God of Tennis

Brazil, in particular in February in Sao Paulo, was a month in which the rains were very frequent. The average rainfall was 217 mm, with an average rainfall of 16 days.

It was a time when coincidence could not have happened.

“· · But this is too much. ”

Krrrrrrr!

Even before Hanwoojin's words ended, the thunder shook heaven and earth. Whether the lightning was proportional to rainfall or Brazilian lightning, the sound was also amazing. How many times have I been deafened when I came from the hotel to the convention hall?

W-we didn't want to see the sparkling exterior.

Moreover, rainfall was also unusual. The rain that rains like a hole in the sky begins at dawn, pulling back the weatherman who was sleeping well. Raindrops pour down like little curtains.

It was spectacular to obscure my vision like silver.

“Will the rain stop the game or not? ”

Shin Se-yeon blurred her tail as she looked at the outside rain with anxious eyes.

Although the Brazilian open stadium was a good place and the ceiling to prevent rain was installed on the spot, it could not stop the moisture flowing through the windows or through the door. Clay has a rough coat texture if it's damp.

This coat was getting tougher.

“Probably not. ”

But, like her wind, it was unlikely that the game would stop for the rainy season.

I had seen some of the games that had already been placed in the front order of Han Woo-jin, starting and ending in this environment, and it seemed that I could not help but because it was a country that was used to raining like this from the usual time. Not a few days of racing to avoid rainy days in Brazil.

It could have been a few more weeks.

‘There will be nothing inconvenient about each other, but · ·'

Han Woo-jin, Choi Yeon-hyeok and Claycourt's experience were never much. Unlike Han Woo-jin for the first time, he had at least a few clays, but his grades were not that good. Wet and damp.

Gold clay coats are either a factor in getting their ankles caught.

I didn't have to look far. In the middle of the game that is currently unfolding in front of two people, the ball popped up in an odd direction for several times. Not only is Han Woo-jin quite familiar with Clay's bounce, but even the player who hit the ball trembles.

I made a face. It also meant that I felt significantly different from my usual coat.

Not hard-coats, not claycoats. Today, the red coat that you two will be giving and receiving has become a completely unfamiliar land.

“I didn't intend to save the benefits of the coat with just a few days of learning from Radar, but I'm back for the first time. ”

He rubs his head with a low, wet hair and scratches his head. A long sport cut, which was a bird, was sticking out between my fingers.

‘I'll have to cut again when this competition is over. ’

In Korea, he used a blue cafe famous for cutting students' hair neatly. It is Han Woo-jin who has no interest in hair shapes or dressing up. So, a naturally comfortable and cool sport cut became the default hair.

Even the military didn't get caught up in it. · ·

It was the voice of the referee declaring the victor's disappearance that turned Han Woo-jin into a stadium who was momentarily distracted. The voice of judgment coming out of the loudspeaker, whether the axial air is damp or not, pounded the eardrums of the audience violently.

[Game of Agustin! 63, 46, 57!]

Looks like Augustine won. Hanwoojin looks down at his coat and grimaces as if checking.

“· · · You've won. ”

“Yes, it's Mr. Woojin's turn. ”

Like she said, the next game was his turn. The game will begin shortly after 10 minutes of clearing your coat. Although it was Brazil that came for Choi Hyuk, it was also a meaningful contest for Han Woo-jin. My fist was naturally clenched and my pulse fluttered in my palm.

‘I'm a long way from growing up, too. ’

Han Woo-jin woke up from his seat with a bitter smile that came out of his mouth. Despite the air that had been quite cool since it rained from the morning, I didn't know that my body was hot as a well-warmed iron. It's hard to sit still like this.

was.

“You're leaving now? ”

It is clear that Shin Se-yeon's eyes, looking at him quietly, are always quiet. Thinking about it, she always did. I waited for him to say it first and supported what he had decided to do. God in the heart of this hot, wet Brazil.

Seyeon was definitely his ally.

So I thought, let's be as trustworthy as we are in her face.

“I'll be right back. ”

Even the damp air seemed to bend, and Han Woo-jin moved on to the first battlefield he ever met.

* * *

Hanwoojin

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

HP 2600/2680 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)

Just before climbing onto the coat, Hanwoojin, who held the racket to check the condition, nodded satisfactorily. It was a luxury to want more than this. The coat's heterogeneity was a common penalty to each other anyway.

‘My body is at its best. This is the perfect place to rest, even if it doesn't get any better. ’

The stamina consumed in the first round with Antonio has been fully recovered after a relaxing two-round victory. Consumption of muscles or ligaments was not originally a controllable area, and it was not just a day or two of rest. Consider that.

Today, Han Woo-jin was literally full.

After lightly checking the racket a few times, he shifted his gaze toward the most historic side of the racket, just like himself. Choi Hyuk's appearance and status window dug almost simultaneously into his heavily sunken eyes.

History of Choi (Fatigue)

Strength 64 (5)/HP 67 (5)/Agility 65 (5)

HP 2110/2680 SP 890/890

Forehand: 15/20

Backhand: 10/20

Sub-Level: 13/20

Bali Level: 14 of 20

Smash Level: 12/20

Dropshot Level: 12 of 20

Robe Level: 13/20

Special Skills: Slippers (Bali),??

“· · Still a little better. ”

He seemed to have taken a well-deserved break after withdrawing from the Australian Open. The strength that had fallen had risen again, and the emphasis that [very fatigue] had disappeared.

HP was also consumed but well thought out. Both Hanwoo Jindo 1 and 2 rounds would have been consumed similarly if he had fought Antonio-level athletes.

Although it was a bit contradictory, it was a relief that Han Woo-jin felt after seeing Choi's state of affairs. He was really relieved to know that he was perfectly fine with Choi Hyuk's ability to play.

Han Woo-jin came to defeat Choi Yeon-hee, not to step on an easy to win foothold.

At the same time as the two athletes climbed onto their coats, the referee placed their coats in a loud voice. Han Woo-jin was right, and Choi Yeon-hyeok was left.

“Testing Han on my right! Yeonhyeok Choi on my left! ”

The coin toss immediately followed. It seemed like the referee was struggling to sit in such damp air. My deeply bent finger flicks up the coin in a hurry, like a frowned glance.

Ping!

“Head."

“Ah, Tail. ”

Suddenly, an unpleasant memory passed by. In the test league, Choi Hye Hyuk won the scissors and took the sub.

While Hanwoojin was stunned for a moment, the referee once again raises his voice, checking the side of the falling coin. Of course, it was about who held the serve.

“Han to Serve Test! Player Ready!”

Did I win this time?

As if exchanging or receiving, the sub-rights rolled into Hanwoojin's hands. The feeling of the ball filling the palm of your hand was subtly wet because of your mood. The moisture seeped into the arena and soaked the ball slightly.

‘So is this, so is · · · all similar. ’

Even if some individuals changed the ball, the feeling of being caught in the palm of their hand was not very different, even though they proved that moisture never avoided a specific ball. I'll put it in a sealed place, but once I get it out, I'll start wetting it again, so how do I stop it?

I don't think so.

As soon as Hanwoojin gave up on picking out a good ball, the referee declared the start of the match.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! ”

Han Woo-jin once teased the history of being positioned across the net without throwing the ball. A wet clay coat would be unfamiliar to him or himself in many ways. If so, hit the ball first and see how it reacts.

He was in a favorable position.

However, the target is a genius when exhausted and worn out. He didn't know when and what variables to create.

Therefore, Hanwoojin triggered a characteristic without being careless about what was said.

‘Heavy hitter.’

[Strength stats increase by 3 for 1 stroke.]

[You have applied to the sub. Increases restraint on sub.]

[One second of stiffness will be applied immediately after stroke.]

From start to power.

I didn't have to use Stinger to score. If Han Woo-jin's guess is correct, it will take time for Choi Yeon-hyeok to respond properly to his subordinates. The moment the rhythm hit, Han Woo-jin raised his arm.

The ball leaves the palm of the hand, and the racket tears the wind furiously.

Pa-ang!

Straight trajectory, flat.

A fastball helmet that was thrown directly into a baseball helmet. A single stroke to test the opponent's physical skills. Like 100 mile features in baseball, high-speed sub users in tennis are treated

It was.

And Han Woo-jin was the only player left who met the standard of treatment.

Paan!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

The ball bounces away from the coat with no room to react. The rotation did not take long, but the immense thrust on the ball produced a tremendous height bound.

“· · · Ha. ”

Choi Hyeon Hyuk sighed lightly, instead of chasing the ball that disappeared out of sight. I was aware I was a little out of touch, but I never thought I'd miss a flat sub coming in from the front. Han Woo-jin woke him up completely in one shot.

It would be literally like flashing in the eyes of Choi Hyuk, who had not seen a high-speed sub for several months. No matter how hard you train, your senses can become dull without irritation.

Moreover, Han Woo-jin's data, which was written inside him, was all it was at the time of the test league. I understand the advanced skills of Hanwoojin rationally, but I remember the day I encountered the flesh more clearly. Blood.

Psychic memory is surprisingly longer than people think.

There was also a bar that Han Woo-jin wanted. At the time of the test league, he and Han Woo-jin were completely different people. It has not been compared at all, from physical ability to technical competence to accumulated experience.

So until the snow catches up, it'll be a blur.

Pa-ang!

“Thirty Love (30: 0)! ”

A successive down-speed corridor quickly escapes the most time-honored service coat. Although Han Woo-jin was an unintended boundary of angles, he was never returned because he couldn't read it, either. The penalty in each court is the same.

The reason was being revealed.

Choi Hyuk was unable to revive his senses until the other two rooms fell and finished the game. I could not forge a day that had been crushed for months in just one game.

“Han Test Game! Court Change!”

Service ace four-round.

In some ways, after one game of humiliation, Choi Hyuk stepped forward. More steps were taken to move his coat than he had in all four points. Thinking about it, something was funny.

“Ha, you've come to the right place. ”

Choi Hyuk smiled with a hollow face. It was a singularity.

In the everyday world of professional pharmaceutics, it is wrong to show weaknesses. It was like Choi Hyeon-hyuk, who messed up body care and made too many schedules, unquestionably revealed his neck. There was no way to blame Han Woo-jin, no matter what he wanted to do with it.

So let's laugh here. Using their cunning and their stupidity as a relief.

“But I don't want to give up so easily. ”

After four months, the subtle weight of holding the tail of Choi Hyuk's mouth fell off. The previous day, a refreshing smile that stayed as a boy found its home.

1-set score 10.

The game was just after it started.

End

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