God of Tennis

Andrew Murray, I haven't seen his name in a long time. He was also a character I met in the French ATP League shortly after Han Woo-jin became a pro. At that time, it was hard to even consider an enemy to defeat.

I've heard of him.

‘Rank · · 10th? It's taller than Zokovich, right? ’

The profile from Shin Se-yeon detailed Andrew's recent results. ATP250 had an impressive career sweeping through the Challenge League. Ranking has increased dramatically since most competitions have won or semi-winning.

There was nothing weird about it. And in Jokovich's case, Hanwoojin failed to supply ATP500 points and did not fall back in ranking.

However, in Hanwoojin's eyes, the horror of the words was learned. It was because I had only a few memories of the future as I watched Andrew grow. The second I felt the fear of a genius,

It was.

‘But there are still a few years left to meet the peak period · · is also a person of Big 4. ’

Andrew's prime season was not until 2010, when he became a British hero by winning gold medals in London following the 2011 Australian Open semi-final and the 2012 US Open. At least four years, maybe five more.

After years of persecution, he was considered a member of Big 4.

“Andrew on the lawn might be difficult. ”

Shin Se-yeon, who had heard it, reacted to Han Woo-jin's soliloquy who had flowed out unknowingly. In her head, a recent score of the top rankers has been written off. Andrew Murray's was also no exception.

“It's not going to be easy. Murray has won hard-coat races in a row, and he rarely misses an ATP league held on the lawn each year. ”

“I know, because Andrew's style is great on grass and hard-coats. ”

There were many times when he was the lowest of the four, but based on the power of the sub or the hand, he was considered the strongest of the four. Hard-coats, and furthermore a style that was easy to face on the lawn. So, 2013 Wimbledon Line.

You could have freed the British from their grief.

Moreover, Andrew's overwhelming menthol sometimes created a fatal gap, but occasionally exerted enough explosive power to overwhelm other Big 4's. He's so strong, he even works at a counter that's comparable to Zokovich's.

Both offense and defense are top-class.

But there was no need to be afraid. With Andrew growing up, Hanwoojin grew even more. Even though it wasn't much of a lucky bar, he was the one who defeated Zokovich. Now, I've been beaten up by one Andrew.

There is no hard feelings for the numbers.

‘I couldn't even fight back then. ’

Scratching at the bottom of the memory brings back bitter memories of defeat. Han Woo-jin had previously been knocked out of the Mets Open by Leonard Sweets, a black basketball player, even before he fought Andrew. Before they were physically and technically cooked,

Because it was a story, the wall of the right world ranker around that time was not a level beyond adversity.

But what about now? If Han Woo-jin had the technology to compete with the world's best physical and big 4 levels, things would have been much different then.

‘I can win enough. ’

It wasn't just confidence. Confidence with skills was more than confidence. The memories of the bandits who faced each other several times made Hanwoojin unable to show weakness. Andrew's growth must have been frightening.

It was overwhelming, but there was no reason for him to be afraid.

The strength of the grass court dictates the strength of the serve and Bali. Andrew would have had his way, but Hanwoojin was also a hard man to find enemies with. In the opinion of the court, the rainbow side is more advantageous.

The castle was high.

It was the sound of sharp tires in the rental car that stopped Hanwoojin thinking about the battle with Andrew for a long time. Han Woo-jin, who only knew he had arrived, asked a question with a curious face as the landscape was far from the house outside the window.

“Reporter Kim, why did you stop? ”

“Oh, we have to walk down from here. I heard that there are no parking spaces available for this reservation. ”

“This is a · · · · public parking lot. ”

Han Woo-jin was only able to understand where the vehicle had stopped. A large parking lot, a small window issuing passes, changed his guess to confidence. The car was supposed to be parked in the parking lot around the house. I don't think so.

Lekka, Kim Sang-pil nodded his head kindly.

“Great value and close to home. It's a five-minute walk. ”

It was a short walk away from my nose as soon as I fell back and forth for five minutes. Hanwoojin got out of the car and looked around the landscape. While traveling abroad has become a daily routine, the first country I visited, the first city I visited, was filled with regret.

I had to be lonely. The cloudy sky, like the rain, seemed quite ominous.

He spontaneously pulls the racket bag out of the trunk and talks to two people who are surprised by his sudden behavior. Sometimes you want to make yourself feel better in this way.

“That's the building, right? Right there, starting with D. ”

“· · · Yes, it is. The Dorint Hotel.”

“I'm memorizing the room number I booked, so I'll be back in a minute. I just got a little stiff sitting here. ”

Well, that didn't seem to be a problem. However, Shin Se-yeon glanced at the racket bag he was carrying and asked with a curious face.

“Why don't you leave the racket? Looks like it's gonna rain soon. ”

“It's empty somewhere without him. He'll come back if he wants it to rain anyway. ”

“Phew, okay. The team will be here in three days, so don't wander around too much. ”

Hanwoojin's team from the NK group was spending time in Spain right now. Spain, which is the most powerful country in tennis, has a lot of cutting-edge technology that they can access, and it's not that hard to find supplies like used props or new material rackets.

I could. That's why Hanwoojin and his team arrived in Germany first, with a few days' interval.

After obtaining consent, Han Woo-jin moved away from the two people with an excited step. Shin Se-yeon and Kim Sang-pil, who were left behind, faced each other with an awkward smile. Sometimes more than a player.

Han Woo-jin was about the same age as the coach or director.

It was then.

Rrrrrr · · ·

“It's Reporter Kim. ”

“Huh? You won't get a phone call now. · · · ”

I accidentally put my hand in my pocket, but the sound wasn't ringing there. If it's not her phone, there's only one person who owns the phone ringing right now. Kim Sang-pil took the bag around his shoulder.

I put it down and took out my phone and answered the phone.

“Yes, this is Sang-pil Kim. ”

[Ahjussi! I'm Young-ho. I'm sorry to call so suddenly.]

“Young-ho! What did you call me about all of a sudden? Didn't you say you were on MBS? ”

[Yes, that's correct. That's why I'm calling.]

Hearing the news from beyond the phone, Sang-pil Kim's wide mouth was wide. It was like the MBS sports channel was beginning to pay attention to Han Woojin. A football or baseball that can help you get a stable viewership otherwise.

There was no reason to ditch and choose tennis.

“You want me to help you manage it on the ground? ”

[Yes! If you help us, we can proceed without any inconvenience. There's a reasonable number of people who have never broadcast live broadcasts.]

The MBS's decision was a sudden change of departments for journalists in Germany. Broadcasting broadcasts from this place for reporting purposes? The appliance can be sent by air, but I have never

I didn't have anything easy to touch.

That's why you contacted Sang-pil Kim. A veteran journalist living in Germany, with experience in all departments throughout the station. It was the perfect person to catch the baton in this situation.

“Then how long, where can I go? ”

[Not yet. We'll get back to you in at least three days.]

“All right, let's cool off. I'll return the answer then. ”

After hanging up the phone, Sang-pil Kim scratched his back on Shin Se-yeon's eyes as if wanting an explanation. As much as I'd like to say, he was now fully employed by the NK. I couldn't hide this quest.

Soon after, the decision of MBS station that Kim Sang-pil had just heard from his successor was poured out.

* * *

Meanwhile, Han Woo-jin had left a public parking lot near his house and was walking around without a care. The sky was dim, but the wind passing by was really refreshing. The air in and out of my nose and mouth is clear, as if I were in the mountains.

I looked around, but there was a lot of green space, so I made my eyes comfortable.

‘Good city. ’

I can't say the air is as good as clear, but at least it was for him to feel. Visitors were rarely seen, and young Germans who looked like they were in their early 20s were strolling the streets lively. gritty

was nowhere to be found.

Hanwoojin stopped at a park near the Saale River, quite far from the city, where he had not set his destination and was just walking.

“This is as far as I go. ”

It's hard to find a way when you're this far away. Hanwoojin lowers his bag and pulls out a racket and a ball. I was going to fry the ball lightly here. Compared to loosening up in your coat,

Knocking the ball with a jacket makes me feel better.

Barrels ─ Barrels ─ Barrels ─

The ball danced with a constant beat on the racket's string. Sometimes he flips his wrist and changes the face, bouncing the ball high and low. In football, it was a readiness movement that was similar to lifting.

"I never thought I'd see Andrew again." ’

I never thought I'd meet Andrew in an ATP250 league I'd chosen without thinking about it. Of course, even if I knew beforehand, I had no intention of quitting.

The higher the level of the enemy, the better, since Wimbledon was determined to compete against the opponent. Whoever comes, there's no one worse than Roger Pedro. It's better to have experience when you meet an enemy that you can compare to.

It was Rowl.

And Andrew Murray was exactly who he was. One of the top ten fingers in the world, and one of the Wimbledon winners of the future. The cornerstone of the procedural table before meeting the Emperor and his enemies.

There were also three remaining altitudes.

Is it because I'm confused? Hanwoojin's ball, which had been protruding in place for a long time, bounced in a strange direction due to the racket that had been broken for a moment.

Tong ─

"Oops."

If someone was passing by behind him, he could have been hit, or he would have had to go to get the ball. A distracted price to pay. Han Woo-jin calmly tried to take a step back without embarrassing himself.

But it didn't have to be.

Bam!

It was because the ball fell back to the front of Hanwoojin with a cheerful sound. I could tell just by the sound of it. Nothing else, it was a knocking ball with a tennis racket.

Who is it?

The astonishing agility stat of 68 makes it easy to catch even the unexpected drops. Han Woo-jin reaches out and grabs the ball, and at the same time, he considers the direction in which someone returns the ball he missed and turns. Yep.

There, in fact, was a man who was holding a tennis racket at an angle looking at him.

A jewelry close to 190cm, a short shave, yet curly head splashed out the line, and a forehead that remained roughly free of wrinkles, told me who he was.

“· · · Andrew. ”

Is this a coincidence, too?

As I encountered him in a park in France two years ago, I encountered him in a park that I had not thought of finding today.

But there was one difference from then.

At that time, there was a racket now at the hands of Hanwoojin, who was empty-handed. As the two men holding the racket face each other, the sky frowning from earlier began to vomit thunder.

< Long time no see # 2 > end

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