God of Tennis

It was Han Woo-jin who decided to go to the unprecedented Brazilian Open for his friend, but the group stayed in Australia for a few days. The Australian Open was a two-week blacksmith, so there was no hurry. Choi Yeon

Hyuk was also contacted to rest until the Australian Open was over, regardless of the victory or loss of the game, giving them time to relax.

However, an unexpected obstacle appears in front of the group. Even Han Woo-jin, who decided to go to the Brazilian Open, realized later.

At the ATP250 League in Sao Paulo in early February, the Brazilian Open was a competition using Claycourt. It was the first time I ever stepped on a Claycourt in the stadium since I became a pro.

When Hanwoojin first heard that sound, he recalled the face of Nafael Radal, the most powerful Claycoat player he had recently encountered. Whether he's going to the Brazilian Open, Han Woo-jin or Choi Yeon-hyeok, neither dream nor dream of winning.

I couldn't swallow. It is because he is more fearsome than Roger Pedro in his hardcoat.

Fortunately, Shin Se-yeon took a closer look at the roster a few times to relieve Han Woo-jin's worries.

“I don't think Napa 'el Radal intends to attend the Brazilian Open. There is no scheduled physical exhaustion at the Australian Open or until the end of February. ”

“Phew, thank God. ”

A deep sigh came out. Even in his headquarters, Hardcoat, he was too strong to fight beyond the whistle. What if Radar was given the advantage of the coat on the other hand? Han Woo-jin doesn't fight tough.

It was very likely to collapse due to spinning heat.

The fabric of the coat was such a huge influence on the battle. As one of the great athletes on the hard side, Radall reigns indefinitely in the clay, his skill changes greatly depending on which coat he's been tamed in.

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As such, Han Woo-jin raised his skills to the top ranker level in hard-coats, but he was completely unsure whether he could perform the same skills as the classer.

‘I have a gap in practice, but · · · I'm not ready to move like on a hard drive. ’

Professionals should never neglect to practice in any situation. Hanwoojin was also a great practitioner in the Clay Court inside the NK Vehicle, but you were able to build your skills in the hard-coats with hands-on experience

There was no confidence that it could be reproduced.

The material of the coat was not simply a variable of the height and height of the ball. With a simple variable like that, even the smallest possible adjustment into a game requires the body to reprocess the senses for more than a month.

I was getting used to it.

I had to check every inch of it daily to adjust the height and orientation of the bounds, and I had to get used to the body by jumping directly at how fast the shoes slipped. It's also great that Radar lost his balance at Sydney International.

It was caused by the difference in friction forces on the Ray and on the Hard. At that time, the leather finished with a scratch, but if it fell properly, the knee joint or ankle could have severely broken or twisted.

It was more than two weeks from the start of the main Brazilian Open. I'll have to give up on fully adapting to the Clay. No matter how hard I practiced, there was a limit to what I could do for two weeks. That, too.

Especially if it doesn't interfere with your ability to play.

‘Still, it's better than never. ’

The fatigue accumulated by Sydney International has already flown off without a trace. Rather than rotting away in a corner, it was more productive to go out and adjust my senses a little.

Hanwoojin always hung a racket bag on his shoulder that had already begun to spread. With Australia open, Melbourne's Olympic Park will be empty, but the tennis courts on the outskirts of the park won't be empty.

Besides, Claycoat was less popular than hard or grass. Is it because of that distinctive glowy color? I didn't know much about it as Han Woo-jin.

“Seyeon. ”

“Yes?”

When he called, Shin Se-yeon, who was concentrating on something, replied with a high voice. Her slightly surprised face was even cute, trying not to stain her face. Quickly refresh your personal feelings, Han Woo-jin

Said he had business.

“I'm going to practice now, can you help me? ”

“· · Practice? ”

This time, Shin Se-yeon's beautiful eyes changed in a round shape.

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There was a tennis club in South Yarra, a short way across the Yarra River from the Melbourne Olympic Park. It was a small neighborhood club that was made up of the clay coat that Han Woo-jin needed.

Whether it was originally a secluded place, or if the Australian Open made people disappear. The first time I came to this club, I had no way of knowing, but I was able to use my coat comfortably. And an old man with a hot, white beard who looks like he owns it.

You recognize Han Woo-jin, shake his hand once and then slip inside. It was something about not taking money.

“Maybe you recognize Mr. Woojin? He seemed surprised. ”

“Oh, you did? Hmm · ·"

It was the first time I had been treated like this by someone who had never seen me like this. But I came to practice, so I couldn't do anything else. Han Woo-jin took this new red frame racket from his bag.

I took it out.

[Prestige 660]

Although a somewhat heavy feeling was transmitted through his hands, it was not only that heavy for Hanwoojin, the owner of strength beyond common sense. Rather, it was a weight to swing with rhythm.

‘The power is increasing, so the racket breaks faster. ’

Racquettes of ordinary professional tennis players were often used with shorter lifespans. Five, six to nine months if it's short? Even a racquetball player who was not very good at putting pressure on rackets was hard to do for over a year. Rarely Strength

Not to mention Han Woo-jin who has reached a peculiar level of 68.

There was a reason for the search for the racket based on the heavier, sturdier material than it had been used so far. Adapting to the weight of a new racket will be a challenge in practice today.

Hanwoojin, who had jumped over his coat while lightly stretching for about five minutes, lifted his foot. Then, Shin Se-yeon, who was rarely dressed in churning, took an extra racket and climbed on the other side of the coat.

“You really just have to serve it, right? ”

At first, she was drooling with anxious faces, but soon after, she threw the ball up in a reasonably good position.

Bam!

It sounded cleaner than I thought. It was a basic sub, as she said, with an annual experience. At the professional level, it was orbiting at a noticeable speed, but it wasn't expecting a proper rally.

Hanwoojin stared at the falling ball with a dull gaze. Observe how the ground ball crumbles, the direction in which the ball protrudes immediately after the bound, and the change in restraints before and after the bound.

You raise your concentration and lift your head as the ball slows down in the slower world.

Paan!

You don't have to push yourself out of the game. The ball is caught in the appropriately spun racket. Slightly left, the twisted drive crosses the net. The ball that flowed into the parabolas couldn't afford it, without any resistance to the coat.

I dropped it on my head.

“Woojin, can I just do what I just did? ”

“Yes, it was very good. Do you think you could take it alternately right and left? ”

“I'll give it a try! ”

It was the first time we moved together like this, and she seemed excited for no reason. However, on the contrary, Han Woojin's face was slightly darkened. The bounds on the drive you just viewed were significantly off track

It was.

'There is a bigger error than I thought. Can you fix this in just two weeks? ’

Perhaps every time I repeated the stroke, Han Woojin's pure talents were not very good. Rather, I was on the inferior side. Unlike systems that guarantee quick achievement through trials, victories, and struggles, training like this

It means that it is difficult to make effective progress.

I wasn't taught by a player who knew Clay very well, and I had no choice but to have something to think about when I was training by myself.

However, he could not hire a professional such as an instructor for a short time. Han Woo-jin dismissed the incomplete beauty and sent a signal back to Shin Se-yeon.

Bam!

Above the blooming red coat, only a cool ball roars freely through the air.

It was almost an hour after the two men who were busy subbing and repeating only to get it went into the shade. It's a hot day, and the color of the coat makes them feel even worse.

made.

Even pro Han Woo-jin sweats a lot. Even Shin Se-yeon, who was growing relatively physical strength, was not lacking in heat to become exhausted. She leaned against the plastic chair in the shade and breathed.

“Hoo, I'm sorry, Woojin. Phew, give me a break. ”

“· · · Relax, don't overdo it. I'm gonna go get us a nice bottle of water. ”

Hanwoojin put her in her place with a bitter smile and moved to the white rooftop wooden building where the host stayed. Maybe there's a refrigerator in the house, so I thought I'd have a glass of water. If the item being sold

You could have bought a drink if you wanted.

After stepping out of the shade for a while, the sunlight hit the skin and the dry sweat began to flow back. Hanwoojin knocked on the door of the woodworking object while finishing off the dry Australian sun.

Knock, knock.

“Are you there? ”

He knocks and asks aloud, and voices flow from within. It sounded vague, but it was never a single voice.

“Whom · · · · · ·, guests? · · · Is this a village? · · ”

“In · · · Sydney, the winning · · · · Korea · · · ”

He seemed to be talking about Han Woo-jin. It seems rude to go in like this, so he stands there holding the door hook for a moment.

Fortunately, it was sunny in front of the door, so the sun could avoid it. One question passed through Hanwoojin's mind.

If one of the voices inside is the voice of the host who greeted him as he entered here, then who is the other voice that he seems to have heard somewhere else?

The moment the owner of that voice was about to come to mind in a blurry memory, the door slammed open as the door hook pinged.

And his question was solved with the man who revealed himself on the other side of the open door. Coppery skin, toned muscles and a tennis player with brown hair.

“Woojin? God, I never thought I'd see you again so soon! ”

“· · · · Napali? Why?"

Hanwoojin looks at the face of the man holding his hand with a dazzled expression. A young Spanish tennis hero with an honest-to-God look on his face.

There was Nafael Radal, king of Clay, who had passed through Sydney International.

“I was looking for a change of heart, but the only club around here with an empty clay coat. My grandfather recognized me, so I was talking to him. ”

“What is the Australian Open? I don't think we're done here. ”

The Australian Open was still open for a few days. Today is probably the day of the Eight or Four. Hanwoojin looks at Radar with questionable eyes. Then he turned his gaze away with a shy face.

“· · · I lost at 8 rivers yesterday. Roddick, his brother came out with very sharp teeth. I couldn't get my hands on the hard drive. ”

“Angie Roddick · · ·! ”

Is that what happened? Hanwoojin was only able to make sense of it.

Angie Roddick was one of the few people who could get Napa 'el to drink the hardship of defeat. Known as one of the world's top gangsters, Roddick is strangely out of his league with Pedro, so he jumps at each encounter.

I often lost without saving. It seemed to have been piled up there.

“Then it's my turn. Eugene, why are you here? ”

“The next contest is the opening of Brazil. They have clay coats, so I'm going to practice. ”

“Oh! So you decided to accept my invitation? ”

Invitation? What invitation? Hanwoojin, who was thinking for a moment, thought of a few words that Radar had thrown when he split up the last time, then waved his head. All of Clay's strongest minds will compete with Radar at the French Open.

There was no arc.

“ No way. I should be aiming my sword at the king like I haven't even got the ball done yet. ”

“Oh, so you have an idea when you feel like it? ”

“· · · · What? ”

Han Woo-jin, who realized what he meant by Radar's words, looked back at him surprisingly. Are you telling me that you were lucky and that you're going to teach someone who defeated you once? It was also an act of arrogance.

“What else would Duff say… but he plays with him every day. Can I make you wait for a day like today? ”

However, while smoking away, he grabbed the racket with a relaxed face and went to his coat.

His broad back seemed to tell him to stop there if he wasn't confident enough to follow, so Han Woo-jin jumped out of nowhere. Always pushing his back was a sting of inferiority. Above the Grasp of the Racket

The thick tendon twitches.

Cough.

I don't even remember running around in the sun for more than an hour. I just stood on the other side of the king who provoked me, boiling my blood hotter than the sun.

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