God of Tennis

When Han Woo-jin opened the door, Shin Se-yeon and two journalists were outside. The plot was unilateral, and reporters were questioning why they wouldn't let her in, and Shin Se-yeon painted a thorough line against them.

“We are unable to accept requests for unannounced interviews. Please contact the NK Cargo Vehicle or me and I will appreciate your visit in the future. ”

“No, who are you to be so expensive? You're just going to say hello today? ”

Shin Se-yeon responded with a line that never loses her cool. However, the opposing Pokémon is different. The two journalists wearing sunglasses around their necks and pressing on their hats didn't expect to back off. Instead, I got caught up in Shin Se-yeon's attitude.

When they saw Hanwoojin open the door, they immediately turned their gaze. It was a complete disregard for an agent called Shin Se-yeon. Her cold, frozen face twitches lightly.

“Hanwoojin, give me a minute! ”

“… Who are you? ”

So Han Woo-jin's voice went down. Ignoring Shin Se-yeon was like ignoring yourself. Do we need to be polite to those reporters? It's ridiculous to be emotional when you're guarding the wire.

It was her voice she told me not to do.

However, reporters were not aware of the situation. A middle-aged man stepped forward and put his hand in his lap. In the palm of his hand he pulls it out again, there is a piece of paper.

“Here, here's my business card. ”

Han Woo-jin didn't want to accept it, but he did. The person who was humiliated was so patient that he couldn't blow it up first. He endured the unpleasantness and got his business card and read it.

Sports Considerations

Senior Reporter Hwang Young-ho

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“You're the journalist?”

“Yes, it's the eighth year this year. You used to look for a business card before you handed it to me.You 're new, so it's pretty fresh. ”

It was truly an irritating attitude.

Hanwoojin twitched his eyebrows so small that he couldn't see them. There was a sense of superiority attached to a single word. It was a commonly seen human monarchy in the past. He raises his voice without knowing it.

“So, what are you looking for? ”

“What else could a journalist possibly be looking for in a sport other than an interview? I'm sure the game is over, but I'm guessing you don't have anything else scheduled for today? ”

Of course, it seemed that he would not be able to refuse his request. Han Woo-jin didn't understand what he was saying with confidence. Even the reporter who sneezed quietly from behind.

As I was about to spit out his bitterness, Shin Se-yeon stepped in front of a bird and wedged between the reporters and Han Woo-jin.

“Sorry, that's all for now. Han Woo-jin also has a game tomorrow. I have a duty as an agent to manage the condition of a player. ”

“What, you're an agent? ”

Hwang Young-ho rolled his thick eyes and swept through Shin Se-yeon's suit. She looks at her eyebrows without moving a single brow, even though there may have been a slight insult to the way she looks at them.

For a moment there was a static flow between the two of them. The air was so cold that even Hanwoojin flinched. It was a completely separate atmosphere from tennis. With Shin Se-yeon's attitude close to the iron wall, Hwang Young-ho first broke his will.

“Hmph, got it. I'll call you back when I see you. ”

“Yes, see you next time. ”

The two journalists considering the sport she gave them left without even looking back. Han Woo-jin, who was the first to go through this, looked at Shin Se-yeon's face with a little concern. She was always calm, but she didn't wake up.

I've never seen her face before.

However, Shin Se-yeon regained her expression as usual. She smiles at Hanwoojin as she spills herself.

He was a face that meant he didn't have to worry.

* * *

Han Woo-jin, who was slaughtered while trying to rest, woke up. So he decided to hear from Shin Se-yeon about what happened earlier. She also pointed out the rudeness of reporters as she pulled out the bottled water, whether it was secretly burned.

“It's very rude to approach the player immediately, as you did a moment ago. At least like Reporter Kim Sang-pil, you usually come back after contacting me as an agent or an agency. ”

“Well, I see. ”

Han Woo-jin nodded, who didn't know anything about this. Kim Sang-pil specialized in narrowing the streets with a four-year-old attitude, but he did not forget the basic etiquette. There was nothing to make me feel as offended as the people I just met.

He was treated like this for a number of reasons.

The fact that he was new, tennis is a sport that is treated as a minor in Korea, and considering sports itself as a very big magazine, it was a fact that some players looked down their eyes.

But it was not something Han Woo-jin had to understand.

“This is the first time, so I'm a little embarrassed. How am I supposed to deal with this? ”

“Well, as I said before, it's most important not to have an emotional attitude. because journalists are basically carrying recorders, so if you say something mean, you might get a weakness. ”

It was a routine used by journalists in other fields as well as sports. This is also an implication program that gathers viewers by digging up corruption in restaurants, and interviews with unacceptable people when publicly asked to do so.

Han Woo-jin said, puffing his eyes. His common sense did not make any sense.

“Is it okay to write a story like that? I think that's a legal issue. ”

“Of course it matters. But if they're a mass media company, it's hard to sue if the victim's side isn't big enough. Not to mention a newcomer who's been on his debut for less than a year. ”

“Phew, I can't help it. ”

I could sense in a strange direction that I still had a long way to go. He wouldn't have been treated like this if he had at least accumulated carriers on Kim's level.

However, Shin Se-yeon opened her eyes wide. It was like what you were talking about.

“Woojin, you still don't know where you are. ”

“Yes?”

Hanwoojin raised his voice in amazement of her point. That's what I wanted to say.

Practical ranking ranks anywhere between 80th and 90th in the world and mid-100th in ranking. A newcomer who can only challenge the Tokyo Open after winning this competition.

This was Hanwoojin's unpretentious profile, which he analyzed himself.

However, Shin Se-yeon pointed out something else. She wasn't discussing her position with Han Woo-jin's skills or ranking. The people who were looking forward to him, and Han Woo-jin, who proved his potential in less than a year, told him the potential of the player.

“If it's just you, I can keep that kind of reporter quiet. No, there's no need to go there. It will be taken care of by reporter Kim Sang-pil. You don't need to be disrespected by those disrespectful reporters. ”

“Oh, really? ”

Did he say it was dark under the lamp? Han Woo-jin didn't realize the position of the director and reporter Kim Sang-pil because he had seen it before. and where they expect to be.

And it was as Shin Se-yeon said. Kim Sang-pil was also a frustrating figure in sports media, and the former director was also an expert in tennis-related magazines. I didn't even have to go to Chairman Jo.

Perhaps two journalists considering sports did not know who was behind Han Woo-jin. If I'd known that, I wouldn't have been able to do such a rude thing.

“What do you think? I could humiliate those reporters with one phone call right now. ”

She smiles and whispers. Han Woo-jin noticed that Shin Se-yeon was still angry. Usually, she was not a woman who laughed like this.

Is it right to retaliate this way? Hanwoojin was skeptical. He didn't have to mess with them. If you just don't deal with it, that's it. If Shin Se-yeon, who has suffered humiliation, wants to do it, she can stand up and face them.

I didn't think I needed to be red.

“Never mind. They'll roast on their own if I go up there anyway. ”

Are you angry? Han Woo-jin, who wanted to look at Shin Se-yeon's face, was surprised. She smiles with a gentle face. Like it was the right choice.

“… I'm calm. I was relieved.”

“Did you test it? ”

“Half. If Woojin had asked for it, he would have called right away. ”

I never thought I'd be able to test you like this. Han Woo-jin sighed as she couldn't help but notice. Shin Se-yeon got up from her seat. It was a fuzzy time for her to stay.

“I'm going to get up now. Woojin sleeps early, too. ”

“Yes, go and rest. ”

After saying goodbye, Shin Se-yeon left Han Woo-jin's room and moved on. Could he have walked ten paces? She wipes the smile off her mouth. All that remained was a faint remnant of the rage.

“He's a good man, too, Woojin. ”

Shin Se-yeon took out the phone that she put in her handbag. Everything I said to Han Woo-jin was true, but one thing was mixed up.

“But people like that don't even know what they've done wrong when they close their eyes. ”

So we have to punish him.

Her fine fingers press down on the number pad of the phone with fierce force. Soon, the word 'Sang-pil Kim' came to mind on the mobile phone crystal. Shin Se-yeon did not hesitate to press the call button.

“… Yes, Reporter Kim Sang-pil? It's been a long time. Do you know Hwang Young-ho who is considering sports? ”

I couldn't stop with one Kim Sang-pil. She looks down at the phone numbers of the people in the diary and recalls the face of the man who looked at her with disgusting gaze.

There was no compassion at all.

* * *

Meanwhile, Young-ho Hwang, who didn't know how they were rolling towards hell, was pressuring his successor reporters like a castle.

“What's with the agent? What did you find out about that kid? ”

“I'm sorry. I was in a hurry...”

Bondi, they were journalists from the department that had nothing to do with tennis. Although the domestic baseball articles were the main business, baseball was now cold. In addition, they were released to other sports because their group had become saturated.

They came all the way to China to cover tennis that they had no interest in. That's why I didn't look into the player's affiliation, which I usually investigated thoroughly.

Of course, there is no justification for the rudeness of such excuses.

His judgment was swift.

Rrrr…

“What the hell?! ”

Hwang Young-ho grabbed the phone that he had left on the table with a rough hand. But soon I was afraid. It was because of the four words "General Editor" that came to mind. He couldn't pick up the phone without picking up his phone.

“Cho, General Editor? ”

[I told you to take a break while I was interviewing you. What the hell did you do?]

Even though it was an old, gray voice, the pressure was overwhelming. The eerie voice leaking from his cell phone's speakers makes his margins tremble.

Hwang Young-ho tried to recall what he had done, but nothing came to mind.

“W-what are you talking about...”

You don't even know what's going on, so you don't even have an excuse. However, whether he knew that the question had been ignored, his voice mixed with that of more than sixty general editors this year. He directed Hwang Young-ho's Insaidong with a fierce voice.

[I didn't see it like that, but it's a mess. You don't have to do any more interviews. Come back immediately and work in the transfer department for a while. I'll move on.]

“Now, wait a minute! President!"

Tour

But the phone had already been disconnected. Hwang Young-ho knelt on the floor of the room with his mouth wide open because he was ridiculous. The leg was relieved of its strength and was unable to support its weight.

“Mr. Hwang! Come on!”

The junior journalist hurriedly leans forward, but he's stunned by the sound of nothing. The sudden thunderbolt destroyed Yeong-ho Hwang's reason. He didn't know why he had to be like this until the end.

Maybe that indifference is why he paid the price.

End

― Meckenlo # 8qlr

The strength reaching 62, the sub reaching level 15, has broken the existing common sense. Moreover, a snap of the wrist, which I did not even know began to blend, adds rotation to the ball. Now it's a trail of past technology that's gone.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

A ball that is hard to get even with a healthy body. Michael is helplessly able to make a point by plugging it in. Unlike my motivation, I just kept stopping and blaming my body.

“Damn it…! ”

Not toward Han Woo-jin, but toward his body, which was not moving, the insult vomited. Michael looks at his fiercely powerful enemies and adds strength to his free grip. The hope of not wanting to lose was holding on to the body that was about to fall.

But nothing can be accomplished by will alone. If that's even possible, the Rat of the Palace could also kill the lion. Even if it is unacceptable, the world forces the outcome of a loser.

It didn't take long for these three rounds to come to an end.

Tongue!

Match Point.

Michael, who could not even play a game and continued the rally, missed the racket. Smash dropped from above at a frightening rate, causing the fingers to freeze. He was bigger for a long time, but he wasn't strong enough.

Who the hell is that guy? ’

Due to his extremely high concentration, he saw Han Woojin in slow time. I didn't even care that the racket fell out of my hand and hit my coat. This was the last point anyway. The next wave decides the battle.

Until the end of the game, Michael Jones couldn't understand a single player called Han Woo-jin. He was beyond common sense for a long time.

Power that doesn't fit the body size, and a pioneer who sees distances lightly.

I thought Oriental was supposed to be just a bunch of lame players.

Eventually, the lightning bolt that decorates the damage fell.

Puang!

“Han Test Game! 62, 60! ”

Only after the referee declared an end did Michael release the power he was holding onto his leg.

Then the bronzed skin that was standing firmly on the blue coat began to tremble. A long time ago, it was a price beyond a set limit.

“Thank you. ”

“ ……. ”

Michael looks back at Han Woo-jin's hand. It was a bad feeling. Even though the contest was already over, I heard the moment I held hands that the contest was over.

However, they couldn't ignore the person they were welcomed into their hearts.

Hot meal.

He shakes his hand without a word, and quietly turns his back on his coat. Hanwoojin, who was looking behind Michael, also looked away. Winners and losers are born every match. There was no end to every interest.

Excellent flow, Hanwoojin player! You're finishing 3 turns with no extra stamina! As semi-finals are confirmed, I feel that my expectations are growing.

Is that what Park said? I was beginning to wonder if I'd gotten any closer if I could record my winnings on the ATP Tour at the age of 23… I could rewrite my country's tennis history.

It's not a great issue overseas, but it's a big step in Korean tennis. I'm curious about Han Woojin's next opponent. You know what, Yoon Commentator?

As they congratulated themselves on their victory, the commentators stopped for a moment to see the march. Where their gaze remained, the names of the two players were written next to each other. It meant that no one had decided to enter the fourth act yet.

It will be decided in the next match. Both Britain and Sweden are European athletes.

And all four places in the 4th Precinct are filled with European players, except for Han Woojin. This is the moment when we are proud of our Han Woojin player.

And to be honest, that's quite an achievement, but it's a bit more exciting. I want you to punch those snotty Europeans in the face.

Every day, the voice of the three commentators grew hotter. With each passing day, Han Woo-jin went up to a higher place, and his progress changed his expectations. However, their voices did not reach Han Woojin.

After clearing the alarm immediately after the game, Han Woo-jin stepped into the audience. Apparently, he didn't want to leave the venue today.

* * *

“Well done. Another win today. ”

“I was pretty bad at that. ”

Accepting Shin Se-yeon's water barrel, Han Woo-jin kept his thoughts in his mouth. Michael Jones had already lost half his health by the time he got on his coat. I don't like that he gave me two games against such a player.

I heard it.

Of course, it was the sound of being full of others. Next to Shin Se-yeon, who was making a bitter smile, Han Woo-jin closed his irritating eyes for a long time. The news said it was a day when there was little dust, but it was no different than usual.

After Hanwoojin and Michael's match, the time for clearing his coat passed. Han Woo-jin didn't open his eyes until then. The parched eye regained its moisture after a long time.

As the facilitator raises the microphone to announce the start of the match, he pushes his eyelid back up again.

“From now on, let's begin the third and final round of the Shenzhen Open! Both of you, up on your coats! ”

Joshua Brown, a ranker from the UK.

Henry Joel, a Swedish veteran.

In terms of his life, two athletes from both peak and dusk stood between the nets. With fresh brown hair, Joshua looks at the opponent with a confident face. On the contrary, Henry, who was a blonde with bleached hair, seemed like an old-fashioned emotion.

made a face.

Shin Se-yeon was interested and looked down at the two players. It was hard to have such a completely opposite impression. I didn't see anything in common with my style of playing

“Woojin, who do you think will win? ”

“Well…. ”

Hanwoojin pauses and clutches his chin. The winner among the two becomes his next opponent. It was not a matter to be taken lightly. My hands reach out to the racket I left next to them. The moment he grabbed the grip, two players were objectively analyzed.

Indicators came into view.

Joshua Brown with a stat average of 59 and a pohand style featuring Bali and Smash.

Henry Joel, Static Average 56, and drop-shot backhand style.

That's all I could find out. The numbers weren't meant to be triumphant. The figures show that Joshua outranks Henry by a few. There was nothing left to search for, from the symbolic stadium to the level of the skill.

But Han Woo-jin knew. How intimidating an old veteran can be.

“Is Joshua three, or is Henry seven? ”

Shin Se-yeon was thinking the opposite, but for a moment she tilted her head.

But she soon changed her mind.

It was because so far Han Woo-jin has never been wrong about what he said to himself.

And it came true.

“Game Henry! Set Won by Henry, 64! ”

I knew it.

Han Woo-jin nodded. The game was running just as he had expected.

Joshua, who wants to press on the basis of good physics, and Henry's expertise in handing it over skillfully. The two of them repeatedly lost, but the first thing they lost was the aggressive Joshua side from the beginning.

It didn't make a difference in the second set. Unlike Henry, who knows how to tease his opponent brilliantly, Joshua lacks the enthusiasm to draw him to his own pace. The balance collapsed in an instant as Dirty Play, including UnderServe, was mobilized.

‘He's a good fighter. ’

Some people despise dirty play for being unmanned, but unless they fall into the category of defiance, it is only valid play. And Henry was 36 years old this year. As a tennis player, you are about the age of the tip of your head.

Strength is weak, reflexes are dull, and when I try to overcome them somehow, I reach out to others for distant play.

Who could vomit on him like that?

Han Woo-jin shrugged his shoulders as if he was looking at himself in the past. I liked Henry who was talented against a talented young man. I continued to play consistently.

It was time to move even two sets to a unilateral score.

“Ugh!"

Henry suddenly collapsed on his coat. He yells something, pointing to his ankle, perhaps stumbling. The medic who was waiting outside the coat quickly approached Henry.

“Medical time is... 10 minutes. ”

“It's not a short time. If you have mild inflammation, you can recover with a temporary procedure. ”

The problem was not mild inflammation. If you have stretched ligaments or injured joints, you will need weekly treatment, rather than 5 minutes and 10 minutes. This concludes the match with a knockout, no matter how many scores you score.

The player who jumped hard and redeemed the disadvantages was disliked. Han Woo-jin collected glances and stared at his coat without my knowledge.

Fortunately, shortly after, Henry got back on his coat.

“Game 6! Henry to Serve! ”

The game that had resumed was still Henry's champion. He moves as vigorously as his injured ankle. The moment everyone forgot about the previous incident, only Han Woo-jin didn't straighten his face.

In his eyes, a little, or much, other situation was shining.

[Henry Joel] [Serious Injury]

Strength 56 (10)/HP 58/Agility 54

End

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