God of Tennis

In fact, it was not an exaggeration to see Hanwoojin and Roger Pedro's match come to an end in one set. The only chance Han Woo-jin has to win, who is relatively weak and in relatively poor condition, is before Roger can adapt to his play.

All I could see was what I saw.

But the attempt went to the very end and eventually failed, and the only remaining victory disappeared completely.

So it is natural to see this. If you do not surrender there despite the obvious battle, all that remains is a lure by a confirmed winner.

Paan!

A fiercely flying ball slaps Han Woojin's sideline. It was definitely not an unresponsive rate. The orbit was also reading half the time. At the time when the game had just begun, it would have been easy to accept.

Forty Love (40: 0)! ”

Roger's score followed, of course.

After one set of intense rallies, and after a 10-minute break, the two sets showed a completely different take.

... Hanwoojin must be exhausted. I mean, he just fell into a clear-cut forhand. But my feet didn't move. Hanwoojin's body leaned forward to hit the ball.

I think there's something wrong with the right ankle of a heavyweight player. He has a rough breath, but he doesn't have a bad complexion, and he still has a decent rhythm. It's not just a shortage of stamina.

Park Sung-jin and Shin-chan gave a bold speech, but did not remove their worrying eyes.

Even after entering the two sets, Han Woo-jin resisted Roger's pressure with all his might. You managed to maintain a set score of 22 while keeping your own sub-games in check.

However, the balance began to break in five games. Although there was a gap in spare time, unlike the four games where the basic rally was established, Han Woo-jin missed out on none of the ball falling to the right in five games. Roger or Announcer

It was a noticeable ideal, even if it wasn't the same expert.

"As you say. As soon as I overdo it, I look like this. ’

In Hanwoojin's closed lips, his teeth cracked. He still had about three health points left. All the special skills were crushed, but there was nothing I could do. The best thing you can steal from your opponent's play against Roger

I had to steal it.

But the ankle bomb that you were worried about exploded. Near the right medulla bone, which began to sag a little earlier, was complaining of sharp pain like a needle pricking. From time to time, even though Han Woo-jin has an exceptional mental strength,

It was hard to show normal play in the face of running pain.

The weakness that could have been fatal, even if you had met a weaker opponent than yourself, has been transformed into a critical pillar by a monster named Roger. The sub is going down to the right side again.

Paan!

“Game Roger, 52! ”

No matter how fiercely you look at it, there is no physical force in your eyes. Again, beans pounding on empty service coats bounced to the outskirts, and the referee declared Roger's score with a still snapping voice. Fifty-two, to the point of winning or losing the next game.

Here it comes.

At a glance, Shin Se-yeon looked at him with a nervous expression. I turned my gaze away unknowingly, as if to urge him to abstain immediately.

‘I'm sorry, Se-yeon. ’

Stubbornness like this will only get her into trouble. Knowing that, Han Woo-jin had no intention of going down from his coat. It was because I didn't want to leave a score in the form of a banner. Of course, if you withdraw, you will receive a system reward after the game.

It was not just for the mathematical reason of entering.

But more than that, it was a cheer from a friend who asked me to give him a punch against the best.

“Game 8! Han to Serve test! ”

Catch the ball handed to you by the Volvo. Hanwoojin's palm was filled with a scruffy feeling. When I was ten years old and lost, my anxiety sank when I caught the ball. In a way, it was a professional disease.

‘This is the last time. Move around a little bit.’

Hanwoojin lightly rolled his right foot, which had been moving since 5 games. The pain that I felt earlier, thanks to you giving me a rest, was well relieved. I thought I could hold out for one game now.

Throw the ball.

I cleared my mind. Special skills didn't work, and I used all my SP anyway. All I have now is a raging body, the experience and skills I have accumulated over the years, and I have no room to play tricks.

Paan!

The racket hits the ball with a smooth trajectory. Hanwoojin can't feel it, but the unnecessary waste of his movements is almost gone. It was thanks to knowing Roger's movements in front of my eyes. How many times? How many times?

It was a price I did not turn my eyes away from while I was going.

However, it did not bring back the lost stamina and detected movement.

Roger had already set foot inside the service coat the moment Hanwoojin's racket hit the ball.

The two gazes met because the distance was getting closer.

Two men crossed gazes as transparent as glass, yet as icy as ice. As his gaze falls, Roger swings at the racket.

Paan!

Aim thoroughly to the right. It was a cold tactic that noticed that Han Woo-jin's right foot was in poor condition.

However, Hanwoojin did not grumble or get angry. It is natural for a pro to attack an opponent's obvious weakness. Rather, it was humiliating to care about it.

He steps on his right foot.

Screw you.

“Ugh!"

As I leaned forward and loaded my weight, the pain immediately started. As soon as Hanwoojin stops moving, Roger's return falls down to the exact vicinity of the sideline.

“Love Fifteen (0: 15)! ”

Hanwoojin bites his lips, knowing why he paused for a moment. If I had known this pain was coming, I would never have stopped.

Only this time will I get beat up.

Paan!

The angled Han Woo-jin shoots Ser again. Even with my exhausted body, I was able to hit the ball quite quickly and sharply. If his condition returns to full swing, he'll have a better serve than ever before.

But now it's irrelevant.

Pa-ang!

Roger was thorough even when he was completely victorious. He realizes what Han Woojin is after and strikes the ball to the left. There was no way to get it from Han Woo-jin, who was only thinking about popping to the right.

“Love Thirty (0: 30)! ”

The game came to an end in no time.

It wasn't always ready to solve everything. If that were possible, a rat in distress would have been able to bite the lion.

In the third rally that followed, Han Woo-jin was bludgeoned. Right or left. He predicts he'll be aiming for Side, and the sudden popping drop shot loots the points.

Love Forty (0: 40)! Roger Match Point! ”

Han Woo-jin was the only one who could convince him to come here. From skill to tactics, there is not a single area where Roger laughs. It was the same in terms of imagination. The Uploader is most vulnerable against the same Uploader.

It was because a skilled car immediately led to victory or loss.

But I couldn't give up until the end. Despite letting go of the obsession with winning, Hanwoojin's eyes gleamed brightly. The eyes that were bloodshot from excessive exercise were truly frightening.

The final rally has begun.

Paan!

Draws out power forcefully. Hanwoojin wielded his racket, holding the head that began to develop dizziness. The momentum was so intense that even Roger, who used to play the game calmly all the time, tightened his muscles. More like a struggle.

Bam, bam! Bam!

Did they say the flame burned brightly once? Han Woo-jin was just like that. The spent stamina and injured ankles showed fearsome movement. You whip Roger's stroke across the front of the body as he makes a dash to the left and right.

Roger, too. He gives you a point and raises his spirits by hovering over the flaming intensity of Hanwoojin, even though he can cook a weak opponent. Bali, Drops and Smash… The two players clashed, spreading all available skills.

The ball popped up in front of Han Woo-jin's eyes. Roger's drop shot rises at a medium angle. The opposing Pokémon's expression is clear as they were playing Bali. Oops, you proved that Roger's face wasn't a bluff.

There was.

If the user is this close, there is no reason to target the side and give the target time to respond. Hanwoojin, without hesitation, twisted his torso and hit the ball. The trajectory is, of course, a straight line, a body shot aiming at Roger's chest.

The ball flies, even with a hint of malice.

"Eat!"

As soon as the ball stretched out like lightning almost hit Roger's chest, Hanwoojin saw an unbelievable sight. This was the second time, to be exact.

[You have acknowledged Roger Pedro's special skills. Missing observation data, name not visible. The category ‘Backhand’ is recorded in the status window.]

A beep is a back story. The state window, which was kept out of focus, is pushed to the corner of the brain. Only a movement close to the wonder unfolding before his eyes was filling Han Woojin's head.

A sway that tilts the entire weight laterally.

A bizarre stance that allows you to hit the ball into your body with your back hand.

A peculiar sense of equilibrium, yet unbalanced.

Later, Roger's diagonally slanted torso rotates in oblique.

Pa-ang!

[You struggled against overwhelming forces. EXP will be added.]

[All Statistics are increased by 1 for the first time in 4 ATP500 Leagues.]

[Correction. Additional rewards will be settled in exchange for your efforts against overwhelming aggression.]

[+2 for all Statistics.]

[You have learned a skill higher than the level. Increases all skills by 1 level.]

[Added Ankle Inflammation. Later…]

This was the first time that so many messages came to mind after gaining system capability. You received more rewards than you did when you won, even though you lost. Step-up, skill level up… A monster named Roger Pedro was overwhelmed by his current opponent.

It was also a notification to let me know.

“Phew.”

Hanwoojin barely walks out of his feet, collapsing as soon as he leans against the gray wall of the passageway. I had no strength to stand anymore. Once you close your eyes, the overwhelming fatigue that seems to be going straight to sleep overwhelms him.

You can't sleep here like this. Unless someone comes to get him...

“… ha. ”

I laughed without even knowing it. Hanwoojin looks familiar at the edge of his gaze. A woman running with an urgent face as to where her usual poker face had been, her eyes filled with a slight bite, and whether she had found him sitting down.

“… Ugh… ”

That's a relief.

I'm sure she'll take care of it.

Along with the heavy trust, Han Woo-jin closed his eyelids as it was. The familiar darkness that I had always seen wrapped around him, and in less than 3 seconds, Hanwoojin's consciousness fell down toward a comfortable place.

* * *

Unlike Han Woo-jin, who walked out trembling as if he were going to fall right now, Roger walked out of his coat without a slight shake. He makes his way to the bench where his dedicated team is.

First of all, Chief Trainer Hudson gets up and talks to him.

“Well done, Roger. I tried a little, but Mr. Hahn's not here yet. I can't believe you can't even distribute your strength properly. ”

He kicked his tongue and rated Han Woo-jin that way. Although his performance in the first set was certainly remarkable enough to open his eyes, he was a completely different person in the second set. Not in a good way, but in a bad way.

But Roger didn't answer. Without changing his face, he hurdles in between his team members and sits on a bench.

“Roger?”

When Hudson, who was feeling strange, called him, Roger opened his mouth, making eye contact.

“Oh, shut up and get me out of that ice pack. ”

“Ice pack? What are you talking about all of a sudden? ”

Hudson asked with a curious face. Then Roger slithers out his right arm. The team members who were gathered around him all took a look at his forearms. Whatever it was that they wanted to do, they suppressed the slight malignancy that I didn't know was going to explode.

“… Roger, what about that arm? ”

Roger's right arm hangs red. The veins were all protruding and gross, and the swollen muscles were not overcoming my strength, causing a slight convulsion. It is a muscle rupture that does not occur unless it is frantically fatal.

“It's been a little sore since I got that weird smidge earlier. This is what it looks like when it's over. ”

He winks playfully, but none of his team members smile. I don't know about a set of tybreaks, but I thought two sets of tybreaks were overwhelming.

Hudson immediately took out the ice pack and wrapped it around Roger's forearm. In the chilly cold, Roger sobs and Hudson speaks out, turning to a serious face.

“Was that a mistake? Or was Mr. Hahn such a great player? ”

“Hmm... I don't know. ”

It was a sharp question.

Roger occasionally makes a mistake in his fitness distribution due to the occasional atmosphere. He is aware of Roger's bad habits as he has experienced intense rallies at two sets of matchpoints.

But the answer that came back was different.

“There was nothing great about technology except for a few unusual balls... I felt strangely pressured. I felt like I was gonna get eaten if I didn't try hard enough. So it took a lot more than I thought it would. ”

Roger smiles joyfully, recalling the game. It seemed like a sore forearm. Hanwoojin was a player who popped something up every time he opened it like a surprise box. I've met a lot of mediocre strong players, and I've beaten them to death. Those guys.

The game with me is not fun.

“Oh, did Mr. Han say he made his debut this year? ”

“That's right.”

“Write it down now, then. I assure you.”

Han Woo-jin leaves the stadium with his foot still rattling. He must have something to face again in the near future. He'll come back in a more intact body, more fun than he is now.

‘Now immature, but the pace of growth is astonishing. ’

He was evolving in real time as he played the game. Although that didn't come out very well as I was losing stamina, most of the waste of even slightly disturbing movements had disappeared after moving to two sets. They repaired their own deficiencies based on their own textbooks.

Today was not the time. It's not ripe yet. You have to pick ripe fruits to make food waste. Roger was willing to wait long enough for the fruit to mature properly. And fortunately, it didn't seem that far away.

“Next year's Grand Slam list, put Mr. Han's name on the reserve candidate list. We'll have twice as much fun together by then. ”

Mr. Hahn, no. What was her name again?

Han was a last name.It's hard to remember the oriental name because it's not very well distinguished.

Oh, right. I remembered.

“Testing Han. Han is the last name, Ujin is the name. ”

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