God of Tennis

Amateurs with a certain amount of practice and experience have some sort of confidence. Wouldn't it be okay to take on a pro if you practiced this much? Of course, you can't win, but can you give me one shot? That was the same subtle confidence.

Unknown assurance whether to elevate or lower yourself.

If you play GO, how many points do you think you can beat? A kind of.

Wouldn't it be worth a few words if you hit them with organs? A kind of.

If you play football, how many opponents do you think you can play against? A kind of.

However, anyone who had been able to dig a little deeper into the field could tell. that even the slightest bit of self-confidence that doesn't have any basis is amateur pride. Amateur and professional boundaries are deeper than they think.

Far from it, it was never as high as a moderate handicap or penalty.

‘I thought I knew that much...! ’

Kim Jeong-min, the tennis department manager, was also the owner of such arrogance in the third grade of Suri High School. You think you have an objective view of your skills.

If he had overlooked something, wouldn't he be proud to have been raised in a prestigious prestigious young age, blood clot and high school?

Of course, compared to the world's most prestigious schools, light will hope, but at least it was the best in the country that Repair High School could be proud of. From there to the director, it was hard to let go of his arrogance completely.

But today was different. Korea's best rookie, Han Woo-jin, who came to meet as a fan without thinking much about it was much more mild than they thought.

5 '7 ", not small but not big as a professional tennis player. Nice muscles, but slight curvature above clothes. Not the scary look I've seen beyond the TV, but a plain smiling face. All of it.

You break their vigilance without knowing it.

“… Hey, who was that guy who said he deserved a game? ”

“Has anyone ever said such a crazy thing? ”

“I see. He was a complete lunatic. ”

The friends who were sitting nearby shouted. Kim Jung-min almost nodded without even knowing it. I didn't think much of it until I came here and asked Han Woo-jin to compete. Even if Han Woo-jin is Korea's newest recruit,

They were the highest level of prospects in Sina. Don't tell me you can't win a game. I couldn't get rid of the same emotion.

But what the hell does that look like?

Paan!

The ball flew and made a eerie sound. As long as the ball is fried, they have come in more than 10,000 times. It was the sound of those who had spent more than half of their lives playing tennis in middle school and high school. 180 to 190 km an hour. Among the professionals,

It was the realm of the players who were praised for their fast restraints.

“That's 40: 40. This was probably the fifth game, right? ”

“… Yes. ”

Another third grader, who was facing Han Woo-jin, sweated and replied. The game was left with only one rally in the previous room. You didn't have to take point dues in a friendly match like this.

The score is currently 50. Of course, Han Woo-jin was 5, and the third grader was 0. It was truly a one-sided development.

However, it was only natural. He was bored not because of such a natural score.

"What the hell is this guy? You gave me three points on purpose and you didn't lose a game? ’

This was the fourth round of friendly games that always seemed to have been drawn on the board. I started the game in a 0: 0 (Love All) situation and scored 3 points regardless of the opponent's skill or style. Putting yourself in the crosshairs without even hitting an official.

1.

A handicap that loses the entire game after losing just one point. I have never carried such a thing and lost a game all four sets.

“Here we go again. ”

“Please!”

Han Woo-jin raised the ball again. I didn't forget to tell you before I hit the serve. At the world level, Han Woo-jin's sub is at the top. Even if it is the best in the country, it will eventually be a high school in Korea. Service Ace Once

It was fortunate to stop him at all.

Paan!

A flat serve that slows down moderately. It was a ball that seemed to be asked openly. They're amateurs everywhere. Without touching, it was no different than just torturing.

Fortunately, the rally started without delay. He lightly floats a shot that he received and passes it to Bali as if he was waiting for the smashing Smash to match it. It was a rally rolling on the palm of Han Woojin's hand from start to finish.

"It's high quality, too. This should be the middle class for the NK fleet. ’

While high school students were frustrated in front of a powerful wall called Han Woo-jin, he was doing the opposite assessment. The name of the repair shop was not a false name. At least in Korea, there will be no youth better than these children. No system, no 10 years of experience.

Compared to Han Woo-jin in the past, there was nothing to like.

Of course, the balance breaks when compared to the unproductive mutation of Choi Yeon-hee.

Bam!

The rally continued for a long time after Han Woo-jin returned the ball to the only place he could keep hitting. Han Woo-jin is famous for his error-free mechanical play. Rally's destruction was ultimately the result of a high school student's mistake.

“That's the end of the set. How was it? Was it worth it? ”

“Yes, of course! Thank you so much!”

In Hanwoojin's playful voice, the student again bent to 90 degrees, reminiscent of Japan's '8090s bullies, but this well-disciplined attitude was not unusual in the sporting world. You know, with a predecessor relationship like the top and bottom.

I was a little uncomfortable with Han Woo-jin.

“This is the last time. You're the deputy director, right? ”

“Oh, yes! I'm Kim Jung-min.”

Kim Jung-min stood up as soon as he heard his name and responded to his call. The hand of Han Woo-jin stopped as soon as he tried to bend his back.

“I just wanted to say hello. What are you doing? Just pick up the racket. ”

“I understand!”

Even after the salutation stopped, he still knelt like an athlete. Jung-min grabbed his racket and stood on his coat.

In fact, it was his choice to bring members to the club event today. At the Tokyo Open, I saw Han Woo-jin not taking a step back from Roger Pedro. I was sweaty with my fist clenched, no matter how immersed I was.

And now, he's in front of his eyes.

Hanwoojin was slightly surprised to raise his voice when he saw his hand holding Kim's racket on his coat.

“Hey, are you a Southpaw? ”

“... Are you uncomfortable with me being left-handed? ”

Kim Jung-min's voice mixed with a mild anxiety. There was a breeze in Korea that I did not think was right to use my left hand. Of course, in modern times, that kind of perception has faded, but there are people who still have a bad perception of left-handers.

Kim Jong-min's eyes trembled.

However, Hanwoojin only felt new when he saw the left-handed player for a moment.

“Don't tell me John Mekelona and Jimmy Connors were Southspouts, too. They're both my favorite players. ”

In particular, Jimmy Connors felt the same with his kidney. If you think about talent or accomplishments, you can't dare to put them on the same page. Jimmy Connors, also known as Jimbo, has been retired for a long time.

Unforgettable fans were many great seniors.

“Let's get started. You want to serve first? ”

“I'll do as you say! ”

“Then you go first. ”

Hanwoojin swung the ball lightly, and Kim Jong-min took it with both hands and got into position. He was not stupid enough to not know what a good car was, even after looking at the examples of the four men who had been defeated in the miserable manner before. Han Woo-jin did everything he could at their level.

I have no opponent. Then it's best to just face it with all sincerity.

“Here we go!”

The ball flew out of Kim's hands. The wind that began to cool shook my hair. Hanwoojin looked over the net and thought that this time was also pretty good.

* * *

5 sets with Repair High School students, then 6 sets with club people who came together to teach a lesson.

It was only after the combined 11 sets of blacksmiths that Hanwoojin was able to put his butt on the bench. First, he picks up the bucket, takes a sip slowly, and then puts it down.

“Phew... It's been a long time since I've had 11 sets. ”

He whispers as he wipes away the sweat from his towel. The nostrils, forehead, and temples were sticky with dry sweat. My hair was damp, not too long.

However, Hanwoojin's breathing was not even rough at all. I was sweating while I was moving, but it was evidence that the correct amount of stamina was low. It also meant that there was a strong difference between Han Woojin and others.

The original concept of physical strength consumption is not directly proportional to exercise volume. If the strength is appropriately distributed and moved as previously designed, it will consume little health.

At all times, a large amount of physical strength is due to unexpected conditions, or mistakes. It was clear that the situation that consumed the most physical strength in boxing was not when he was running around the ring a lot, but when he was swinging a punch.

‘But it was worth it. I think I can put her in a good mood. ’

In that regard, Han Woo-jin has never wasted his physical strength in vain. Rally did not deviate from start to finish, and there was no sudden movement of the center of gravity to collapse. So she came back in a heartbeat.

He was perfectly fine, except for a little sweat.

The Pokémon recovers senses faster than expected. Either the stats have increased or the capabilities have increased, so you don't notice the blunt force. Either way, there was nothing bad. When Han Woo-jin relaxed and saw the people tidying up his banner after the event

turned on.

Rrrrr…

“Huh? You're the director. ”

Suddenly, the phone I put in my bag began to cry. Han Woo-jin, who didn't have a place to call, looked at the name that came to mind and tilted his head for a moment. I wanted to know how many days it had been since I told him to rest.

But I couldn't give it away without accepting it. He pressed the call button and put the phone in his ear.

“Hello, Director? ”

[Hey. How are you feeling? I heard you took your bandage off a long time ago.]

“Yes, I'm fine now. I'm here to help you with your parents' club today. ”

If I consider Hanwoojin to be the closest person to me except my family, I think the director will be included within three fingers. I naturally had a long call to resolve my conversation with that person. It was only at the time that the family had finished packing and called him that the call arrived.

[Yes. I'm glad you're doing well. Um, and can you spare some time next week? I keep ignoring the news request because it's so rainy.]

“Is this some kind of interview? ”

[Sort of, but different. I'm not talking about the deep end of Sang-pil like him. I need a new agent by my side in a formal interview. I don't know what I'm gonna find.]

It was.

Han Woo-jin nodded, feeling the vacancy of Shin Se-yeon.

Unlike him who knew nothing but tennis, she was a man who could do anything. She was responsible for translating, translating, and booking accommodations and transportation. Moreover, as I gradually gained experience,

Even my proficiency began to humble myself.

‘I was really lucky to meet Seyeon. ’

In Hanwoojin's ears, I was briefly moved by the director's harsh voice. He could feel the low tone that had been caught a little earlier sinking even further.

[… Phew, and Woojin. Did you see the form article?]

“Yes? What kind of stories? ”

Kim Hyeong returned to Korea a few days earlier than Han Woo-jin's group, who made it to the Tokyo Open in the past history. There was no news after that. But what kind of story is this that the director keeps his voice down like this?

After a moment of silence, the former director sighed deeply over the phone. It was a sigh of heavy emotion being conveyed by the radio.

[I think he's retiring.]

“… a shape leader?! ”

Han Woo-jin was surprised by the sudden news.

Perhaps what he changed was not just a march to the Tokyo Open.

End

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