God of Tennis

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Hanwoojin sighed, seeing the letters clearly reflected in his brain.

There are only four. I need only four Aces to succeed, but James didn't give up until the end. I was able to return all the sub except for the one shot I managed by stabbing it so closely. As Han Woo-jin, I have no choice but to burn.

There were no results.

‘I can't look bad with what I do best. ’

It would have made me feel better if I was normal. Not unless you know what it is to upgrade your skills. He closed his eyes and calmed his mind for a while. It was meaningless to say what had happened in the past. Immediate disorientation

It's cleared out.

A voice came from the right side of Hanwoojin. It was a quiet but catchy voice that was unique to Shin Se-yeon.

“Woojin, are you very tired now? Can I get you an energy drink? ”

“... I'm not John. I need to think about something. ”

“What are you thinking? ”

It was Han Woo-jin who responded reflectively to her worrying voice, but I didn't think about the reason for the reflective response. He quickly rolls his eyes and finds excuses. Fortunately, there's something that I can't help but notice.

He's here.

It was the German who lay in the seats and the Japanese who looked at it with unfair eyes.

“Max Muller. ”

“Ah…! ”

After hearing that, Shin Se-yeon followed Han Woo-jin's gaze to the athlete's seat. She frowns slightly at the two athletes who are completely in contrast. Max's faithless attitude toward her who prefers to be neat.

was an eyesore.

And the reason Han Woojin's group is in the audience right now is very simple. It was because Han Woo-jin was a long time behind. Moreover, if I wanted to see the game more widely, I liked to look up and down in the audience, not next to it.

‘It's relaxing. ’

To be precise, Hanwoojin, who came up to the audience to see Max Muller, twitched his eyebrows at the sight of Max, who could hardly find a single eyebrow. Arrogance with skills, but he's relaxing in front of an opponent who will be on the other side in a moment.

It was almost an insult.

Maybe that's why Okuda's staring at Max with slow eyes. Hanwoojin understood the harsh atmosphere of the headstone, even though it was quite a distance.

And that understanding was almost perfect.

* * *

On the day of Hanwoojin's second round, the MBS Sports Channel was also busy that day.

Just as Bundesliga won the relay on the sports channel, he won't be able to narrate and broadcast all the matches, so does tennis, except for a few players. Especially in the case of Korea, during the opening of this propaganda campaign for Han Woo-jin

It was the same as the instruction.

However, Hanwoojin had too much time to broadcast the broadcast, and there was no time to feel like an unrestrained national street. Some notable rankers often have their mouths stuffed.

Max Müller was also the case. I was the top ranker when I was a two-time winner, so I had no reason to forget the commentary. The three commentators sat down and took an introduction. I've been doing some research for today.

It was you.

Now, the second day of the Shenzhen Opening was bright. Good evening, viewers. This is Park Sung-jin, MBS Sports Channel.

Let's say hello to a lively commentary again today. Shiny.

Hello, I'm Cha Soo-hyun.

The three commentators greeted each other, resolved some gossip and bought us some time. There were 10 minutes left before the game began. Until then, it was their job to keep the viewers from turning on the TV channel.

Being gossipy is always a gossip of man. Otherwise, Max was an archetype with bad rumors. A drink is a drink. A woman is a woman. Seeing that he was disappointed with everything, there were many incidents involved, and he climbed to the top of his head. Park Sung-jin brought it out first.

Today's first match will be with Max Müller, a player who can claim to be the best winner at the Shenzhen Open. By the way, Yoon, have you heard anything about Player Max?

Hmm... I don't think I've heard a good sound before. I heard you're good at competitiveness, but the rumors aren't good.

What rumors?

In the subtle timing, Cha Soo-hyun put the Chuimbird next to her. If anyone had seen it, it would have been the first time I heard it today. He clears his throat a lot and unravels the story about Max with a quiet voice. Margie.

It was a sound that gave me such nuance that I could not tell a story.

Before that, do you know what Max's nickname is?

- What is it?

It's called the Beast.

The beast. The two commentators nod at the same time.

It seemed like a good nickname. His face was also colorful compared to his eyewear, and his playstyle all over his coat was so dynamic that he reminded me of a beast.

But that wasn't all.

Shiny smiles and small whispers, walking on the tail of his mouth.

The problem is the beast flew out of his coat.

Out of your coat? What are you talking about?

That's...

His mouth dared to speak, and he once again filled his mouth with a past that could also be called Max's Black History. Moreover, they were not merely suspicions. It had already been proven by numerous paparazzi and sports channels.

Some people say they've touched a few female fans who've visited their homes, and some say they've been drunken and disturbed the day before the competition. The nickname "Beast" actually goes around saying that it was attached before becoming a ranker.

Ugh... My face is fine, but I can't believe it. Well, there are some of those athletes. who are good, but they're tough and they're weird.

But there are rare players who can't manage their privacy. They're reluctant, but they're also incredibly talented if you expect them to be in Germany.

Cha Soo-hyun was right. As long as there are no legal issues, a player's privacy or reputation will not affect his ranking. Only thorough skill determines the position of a professional.

So Germany relied on a genius named Max Müller. I believed he would show me a higher place, and pushed the young man with a temper like no other.

The commentators, who were only talking about Max for a while, stopped speaking from the moment he woke up. It was because I finally knew that the game I was waiting for was coming.

As soon as Max gets up from the bench he was lying on, he lightly turns his shoulders and relaxes. Stretching was separate from being careless. For sports athletes who excessively use their joints, stretching was close to breathing. Every day when you're neglectful

It feeds on life.

The fur of Max, 6 '7 "tall, full body inflated with elastic muscles, was so threatening that even the weakest of men could not see it. The muscles, which had been soft for a while through stretching, swelled up even more.

Subsequently, the Facilitators come to the front seat and call out the names of the two players.

It was the beginning of the second round.

* * *

The two players with completely different looks stood between the nets with a contrasting look on their faces. Unlike Okuda, who was fixating on her face with tightness, Max was completely relaxed from start to finish. It has absolutely nothing to do with psychological warfare,

It was a relaxation I felt in myself.

Before the start of the match, the two players greet each other with a brief explanation of a set of rules. Okuda spoke to Max in English, which is a little awkward but easy to understand.

“Ma'am, nice to meet you. ”

Okuda holds out her right hand and asks for a handshake. I was relieved of tension because of my Western face and unusual bristles. He looks stiff and waits for Max to clap his hands.

But Max doesn't move. He gazed carefully at Okuda's hand, not yawning.

What, what? ’

Okuda struggles to endure the chills of her back. Obviously, I didn't do anything threatening, but I just got Max's attention and my body started to tremble. It was a very strange sensation.

Hot meal.

Max reaches out his right hand to hold his hand. Then Okuda sighs of relief. But the relief was too early. Okuda's face hardens, knowing that her body is being dragged away by a powerful grip. Max was drawn to him. Wheat.

I whispered in my ear, being kind.

“Hey, jap. ”

Irony, sarcasm. It sounded like a scratching voice. Moreover, it was an insult that even the incompetent English of Okuda could guess its meaning. Jap was a typical profanity for Japanese people.

In order not to be heard by the referee, Max, who approached his body as if he were a close friend, said something in fluent English to the ear of Okuda.

“Why don't you stop with the clumsy talk? It makes me sick to see a monkey mimic a person. ”

“F-what? ”

“ Can't you hear me? Cry like a monkey, jab. I'm pretty pissed off that an inferior guy like you is my opponent. ”

Before Okuda can argue with anything, Max snaps his head off. If you curse here, Okuda will warn the referee. He swallowed twenty thousand mouths that had come to his throat.

"Son of a bitch...! ’

The referee senses that there was a problem between the two players, but there was nothing he could do. After a moment of hesitation, the referee took out a coin and ricocheted with a familiar flick of his hand. It was a coin toss for a sub-world.

And the sub-sphere was passed on to Okuda.

“Max Muller on my right! Okuda Ryosuke on my left! Okuda to Serve! ”

The two players waited for the start of the judgement as they took their own positions. In particular, Okuda's eyes, which were unexpectedly insulted on her coat, were blazing like a flame.

Finally, the referee declares the beginning with a wave of his hands.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! ”

Okuda does not hesitate. Although he insisted on a two-handed style, he got a lot from playing Han Woo-jin. He trained himself in other skills, including sub, and supplemented the weaknesses that could have been caused by the Forhand Double.

Okuda's racket, who tossed the ball without hesitation, split the wind with a fierce force.

Paan!

It was not that quick of a restraining order because the strength level was not high. But I was full of strength. Okuda's serve hits Max's service coat with a whirring of wind.

Bam!

Max takes the sub with ease. It was not a very great ball. A neatly returned ball falls to Okuda's right. Marks seems to win points just by looking at the ball going back to a fierce force.

‘You're too shallow. ’

However, I saw it differently. Okuda's Forhand Double is a counter-style optimized for bouncing back and forth balls. A ball like that was only good food after all.

On the contrary, Okuda moves to the right with both hands. It was a distinctive movement of the switch heater, with excellent reflexes. Max's return ball quickly entered the jurisdiction.

Puang!

It sounded like it was firing cannons compared to other battles. Okuda's Two Hands take back the ball to the right with overwhelming power. The power in both hands lifts the ball's restraint to 200 knots per hour.

It's over.

It was an idea that came to mind for all the viewers who were watching the contest, or watching the contest. Okuda's Two Hands were perfect, and Max's herbs were impeccable.

Only two people thought differently. One was Edgar, Max's coach and agent, and the other was not to be said.

The beast leaps as if it were bouncing off a spring.

Paan!

Max's body shifted to a terrifying force and hit the ball with his back hand while rotating without looking at the ball. It was too heavy for a whip. Even the masculine rebar seemed to be wielding the illusion.

And the demolition took down Okuda's sideline.

“L, Love Fifteen (0: 15)! ”

Even the referee stuttered, and the president was silent, not in time.

Even Hanwoojin had to open his mouth and be appalled by a peculiar return.

That's a real monster.

The End

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