God of Tennis
“Do you know who said, 'The ship docked in the harbor is safe, but that's not why it was built'? ”
“· · · I'm not sure. ”
“Paulo Coelho. It's in The Pilgrim. ”
Bang, the wooden staff tapping the floor made a dry sound. Chairman Cho put it in his heart quite carefully. Ships in the harbor are safe. Nothing will break unless the Tidal Wave strikes, and nothing will be destroyed by the reef.
However, they only rot increasingly, being meaningless and wealthy. The boat is supposed to be stuck in the sea, squeaking in the wind, and doing its part.
Chairman Cho brought Han Woo-jin to the Seoul Open because of a similar reason. Instead of leaving it in a safe place to rot, we picked a rough route and floated it. Praying for a real sailor, a real sailor, a real sailor.
1.
However, Hanwoojin was looking beyond the rough waves. It was more than I expected, more than I expected.
“I haven't seen anything wrong in a while, but that's the first time I've had fun. ”
Chairman Jo smiled brightly at his wrinkled face. Like a child having a good dream, it was a clear face without any cloudiness.
He continued to keep his silent smile on his mouth.
“There's only one wave left. Can you make it? ”
“I'm moving on. ”
“Not sure, but sure. I love it. ”
It was time to get ready for the game. Chairman Cho nodded his head as he looked at it.
“I look forward to the good news. Oh, you're looking forward to it. ”
“Yes?”
“See you later, then. ”
Unexpectedly, the question in my mouth did not return.
Chairman Cho left the room with a cool gait, and Han Woo-jin became alone again.
And the phone that I had left in my pocket terribly began to vibrate, buzzing.
[Shin Se-yeon]
Hanwoojin, who confirmed the call number, lifts the racket bag. There were less than two hours until the start of the match at 11: 00.
“Let's go.”
It was time to cast off.
End
ⓒ