God of Tennis

On the afternoon of June 25, 2007, South Korea was engulfed in strange air. The Monday after spending a cozy weekend away was definitely not a good day to struggle with fatigue. The shoulders of the workers who have to go to work tomorrow are heavy.

Monday evening, a strange heat caused them to sit in front of the TV. It was Dum who lit up the phone of the chicken house in several places in each neighborhood.

“No, why are there so many orders on Monday night? Young-sik, if you see Hyung-chul today, please come out and deliver! ”

“Yes, boss! And three more spices! ”

“Take off your post-its and put them on! Three's a bitch, and there's no room for one! ”

The temperature of the boiling chicken house kitchen was comparable to that of the sauna. Albanian and his boss, wrapped around a towel on their forehead, teased their hands without any time to wipe off the sweat on their noses. The spell that began to rumble from 2 hours ago was at work.

I became more and more fortunate. If it were bad, would you call Alba Saints to deliver it on their day off today?

‘What, there's not much to see this evening? ’

I spent seven years as the owner of a chicken house. If I take this much time, I will be able to guess the reason based on the large and small amount of orders. By looking at the details of the sport and the game, I could estimate the order volume at the highest level.

But not today. He knows that there is no football, baseball or anything to see, but it is hard to find out why unless this is the case.

He finally couldn't get an answer. He didn't even know that the answer was coming from the sports channel he had inadvertently played, and just waved his pole because his wrist was going to fall off.

Probably would not have known if they were interested in TV. For him, tennis was just a sport that middle-aged people enjoyed.

But the atmosphere was also changing gradually. The collaboration between MBS and the NK group was a result of Wimbledon's local broadcasting card. Football is also more interesting to the Premier League than the K-League.

As is the case, Wimbledon's greatest authority was not lacking in gathering viewers.

And as the clock struck 7 o'clock, two men appeared on the MBS Sports Channel.

Direct from London, Mainland England! I'm Park Sung-jin, a commentator dedicated to your tennis broadcast!

I didn't expect Wimbledon to say hello like this. Nice to meet you, Shiny.

The two commentators who surpassed the 9-hour parallax welcomed the viewers. I've been on Grand Slam before, but I've never been there before. Costs were also costs, but resins were not right.

Just a few years ago, very few people were interested in tennis. Without Han Woo-jin, Choi Yeon-hyeok, and the NK group, the same situation would never have happened.

And today we have a very special guest. Many of you don't know his face, but you can't discuss Korean tennis without him. Isn't that right, Yoon?

That's right, and this relay of Wimbledon is, in a way, his work.

So let me introduce you right away. Please, come in!

After finishing his role as a windbreaker, the two commentators raised their voices, looking in one direction.

Then a middle-aged man appeared from the corner of the monitor. A somewhat rugged face, appropriately dressed, seemed to show his true nature. The commemorative ceremony sits on a chair paid for by his share, bowing.

Hello, I am the Director of NK Vehicles, the Award Ceremony.

The director of NK vehicles, which are affiliated with Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok, remained wide in the eyes of viewers who were watching the awards with a puzzling face. Director who raised two new heights, the same as the pinnacle of Korean tennis today! The Unreal Ones

Crabs could not be misunderstood even if they sounded like him.

The three people who briefly said hello immediately got to the point. It's because Han Woo-jin's game was caught in the first place and he couldn't afford to share his story. As long as it's their role to excite the viewers before the game begins, the cow is useless.

There was no time left to hit Lee.

Let's start with the opponent of Han Woojin. This is Jonas Calleri from Sweden. Twenty-nine this year, and this is my 10th year as a veteran.

ATP ranking has dropped a lot since last year due to frequent injuries and disappointment. But in 2004, he was a semi-winning athlete in the Masters League. You're not the only one who's going to underestimate ranking right now.

Professional battles are always a series of uncertainties. Big 4, including the emperor, was also often caught in a sewer that he did not expect. The difference in skills does not lead to victory or defeat, but the player realizes through a painful experience.

The two commentators were afraid that Han Woo-jin would overlook such a logic.

But the former director snorted. I couldn't help but wonder about Han Woo-jin, how he looked down on someone like that.

If you let your enemies rise, it's time to praise your allies. The two commentators who threatened Jonas quickly switched sides. Someone who knows the details of Han Woo-jin's recent activities is nearby. Direction to aim the arrowhead

It was clear.

Director, I've heard rumors that Han Woo-jin has been issued by athletes for two years. Is it true?

Yes, it's true.

Is it true you've been battling Lollangos and training fiercely for Wimbledon?

I spent seven, eight hours a day on my coat. Maybe if you think about Woojin in the past, the match won't go well.

The commentators suddenly gave a subtle look. I thought the director was exaggerating a little.

In fact, how different would a pro be if he practiced for a month? No matter how much I added talent to my efforts, it was hard to go beyond the walls of reality, and people were hard to change in such a short period of time.

But they responded well. To think of it as a broadcast, there was no reason to hesitate.

Then you should expect a victory today. Oh! Just in time, a rainy man is coming up on his coat.

I'm going to join you with my voice from now on. Camera, give it back!

* * *

The air is heavy.

Hanwoojin was seen on Wimbledon's coat. Is authority acting as pressure? Although it was not a centercoat, the number of spectators was very few, the weight on his shoulders was roughly equivalent to that of a Rolangos.

It's Joon. Even the crumbling feel of grass beneath his shoes is strange.

‘This is Wimbledon. ’

In his past life, he has not been out of Korea for more than 10 years, and in just two years he has come here. It was worth considering that it was actually an improvement of the elders. It was a blur of reality because the dream that had only been seen far was approaching me.

The voice of judgment resounded sharply, and held him to reality. As he grabbed the racket, which felt as light as a feather, Han Woojin turned his gaze forward.

“Testing Han on my right! Jonas Calleri on my left! ”

A man with dark brown hair and thin build was looking at you. An interest in the opposing Pokémon gives the impression of a cold, invisible look. Twenty-nine years old, with Jonas on his way down past his prime.

Uh, Wimbledon must be a rare occasion.

However, Hanwoojin's eyes never cease to freeze. As a pro, the player's only skill is to determine his or her winning or losing. I have to go to a documentary to find out whose cause is more desperate.

You'd better take one, too.

‘Moreover · · I don't feel like I would lose against anyone right now. ’

It was not an unreasonable confidence. The last month's rigorous training has completely fixed his imbalance. The precision of the technology has increased, as well as the basic movements have become more sophisticated than before. Han Woo-jin

I couldn't help but think of his status window, which I had checked several times.

Hanwoojin

Strength (Stiffness) 71 +2/HP 69/Agility 69

HP 2730/2760 SP 1180/1180

Forehand: 18/20

Backhand: 15/20

Sub-Level: 19/20

Bali Level: 19/20

Smash Level: 16/20

Dropshot Level: 17/20

Robe Level: 14/20

Special Skills: Stinger (Sub/Tier 2), Slug (Smash), Stomping (Bali)

There were no monsters.

Hanwoojin's assessment looked at his status window with an objective eye. The total skill level was exceeded by anyone except Roger, and the sum of the stats had now reached even Radar a few steps ahead. Win or lose by numbers.

To my knowledge, I had the courage to guarantee my victory.

Peeing!

The last time Hanwoojin examined his stat window, the referee who confirmed the two players' readiness bounced coins. Coins revealed their faces in front of two athletes, each with a front and a back.

‘Well, there are times like this. ’

He shrugs without a doubt. For him who chose the front, unfortunately, the coin was showing the back of his head.

“Calleri to Serve! Player Ready!”

Hanwoojin and Jonas shake their heads without a word of greeting.

He is not naturally a person who approaches someone he does not intend to be friendly with. Any ideals aiming to win are enemies. You can't part with a smile on everyone's face. Sometimes you have to be cool about it.

Throwing out the neck was also a must as a pro.

Soon after, both players took their seats, the referee standing under the umbrella announced the start of the match in a resounding voice.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! ”

At the same time, the ball bursts. A bludgeoning approach with a start signal is a common tactic among experienced athletes.

However, unlike the look of it, it was not a ploy to be eaten by Han Woo-jin who had been nursing his coat for over a decade.

Pa-ang!

It's sharper than faster. You draw a straight line with a long arm that can be hit with a whip. The ball slammed into the ground and tore the grass apart, immediately raising its head. Slower than any other lawn coat, but hard or big.

It was a quick enough bounce compared to Ray's.

‘Is this it?’

It just wasn't enough.

Paoaoaoaoang!

On a smooth grass, the racket draws an arc on the fingertips of a slippery Han Woojin.

A stroke that slices off the sides before the protruding ball sinks. The beveled racket lacks the ability to stop the rotation of the sub, walking in the reverse direction. Contrary to the harsh racket, the bounced ball gently floated into the air.

“Love Fifteen (0: 15)! ”

Jonas' wrinkled eyes widen in horror.

You can't seriously expect a drop shot off a flat serve with all that power? Moreover, this is not something you can reach just by practicing your skills!

Flat serve that drops into a lawn coat bounces back into a fast and chaotic trajectory. It was not an ordinary hit, but a drop required a reflexive nerve that could react in an instant, and precise techniques that would not tolerate a single tooth shake.

‘· · · Okay, it could have been used in practice. ’

On the contrary, Han Woojin's face sank peacefully. Achievements achieved through practice have no way of assessing utility without going through practice. By exchanging a few moves earlier, he was able to be confident in the skills he had built. There can't be more than a pro in Grand Slam.

Soon after clearing his mind, Hanwoojin grumbled toward the coat across from where the news was broken.

“What are you so dazed about? ”

I'm so excited, I can't keep up with my rhythm. As Jonas glances at the stunned previous Return Ace, his leaning lips spit out a sparkling voice.

“Next.”

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