God of Tennis

Paoaoaoaoang!

The stinger, which was hit with a full heart, was no different from the missile by the door itself. A moment later, the racket comes to bear immense power and squeaks from Hanwoojin's clutches. The sole of the shoe that took a step forward was also lacking in awkward grass and even partially cut off the ground.

It couldn't be more spectacular for Han Woo-jin's body to rotate like a puddle in the mid 70kg.

At the same time, the ball went from his fingertips to the terrifying thrust, and by the time he reached the net, Fernando finally surpassed his pupils of vision. Speed that can overwhelm even the sixth highest reflex in the world ranking! That was the level of Stinger that Han Woo-jin was beating with all his might.

"Clothes... Don't!" ’

But Fernando's feet twist the grass and bounce his sturdy body forward. I saw the ball and it was not important at all. Only the pride of not being able to defeat him is filling Fernando's insides. I didn't come all this way just to get beaten up in the semi-finals.

And even though the ball disappeared from sight, there were all kinds of ways to cope.

Fernando's eyes flutter dizzily from front to back. Although Hanwoojin's confinement surpassed his pupillary vision, his velocity could not have remained from beginning to end. Once the thrust is finite, the restraint of the sub is gradually falling.

On the other hand, Fernando's eyes, which had pushed his front foot into the service coat, saw the ball just beginning to descend.

There he is!

No matter how thick Fernando's bones are, there's no room for posture or posture. It was a sudden mission to give up the net somehow. He stoops close to leaning forward, and he swings the racket he's been holding for almost 20 years with instinct.

Just then, Fernando Garcia looked at the unbelievable sights.

The ball was barely able to reach the tip of the racket. I twisted my body like a mule.

The green ball protrudes out of the grass, plunging into the air, leaving only a blurry vision. Surrounding Fernando's flank, the ball twists its head into the corner of his coat, drawing a strangely twisted parabola.

With the movement of the two players, all the sounds of Wimbledon Stadium were fading.

“… Game Set! Match won by Ujin Han! ”

However, the voice of the judgment, which seemed to be shouting, broke the silence of the arena. Whether the last battle between the two players was so stimulating, the face of the referee calling for the end of the match was red with water. The audience who got up from their seats and began to cheer, too, had a red complexion. Hanwoojin's name resonated in the excitedly unified stadium.

Testing Han! Testing Han!

There was a reason for this kind of response. Similarly, the two commentators did not forget their duties, even though they were overwhelmed by excitement. The voice of Park Sungjin, who had a tone of voice, flowed through the brown tube.

After four sets of matches, our Hanwoojin player will finally enter the final! Who knew? I hope a young man who started without a name in Korea will come to this place today. And who would believe it! Wimbledon's victory, which he put in his mouth a few months ago!

Can you hear the crowd in the stadium chanting the name of the player in the crowd with a lot of cheer? British audiences are always cheering for the advent of a powerful Underdog, handing out winning cups to foreign players!

If a player like Jokovich and Radar had taken his place instead of Han Woo-jin, he would not have been able to elicit this cheer.

Wimbledon was Britain's historic tennis tournament, but there have been no British winners since 1936. Again, the audience who were looking to give the cup to Pedro or Radar was also satisfied with the sudden act of Hanwoojin.

In addition, at this moment, Han Woo-jin completely cast off the shadow of Choi Yeon-hee that was inside him. It was time to face the wall of an emperor whose name had never been overcome. It was not unlikely that he would make it to the semi-finals this afternoon. Honestly, Han Woo-jin had a hard time winning his victory.

Hanwoojin looks up from the other side and sees Fernando approaching with a stiff face. He was a man who had the same goal and survived this competition. Even if he had been defeated, I couldn't help but respect him.

“ ……. ”

The two men who faced each other over a sheet of net held each other's hands tightly. I didn't need a horse, my trembling grip, my pupils, and my clumsy grip were replacing me with a hundred words even after I finished a violent match.

How long has it been? Fernando leaves his coat on a strenuous gait, leaving his grip. His distant back, which he was overcome by, poured out a small number of gnats.

‘Well done.'

The head does not bow. The winner should not drop his head lightly. So Han Woo-jin closed his eyes instead. It was the same courtesy that I expressed to my senior who showed me admirable play as a love pro.

If you live in a coat where the net and lines exist, you will meet again someday.

Somewhere cool, Han Woo-jin clapped his hands behind his back.

After finishing a match a little over two o'clock, Han Woo-jin returned to the lodge through the flash baptism of reporters that had been spilled to an unprecedented extent. It wasn't just because you bothered to deal with them. Due to tomorrow's scheduled finals, he needed to be in the best shape possible. How much less if it's Roger Pedro or Nafael Radar.

Moreover, Fernando's semi-finals have resulted in greater physical and mental strength consumption than any previous match. After finishing a simple diet, Han Woo-jin fell into a deep gut as soon as he lay down on the bed. I wonder if the sheets would even feel like swamps sucking him out.

However, Hanwoojin's sleep was deep, but not very long. After about five hours of sleep, he opened his eyes again after the sun had set outside his window. As soon as I got up, the clock pointed to 9 p.m. one day.

‘... It will be settled by now. ’

He pulls his leg out of the bed and rolls his head while he sleeps. Suddenly, the fog lifts up in a dazed blur.

At least three o'clock, Pedro and Radar's 4th war would be over. Even though the battle between the Emperor and the Shui battle was difficult, it was only a matter of six hours before the decision was reached.

Even if it had not been decided so far, there was nothing bad for Han Woojin. That would mean a tremendous amount of expenditure for the two of you to face in the final.

Hanwoojin, who drowsed out completely by lightly washing, picked up the phone next to the bed. It was to ask Shin Se-yeon about the outcome of the game.

The beep rang a few times and faded. Soon, a familiar voice came back from beyond the phone.

[Oh, Ms. Woojin? Are you awake?]

“Just now. Where are you, Se-yeon? You're not still at the stadium? ”

Somehow, there was a loud noise coming from beyond the phone, and he asked me, in case you were wondering. However, it was true what they said about catching people.

[That's right. The game just ended. I'm almost back.]

The sound of her voice gives me a deep feeling of fatigue, unlike her. I have watched the next match for six hours straight after watching Han Woo-jin's match. As long as my body was not made of steel, I felt fatigued.

Han Woo-jin, who was unable to rush the answer, kept his mouth shut. But he couldn't have missed the intention of calling. She showed me the results of the second round of the 4th Precinct without prejudice.

[Setscore 32, winner Roger Pedro.]

This is how it turned out. Han Woo-jin accepted Shin Se-yeon's message with a fair face. I knew it would happen like this for some reason. His existence may have supported him stronger, but not enough to cross the walls of the Emperor. It was rather amazing to waste six hours.

But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know the role of a friend who would find a friend to fill his/her lacking determination, and who would stand in front of an enemy that was hard to keep, even during the year.

“How was... Napa? ”

[That was amazing.]

Shin Se-yeon insisted without hesitation. Nafael Radal said it was great, and her voice was moved by what she said before the game.

[I fell, but I didn't give up, and I didn't stop for five sets. Pedro hitting the ball in his place was giving him a hard time breathing.]

“You did?”

[Yes, all five sets of intense battles continued. Just the tie breaks three times. The longest of them all ended at 17 points.]

I can't believe you've pulled three blood drying tybreaks on a sheep once and that was 17 points. It was obvious to me how intense the match was between the two lovers just hearing the flow of the score.

I wonder what happened to Radar's face after such a fierce match. Han Woo-jin felt heartbroken for no reason.

‘He doesn't like to lose that much. ’

I thought I'd make a phone call. Quitting soon. The defeat is certainly painful, but Radar is not an unbearable fighter. Second in the world ranking, the weight of the crown cannot be sustained by its unassuming talent or effort. Radar's menthol, considered to be the only strong man like the Emperor, has never been vulnerable.

Then there was only one role left for him.

‘Take down the Emperor. ’

Being named after Roger Pedro, the greatest tennis player in history. It is not only Han Woojin, but also the biggest goal for any tennis player to hit a ball in the professional world. Before returning to the past, not only did I dare to speak, but what I never dreamed of came to me.

Okuda smiled that she was chasing him.

Choi Yeon-hyeok who advised me to catch up with you soon.

Fernando left behind an endless sense of security.

Ladal holds the racket crushed with a furious face.

He cries out for victory in the palm of his hand, densely carved with calluses. Hanwoojin told me not to make their defeat meaningless.

“... Yes, tomorrow. ”

The battle is near.

Looking out the window at the sparkling night of London. Hanwoojin firmly gripped his two fists.

* * *

Does the sky regret the closure of the fierce side system?

On the dawn of the final of the Wimbledon, there was a rain of showers.

It didn't rain very much or last very long. The moisture in the lawn needed a separate time to dry. Accordingly, two players' agents were contacted rapidly about the delay in the finals' times.

“3: 00 p.m.? ”

“Yes.”

After the moisture had dried up, it was determined that the game could proceed normally. Hanwoojin, who had been awake since theoretical morning, sat down with his face numb.

“Almost seven hours left. I didn't think I'd have this much time... ”

At the start of a match, the fighting position of the players is usually completed within an hour or so. It awakens the senses of the body that have recovered as much as possible through resting, and raises the spirit by raising their determination. By the time you get on your coat, you will already be a human tennis machine.

How can you put a candle like this? Han Woo-jin sighed deeply in a feeling of emptiness. You turn your outfit upside down as if boiling determination had poured cold water into the void.

However, Shin Se-yeon was clearly looking at Han Woo-jin's face with a face of good fortune.

Soon after, the phone began to cry in Shin Se-yeon's pocket. Then she quickly opens the folder as if she was waiting.

“Yes, this is Agent Shin Se-yeon. ”

Han Woo-jin stared at me, wondering whose phone it was. She turns her head as if she has no intention of answering.

“Oh, yes. Right now? I understand.”

And then he hangs up.

Then Shin Se-yeon smiled at Han Woo-jin, staring at her dazed, and grabbed his hand, leaning against the chair.

“Woojin, go downstairs. ”

“Yes? Where are you going? ”

In his natural question, she replied.

“You have a visitor. ”