God of Tennis

Han Woo-jin didn't leave his room for a single step until sunrise and sunrise. It was also because the first turn yesterday took so much stamina, but if possible, he was in as much condition as possible before his turn came back.

It was to recover.

‘... This is hard enough because I'm not going to move at all. ’

Athletes basically move their body. Just as ordinary clerks sit at their desks and process the paperwork, it is‘ normal ’for them to move their bodies to deal with their breath and muscles.

I couldn't help but worry about suppressing the movement and resting my body. Hanwoojin only looked at the digital camera and the TV screen leading to the cable while halfway into bed. There, Shin Se-yeon stayed at the stadium yesterday and recorded one round.

The matches were being played.

It was already played three more times. Even if I told him to close his eyes and think about it, he was able to answer some of the points from the second rally.

Then why are you looking at him? The reason was simple.

“It's boring to do nothing. Even though it's a matter of efficiency, it still feels strange to be left alone at home...? ”

Hanwoojin looked at the clock hanging on the wall with a shivering face. It's not yet past 12: 00. It was time for the third and perhaps second match to end. Given that he's on his sixth tour, I'd say he's still got a little more time.

There was still.

The game of Choi Yeon-Hyuk was much ahead of him, so the former director and the group were there first. Hanwoojin was instructed to rest until it was his turn. Obviously, it was a rational conclusion drawn under discussion, but it was resting.

He felt like he was lying on a spike.

The words, "Resting is one of the tasks," came true. Even Han Woo-jin, who had ten years of experience with her husband, still lacked a lot of mental tension, had to be able to relax himself in front of the game.

It was.

‘Let's do one more check. ’

Hanwoojin took his gaze off the TV screen where the video was playing. Then I zipped my eyelids down. This way, he was able to pull out his stat window without holding the racket.

Hanwoojin

Strength 63/HP 64/Agility 63

HP 2210/2560 SP 780/780

Forehand: 14 of 20

Backhand: 9/20

Sub-Level: 15/20

Bali Level: 9/20

Smash Level: 11/20

Drop Shot Level: 10 of 20

Robe Level: 10/20

Special Skills: Stinger (Sub/2nd level), Slug (Smash)

The cost of winning the first round of ATP500 was greater than he had previously thought.

Even though the competition was a step up, it was the first battle. Han Woo-jin, who didn't expect the stat or skill level to rise at the same time for the first match, met with a pleasant error.

The skill level of the drop shot increased by 1, plus the stamina stat increased by 1, restoring some of the stamina consumed yesterday.

Again, Hanwoojin opened his eyes and picked up a pile of chocolate bars next to the bed. It was a confectionery that used to provide large calories without taking up much of the above. He chewed on a moderately moist chocolate coating and grabbed the remote control he had on the duvet.

I turned off the TV screen. I didn't need to see it anymore anyway.

There was something else to see. Yesterday, I forgot about the violent game and regretted it later. It was Roger Pedro's ability.

"Whether you see it or not, nothing changes. ’

Han Woo-jin smiled without me knowing. In fact, seeing Roger's abilities was not particularly important. Even when I saw it, I didn't get stronger or weaker. So it was curiosity, and he had it in him secretly.

It was evidence of respect.

After turning off the TV, I had nothing else to do. Excessive stretching or warm-ups were also prohibited, and I could have fallen asleep if I lay down on the bed.

A stranger could have just slept for an hour or two. But resting and sleeping were completely different stories. When I fall asleep and wake up, all the muscles that have become precarious will be released. That way, you can rest and recover.

Everything I tell you to do becomes a mouthful.

“... What the hell is this break? ”

After all, Han Woo-jin had to enjoy a strange rest, forcing only his body to lie down while keeping his mind straight.

After four hours of agonizing pain, he woke up on his feet. Shin Se-yeon set a time to contact Shin Se-yeon before leaving for the stadium. When Hanwoojin's last match left a set, she decided to call.

Rrrrr…

Your hand pops out in fear of the phone ringing.

Bam!

I wonder how anxious my reaction would be if I was bored of waiting. Hanwoojin answered the phone by pressing the call button while grabbing his cell phone.

“Is it time? ”

[… Woojin, have you been holding on to your phone? I thought I told you to rest easy.]

I heard a woman's voice over the phone. She seems perplexed by the call before the bell rings once and for all. Han Woo-jin waved his hand at her, not in front of her, in case she misunderstood.

“I just left it there. After relaxing, he must have reacted a bit quickly. ”

[I'll start with that. A little while ago, I finished a set of fifth matches. We should probably get going.]

“Okay, I'll be right there. ”

The call was shortly ended. Since the matter was clear from the beginning, it didn't take long.

As soon as the phone disconnected, Hanwoojin left the room with his racket bag on his shoulder. He had been changing for almost two more hours.

* * *

‘Fine, I'm in the best shape. ’

Hanwoojin stood up and turned his shoulders a few times. The joint was gently twisted. There was no sign of muscle pain at all, and the head was clean without any complaints.

The HP in the status window was still about 200 short, but there was no excuse for winning or losing to be determined by that difference.

When he arrived at the stadium, he was just watching the end of the game.

Without a chance to say goodbye to Shin Se-yeon and the rest of the group, Han Woo-jin rushes to the athlete's waiting room with a racket, hearing that the game will begin in five minutes.

Sitting on the bench in the waiting room, looking up at the ceiling only three times, the concierge calls Hanwoojin at a timing like a knife.

“Let's go.”

As I put my coat in front of my eyes, the spectacular landscape, like yesterday, filled my vision.

But there was no tension or heartache like yesterday. He seemed to have been more desolate for a long time than he thought.

‘I'm only used to it once. ’

It wasn't a bad thing. It was like nothing was shrinking or anything.

Two players stood on their coats, their eyes gazing behind the crowd's frenzied shouts.

Of course, Han Woo-jin was holding the racket, and the opponent was waiting for the referee's signal with a calm face right in front of Nate.

And then I remembered the status window, like always.

Han Woo-jin opened his eyes, unable to overcome the horror.

Victor Craig

Strength 61/HP 65/Agility 60

HP 2310/2600 SP 750/750

Forehand: 12/20

Backhand: 11/20

Sub-Level: 10/20

Bali Level: 10/20

Smash Level: 11/20

Drop Shot Level: 10 of 20

Robe Level: 11/20

Special Skill: None

"Hey, didn't you say he was the lowest ranked player in the competition? ’

He was not included in the seeds at the Tokyo Open, where he had an average world ranking of 50. Slovakian, the lowest ranked athlete from the start.

That's all Han Woo-jin knew about Viktor until he met me here.

However, the exact status window was telling a completely different story than that of any expert in the world. This was enough to threaten Han Woojin's neck. Viktor was the owner of the remaining competencies as a world ranker.

He was a completely different person from Shin Se-yeon's briefing. Of course, the recording does not reveal the skills that you are hiding.

But what kind of athlete goes to the Tokyo Open and hides his skills? Therefore, this was far beyond Han Woojin's expectations.

Ping!

Whether he was confused or not, the judgment was not hesitant. A coin richly bounced off your thumb tumbles down into the air. The referee alternately looked at the two players and asked.

“Head or Tail? ”

Viktor's side moves one step faster than Hanwoojin, who has been selling nerves elsewhere for a while.

“Head."

“… Tail. ”

I felt bad even before my palm fell off.

On the other hand, Han Woo-jin twitched his eyebrows, looking at the face of the coin that appeared on the palm of the referee's hand.

“Testing Han on my right! Victor Craig on my left! Player Ready!”

As Viktor took the ball with him, commentators sighed on time in Korea.

It was Han Woo-jin, not another player. It was unfortunate that the dominant contenders, such as Sub and Smash, were unable to take the sub.

Oh, I'm sorry, Han Woo-jin! It's a matter of luck, but I was hoping you could subrogate me.

I know, because even if you're a sub, you're a Kim Hyung Hyung player and even if you're a Choi Yeon-hee player, you're a few steps ahead. If you're not as good at defending as a Suzuki player, the Ace of Service is two orders of magnitude.

Let's not dwell on the past. Why don't we start by talking about the opponent of Han Woojin today?

The loss of a sub-right does not determine the outcome of the battle. The three commentators, who had been memorizing both players' profiles since before coming to the desk, opened their faces without my knowledge. The ranking of the opponent Victor Craig was so low compared to Han Woojin.

Viktor from Slovakia, just 20 years old this year at Korean age. World ranking is 240, and it's a bit early to go to the Tokyo Open.

Oh, you're a rookie, aren't you? Wouldn't it be nice if the Han Woojin were a little more relaxed?

I can't be certain, but at least I'm not more threatening than a Suzuki player. Hanwoojin looks better today than yesterday and feels no fatigue at all. I think it's okay to expect.

They started chatting as if the game had already been decided to win Han Woojin.

If three of Kim, Hyeon-hyuk, and Han Woo-jin climb the 4th river side by side, nothing would be better than that. I wish you would punch Roger Pedro. Half jokes, half hopes.

No one who was watching the game knew Viktor's true identity.

Even Han Woo-jin, who was looking at some of his abilities and facing them, was not well aware.

He was always thinking. Stats and skills aren't everything. A high stat, a high skill level, is not necessarily a sign of strength.

Then it was natural that the opposite also existed.

It was natural that there was an outstanding player somewhere in the stadium, compared to the level of the skill.

The past disappeared because of the variable Han Woo-jin.

The edge of a memory that can't even think of itself that turned its past upside down.

There was a record there that no one could think of now.

Former Tokyo Open 2006.

Roger Pedro's 32nd Precinct score was 76, 76.

Slovakian genius who pushed the world's best athletes into a corner after two tiebreaks.

The genius's name, Victor Craig.

The End

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