God of Tennis

Whoo-hoo!

A plane flew up the runway and emitted an enormous exhaust. No matter how strong it was, the windows at the airport must have been rigged with reinforced glass. Han Woo-jin paused his thought and frowned.

You stare at the airplane flying in the air.

‘It's too noisy here. Could this be a different facility? ’

The airport was one of the most noisy places in the public sphere, although it could have been thought of as a distraction. It was because the noise that airplanes make as they take off and land was unimaginable.

When constructing an airport, do you want to enter the construction after considering the distance to the nearby residential area?

Even the Sydney International Airport where Han Woo-jin is staying has its own soundproofing system.

However, compared to Incheon International Airport, which is regarded as the world class, there were only a few slumps.

The standards of Hanwoojin in the Incheon Airport were too high, not the level of Sydney Airport.

If I think about it more deeply, the noise coming from beyond the window kept breaking. He glanced outside for a moment with his annoyed eyes, but seeing it did not change anything.

After giving up thinking about it at the airport, Hanwoojin closed his eyes to check the status window for a short time. Then, after my last practice with Radar yesterday, the notification messages that came to mind filled my mind. I don't have a good restaurant right after that.

Radal, who was dragging them around, had little time to check.

[You have repeatedly run a practice match with an opponent who is higher than you. Mass Skill EXP is settled.]

[You have reached level 1 in Bali.]

[Dropshot level has increased by 1.]

[Skill EXP of Forehand has been accumulated.]

Hanwoojin

Strength (Stiffness) 66 (+2)/HP 67/Agility 67

HP 2510/2680 SP 930/930

Forehand: 16/20

Backhand: 11/20

Sublevel: 17/20

Bali Level: 14 of 20

Smash Level: 12/20

Dropshot Level: 12 of 20

Robe Level: 11/20

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

The first thing that caught my eye was the HP that had fallen below half and recovered close to 10,000 years ago. Practice with Radar was pretty intense, but it didn't weigh as much as the competition for winning and losing with maximum concentration. Power Either Way

It wasn't weird that he didn't finish it, and it was a one-sided teachings by Radar.

He taught Claycourt know-how and techniques in detail as if he were Han Woojin's coach or supervisor. His attitude of teaching without hiding was rather embarrassing.

About two days ago, when two audiences were playing poker without overcoming boredom.

On that day, the two of them were playing a rally in Clay, and Radar, as always, sampled the body, pointing out the immature parts of Hanwoojin.

[Clay has more traction on the floor than hard. You have to understand the difference when you apply the brakes.]

‘Hm… mainly how? ’

Even now, it was a clear statement.

It was a question that I didn't know, but in a certain way, I wanted to dig up the bottom of the other person's stream.

Before Han Woo-jin realizes anything later, Radar opens his mouth after finishing his brief thought.

[In my case, adjust the area of the sole of the foot touching the coat by narrowing or extending it. If I reach more than half, I think I'll slip two steps...]

‘Now, wait a minute. ’

Was there anything you didn't understand?]

Radar frowned a few times with a face a little younger than Han Woojin's. He looked like he didn't know why he was embarrassed. I don't think I was just trying to teach you how to explain a trick.

He was stuttering because he didn't know what to do.

However, in this case, the response that was seen with Hanwoojin was generally the right one.

Athletes had their own knowledge. It was not long ago, but Hanwoojin also had something like that.

It was a kind of trick to twist your wrist when you stroke, eat your spin well, or catch your breath more easily when you stop. One by one, it wasn't that great.

However, such trivial things become the cornerstone of achievement. Even the know-how of Radar, called the King of Clay, remained worthy of leaping to the throne.

The attitude that was so careless, the child was sweet. I felt like I saw a kid leave it by the water.

Napa, can I tell you all that? What if it reveals a weakness? ’

This intellect of Han Woo-jin also stemmed from a favor to Radar. Had he really known his own interests, he would have listened quietly and sought to uncover Radar's habits and weaknesses. But Han Woo-jin

You are not smart enough to use even's favor. If I sweat as much as I can, I don't want to look like I'm drooling.

Radar looks a little impressed with his advice, and shortly after that, he opens his face and replies.

[Thank you for your concern. I don't know how long it's been since I've heard that from someone else.]

‘Then…’

[But it's okay. Just because I teach you this much doesn't mean the floor is shallow enough to reveal the basin.]

He looked at Han Woojin with a confident face. Just in time, the sun shines backwards behind him. Western angled necessities are sterically more prominent than usual when shaded. The face of Radar standing behind the sun

had a sense of weight worthy of the title of King.

In front of Hanwoojin, who was recklessly stiffened, he insisted that the racket in his hand was raised.

[That's what a king is.]

And I really did.

After a brief recollection, Han Woo-jin lost his ceremony without my knowledge. Rats were worried about cats.

Clay's Radar is fearfully strong with his worries intact. Even Hanwoojin, who had tamed himself to the Clay and received a notice of acceptance from Radar, was not at a level he could touch. No need to discuss weaknesses or habits, muscles.

Essentially, there was an uproar somewhere else.

‘There's still a long way to go. ’

Victory in the hardcoat was inconvenient. When Hanwoojin found his new target, he closed his eyes and grabbed the armrests of his chairs tightly.

It was. It seemed like it would really shatter if it was gripped with power.

Hanwoojin, who did not intend to make amends after destroying the airport equipment for no reason, slowly loosened his grip. The muscles that contracted relaxed and transmitted a tingling sensation. Before all that unconscious breathing comes out, the last few days have been a complete ripple in my ears.

The voice digs into your ears.

“Oh, Woojin! Are you leaving, too? ”

“ … Napa. ”

As always, Radar's lively face approaches and greets you. And after him, Duff shows his exhausted face. Duff said goodbye to Hanwoojin with a light glance, and either way, he'll be the first to step in the water.

went away to.

‘Every time I have a hard time. ’

From the perspective of the third party, Duff's hardship was truly troublesome. It was like a real babysitter picking up and dragging him along. Maybe Duff's chronic neuralgia is affecting him.

It may have been born after we stuck together.

“You said you were going to Argentina, right? ”

“There is a competition in Buenos Aires. You're gonna wish you hadn't fallen out of the Australian Open. ”

“What is the coat? ”

“Of course Clage. ”

“... I've said it. ”

I don't know who else is going to attend the Buenos Aires Open, but it looks like the winner has been decided. Ladal, who stepped on Clay, was close to invincible. Every clay competition, including Roland Garros,

The winning cup had already become an atmosphere.

After that, it continued to be a frivolous conversation. As long as you like the other person, you can talk as much as you want with a story that is not very nutritious. After talking, I didn't feel bored even though I couldn't remember.

The first to leave was for Radal, where Duff finished all his tours. I could not attract more time because I had a plane ticket about an hour faster than Han Woo-jin. Radar shared his love with Han Woo-jin for a short time.

“Well, we'll see each other again soon. Let's meet somewhere and play a game, Woojin. ”

“If that's the case, I don't want Clay. ”

“Ah, let's try it on Hard once and then Clay next. I don't know if it's up to us. ”

It was a story that no one knew which competition to meet again. Going to the same competition as Claydon Harden was a big deal to get over it until we met. Some athletes, like Han Woo-jin and Radar, basically take the ATP tour.

The ATP Tour was the best hiding place for world rankers, even in the lowest 250 leagues. You don't know who you're going to pin your ankles to if you look at someone else.

Still, Radar promised them a reunion. I'll wait for the day to give the ball back, anytime, anywhere.

Then there was only one answer that Han Woo-jin would return.

“See you next time, Napa. ”

“Yes, another time. ”

After exchanging a few words, Radar turns his back. Meeting and separation were the same for tennis players leaving the world. There was no reason to rejoice and no reason to grieve. It was a relationship.

The voice of the person who was waiting in Hanwoojin's ear, who was watching where Sanda Radal and Duff disappeared. The voice of a calm woman, Shin Se-yeon.

“I've waited a long time, Mr. Woojin!... Huh? Who went there? ”

She comes to his side with a steady gait in her heels. Then he looked around at the chair facing Han Woojin with a curious face.

Then Han Woo-jin got up and answered her question.

It was a natural answer that came out of nowhere.

“Yes, I had a friend who came first. ”

“… Aha. ”

Shin Se-yeon, who knew who she was referring to, accepted it with a slight smile. She had been watching Han Woo-jin and Radar for days.

After a while, the two who were watching Radar stayed began to walk in the direction of their aircraft at almost the same time. I didn't have a flight from Sydney to Brazil, so I took a ticket to Rio through the United States.

It was two reservations.

After a quick examination, Han Woo-jin headed for the boarding entrance, he quickly remembered something and opened his mouth to look at Shin Se-yeon.

“By now, maybe History knows that I'm going to the Brazilian Open, right? ”

“Probably, right? There's a limit to what you can hide. You wouldn't even know if you saw the march. ”

Shin Se-yeon nodded as if it were natural. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't fake the march and show it. Hear from Joon-seong Choi about the Brazilian Open at the time of the big announcement

I was going to.

This was the last fork in the road. I had to watch how Choi Yeon-hyeok was coping with a sudden conflict with Han Woo-jin, who knew his condition was not intact.

If he had the judgment to keep an eye on the situation calmly and take a step back, this storm might not have been his cause. The brakes could have broken for some reason that Han Woo-jin didn't know.

But if, instead of retreating, you decide to fight while avoiding even the disadvantages...

“I think I'll get one more role. ”

The self-sufficient little soliloquy is buried in the loud sound of an airplane that fades away from anyone's ears.

See you later. > End

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