God of Tennis

After returning home, Han Woo-jin was able to relax for the first time since he started playing. The fatigue that had accumulated unknowingly during the competition suddenly struck him. A few days after I got home,

There was never an enemy.

After five days of living in the long and long corners, Han Woo-jin was finally diagnosed as having healed his right ankle.

“Sir, how's your ankle? ”

Orthopedics came back to Korea and diagnosed it as only mild inflammation. It was exactly what he said. From the moment I returned home, my ankle had never been very sore, and it wasn't long after I took off my bandage.

However, this injury was the first injuries that Han Woo-jin suffered, so he had to mix up his concerns a little too much. I was just having a dream, and I couldn't catch my ankle like this.

Fortunately, the doctor did not blur his face. After placing my ankle for a moment, I let go of the worry Han Woojin had in his bright voice.

“It wasn't that bad from the start. The immediate aftermath was okay, and the crutches seemed to help. Now you can let your worries go. ”

“So... a cure? ”

“Yes, it's completely healed. Stop taking the pills you have left. ”

After hearing the doctor's confirmation, Han Woo-jin sighed for relief. He was the one who wanted to take anti-inflammatory medicine every day and stay for a long time without getting better. Inflammation has been reduced in the status window for a long time, but the ability of the system is not limited to the potential risk of injury.

Do not teach.

“And you might have used your ankles a little too much, but I think you should tape ahead. You said you were a tennis player. ”

“Yeah, but I feel a little weird walking when I tape around my ankle...”

Hanwoojin shrugs with an embarrassed face. I had never met a doctor before, but I could tell that I was genuinely concerned. However, when you tape and run or walk, a subtle feeling of disguise disturbs your senses. Allows for needle perforation level gaps

In a professional coat that should not be done, that kind of camouflage was like poison.

Then the doctor smiled and said with a look of helplessness.

“Wouldn't it at least be okay to practice? Anyway, well done. Hanwoojin patient.”

“Thank you so much. Teacher.”

I engraved sincere advice on my chest, and Han Woo-jin grabbed his outstretched hand and left the room. It couldn't be cooler than this, with all the cold feel of a pajama and the thick feel of a bandage gone.

‘Phew, injuries are scary, too. ’

At the time of the 4th war, I could not feel the adrenaline rising. However, when I got my cool back, the ankle pain was so scary. What if there's an injury like this and there's a problem with your future as a player?

I couldn't stop worrying about it.

And as the doctor had advised me a moment ago, taping would have been fine when practicing. Taping techniques that reduce the strain of muscles and joints significantly reduce the risk of injury.

While Han Woo-jin was thinking about that, his mother came near a bird and asked with a worried face.

“Woojin, how are you feeling? Is he okay now?”

I was surprised to hear that my son had just spread his wings. She was losing her usual four-year-old face. Hanwoojin nodded, saying, "Don't worry."

“Yes, they're all better. You don't have to worry anymore, he's perfectly fine. ”

“Phew, that's a relief. No matter how hard you work, you have to work hard. ”

“I'll be careful next time. ”

Han Woo-jin asked for Mother with a bitter smile. As long as it was about him and his sister, his usual four-year-old disappeared somewhere. When the two of them shouldered together and exited the front door of the hospital, it was nice to meet his father, Han Dong-hoon, who was starting the car.

I welcomed them.

“There you are. How are you feeling? ”

“It's all better. They say it's okay to run triathlons. ”

“I see.”

He nodded quietly as always and sat in the driver's seat. It was my father who didn't show his emotions because of the mess. When the two of them got in the back seat, the aged car started screaming.

The vehicle quickly left the hospital parking lot and joined the fourth lane. There was a lot of traffic on the weekends. In the car, I started to slow down because I had just started to leave, I only wandered around in the voice of my family.

“You said it was a club event? Is there anything else you can do, other than play friendly games? ”

“Yes, they are people who come together after a while anyway. And there are so many different ages, it's hard to have a party or something. There are a few high school students. ”

“If you don't mind, can I play you a few games? I'm frowning because it's too immobile. ”

“Well... I don't know. ”

Instead of the mother who stopped speaking with a disdainful expression, the father who was silent in the driver's seat opened his mouth. It was a voice that was not any different than usual.

“Suit yourself. ”

“But, honey. ”

“But anyway, Woojin is a pro now. He's not a kid who can't even take care of himself. You're telling me you're okay, and we're just gonna have to stop him? ”

It was a horse of heavy trust. Han Woo-jin suppressed the slightly edible breasts. Mother always worried about his health and failures, but Father silently believed in his choices and success. You're both too good for yourself.

It was my parents.

Somehow, after the atmosphere had cut off the conversation, a clear path made the car fast. Only the noise of rolling wheels was left in the car.

* * *

The last place his father and Han Dong-hoon's car arrived was a tennis court near Gangbuk-gu. It was notorious for its number and quality, although it was not run by public agencies such as suntans or the Old Town Hall. Few clubs stand out.

It was also a place for making corners to capture.

And when they arrive, Hanwoojin's group has no choice but to open their mouths to the unexpected view of the courtyard.

No, only Han Woojin, actually.

“... What's all this? ”

There were more than five hanging banners. Congratulation! World Ranker! From a blue banner with the same short phrase to a foreign banner with Korean pride. In the end, he shakes his head without overcoming his anxiety. poker cafes

It was a mental attack in a realm completely unrelated to Iss.

“Oh, look how ashamed you are! You're a young man, aren't you? ”

“She's the one I saw on TV last week, right? I never thought I'd meet a player on TV like this. ”

“Mr. Kim, if you want an autograph, why don't you have a paper? ”

“Shut up! I'll get it at the racket later! ”

The club people who were gathering and waiting for Han Woo-jin narrowed the street in a loud commotion. The moment Hanwoojin notices the shadow approaching him as he lowers his head to cool off, people surround him everywhere with no room to escape.

“Hanwoojin, shake my hand once! ”

“Hey, do you remember me? It's your mom's friend, Sunny. How many times did you see him as a kid? ”

“Woojin, man! Look over here, too! I'm Mr Hwang from next door! ”

After crossing one bridge, I didn't even have the courage to sprinkle it.

Han Woo-jin shook his hand and gave him his autograph. This confusing situation was only suppressed after his parents were overwhelmed by unexpected reactions.

“Isn't everyone being mean?! He just got out of the hospital! ”

Even though they knew they were bad, the club people only scratched their heads with a shy look.

The club event, which had stopped for such an unexpected moment, could continue after all of her sermons had ended. Those who beat Hanwoojin started enjoying the game once or twice a month.

On the other hand, Han Woo-jin, who was barely released from the crowd, sat on the bench exhausted. At least the cooling sound of the ball calmed his mind.

‘Everyone seems to be having fun. ’

They were quite different from the tennis pros who made victory their final destination. To enjoy, it was also impressive to hit the ball however you wanted, not in the best way.

Some attempt to drop clumsy as if they were practicing an incompetent ball, while others suddenly strike the underserve and confuse the opponent. If there is one thing in common, is everyone smiling with a happy face?

It was a sight that made me a little sore just by looking at it. But it was weird for a pro to go after an amateur first. Han Woo-jin simply trembled on the bench.

However, there were some people who approached him.

“Ha, you're Han Woo-jin, right? ”

Hanwoojin turns his head in amazement at the trembling voice that came from behind his back. There were a few children there who were clearly underage everywhere.

“… Yes, but. ”

After Han Woo-jin gave a bad answer, they lowered their heads, lightly unwinding the body that had been stiffened. It was a perfect 90-degree gree greeting, perhaps mistaken for a gangster dream tree.

Children who folded their waists in half without covering up men and women raised their voices at the same time.

““ “Hello! I'm from the Tennis Department of the Repair High School! ” ” ”

High school students' greetings overlapped with the subtle timing echoed through the sound. Some members of the club looked at you surprised by the sound of the child, but Han Woo-jin, who was greeted, was selling nerves to other parts.

“Repair High School?”

It was a familiar name.

It was also the name of a school that anyone in Korea would know if they wanted to become a professional tennis player. It was a prestige that remained deeply rooted in the brain since the decade that disappeared.

Don't play tennis in Korea.

If you want to decide, do it at Repair High School.

Even these sounds were excellent enough to wander around. Even as the best student in Chungwoo Jung School, Kangho, a boy who quit after Han Woojin, it was hard to give up the acceptance ship for repairs.

Those high school kids show up at a regular tennis club? I felt something strange.

“Do you need to go to the repair shop and come to the tennis club? You're famous for your hard work. ”

It's where we teach our kids to go pro. It was the level of repairs that the actual professional was scheduling their training to be spotless. I couldn't afford to wander around the club.

Pointing out that, the students all blushed. It was a strange look. Before Han Woo-jin could say anything else, the student standing in front of him folded his back again. And he asked me to do something while he held out the racket in his hand.

“Ha, because Han Woo-jin is coming! Can you play with us? ”

“Me?”

Han Woo-jin didn't think he'd be asked for this kind of favor.

Within him was a sense of inferiority 10 years ago. Chungwoo Middle School, which had been expelled from the school and hadn't been able to get out of the middle, is now an irrelevant story, but it wasn't easy for everyone to disappear.

Then they appeared. Students from Repair High School in a better position than Chungwoo Jung School. They bowed their heads and begged him for instruction. I've never even heard of it.

What do you want me to say?

Hmm...

‘It's a strange feeling. ’

It felt like the inside of my chest was tickling. Once Hanwoojin got up from his seat and unzipped the racket bag he had left next to him. Along with a hissing sound, a bluish frame racket appeared.

“One set per person... 5 sets will do. ”

“Will you take it? ”

Hanwoojin nods. He smiled and replied with a slightly different smile.

“You came all the way here, didn't you? I'll deal with you.”

He seemed to know what it was like to be a fan.

End

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