess. I was confident that my strength and stamina would increase somewhat through training. Agility was a thoroughly symbolic figure of talent. No training has ever been easy, no other stats.

It was about 1 when I climbed this 5.

He was also responsible for some of the most important factors involved in competitiveness. Reflexes, pupillary vision, etc. were the area of ​ ​ agility.

So Han Woo-jin pushed all the stats he could invest freely into agility. The other stats had a lot of room to rise, whether by training or reward, but they were not agile.

“Mr. Woojin? ”

“Yes?”

Suddenly, Shin Se-yeon spoke, and Han Woo-jin's voice raised a tone. The reaction was confusing because I was thinking about it.

She speaks with a cautious voice in case she wakes up anyone who was sleeping.

“Are you very tired? I'll talk to you later. ”

“It's okay. I fell asleep for a while. ”

Hanwoojin, who had good physical strength, could not feel the amount of blood that would be shed. Moreover, I didn't think she would tell a long story while driving.

Only after the signal was red and the car stopped, Shin Se-yeon's voice flowed in the car.

“I heard some good news earlier. I heard about the Seoul Open Sid...”

She drags the horse for a moment, looking in the back seat. Han Woo-jin blinked his eyes in horror because he knew what was in English.

“Seoul Open, are you going out? ”

“Yes.”

A resolved voice. It was thanks to her, but it was also thanks to the resolve of the conflict that had been piled up on the inside without her realizing it. It was good to see that Han Woo-jin would not be shaken by such trivial concerns. As soon as the cleaning is done,

Just as it's not easy to put it back on.

When Han Woo-jin was certain, Shin Se-yeon sighed for relief and put the news in her mouth from the director.

“At the Seoul Open, Kim Hyeong-seong has entered Sid 1 and Woo-jin has entered Sid 18. The numbers are off, so you won't see them until the finals. ”

“Number 18...”

18 is a vague number that falls slightly backwards from the corresponding 16. Given that it is a 32-state tournament, Seeds 1 and 18 have never encountered each other until they reach the finals.

Is this good news or bad news? It was hard to answer as Han Woo-jin. There was no reason to determine whether the encounter in full condition would be advantageous before the power was exhausted, or if both sides should remain a little less energetic.

The moment he heard about Sid and was about to think about it, Shin Se-yeon opened her lips as if the story wasn't over yet.

“This is just a message, and I have some good news. ”

“What?"

Han Woo-jin tilted his head as he had no idea. Then she smiled and added.

“One of the seed players assigned to Mr. Woojin withdrew for injuries. There was no one else to fill the vacancy, so they just called it quits. ”

“Then?”

“It's a setback. Did they call it a setback? ”

A butt.

Han Woo-jin gave a shivering look. It started at the beginning of the 16th chapter. Luck or bad luck. I thought there was nothing negative about it. Since we just finished the competition, we have an extra day to rest. He decides.

Lehi answered.

“Then the day after tomorrow is Seoul Open. ”

“Yes.”

The green light is on again. Shin Se-yeon turned her head forward and ended the conversation with a soft voice.

“I'm going to Woojin's house today. You said rest until tomorrow. Have a good time with your family. ”

“… Thank you. ”

I continued training after the Mets Open. I ran, ate, and fell asleep again. Then I went on a business trip to Kim Choon Open.

For the first time in my life, I could not afford to spend time with my family even after winning the Future Games.

‘Ah.'

I wanted to buy a gift on the way. Han Woo-jin said carefully.

“Se-yeon, can I stop by the department store on the way? ”

“Of course.”

She gladly replied with a familiar face.

Hanwoojin closed his slightly heavier eyelids as he watched the scenery flowing through the car window. About an hour until we get to Lotte's department store in the bedroom. As soon as I closed my eyes, I became unconscious.

And the car quickly became quiet.

Finish

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