On the morning of the round of 16, Han Woo-jin left the team in perfect condition. The venue of the Seoul Open and the NK Corps Building were so close that there was no need to drive ahead or find a hostel nearby.
He was full of strength and his face seemed to be declining somewhere. Hanwoojin sighed while watching Shin Se-yeon sitting next to him.
'I'm sure you've got everything ready… . '
She never said anything. I could tell by looking at the thorough work attitude, but yesterday I stayed one more drink.
What he did with a great deal of heart, she solved it by inputting the materials she had prepared. Not only the video of the contest but also the profile of the relevant people were fully equipped. Eventually, Han Woo-jin crawled into the hell gate he had asked for.
Hanwoojin had to sit in front of his laptop for more than four hours after that and memorize the contest video and profile file. Kim Hyung-gi's enormous goal came close to his eyes.
The two were now sitting side by side in the audience. There was still some time left until the game started.
"Woojin, do you need this?"
Shin Se-yeon came out with an ice pack. There wasn't much hurt, but it was because Hanwoojin's eyelids were slightly swollen yesterday.
"… Thank you."
There was no word for sickness or medicine. Of course, in this case he was voluntary. Han Woo-jin received an ice pack and rubbed his eyes. The chilly chill cooled the snow.
Rubbing his eyes, Hanwoojin did not stop thinking. Yesterday, the data that was pushed into my head over the past day was constantly hovering around. There was also data on the players who will be playing on the court today.
Edward Phillips, ranked 272th in the world. Dutch. He is 187cm tall and weighs 80kg. Left-handed. The craftsman who specializes in the backhand. '
Han Woo-jin, who rubbed his face with an ice pack and screamed his opponent's profile, didn't look normal. Because of his motivated motivation, Shin Se-yeon, who was excited to memorize his profile, was embarrassed.
Fortunately, however, the status of Hanwoojin was not bad. Rather, it was better to say best. It was close to concentration, physical strength, and in every way. The sharper sense of forgiveness than the sword would reveal its sharpness the moment you hold the racket.
"Uh, both came quickly. Woojin is surprisingly happy with time promises. What's the status of this? "
Recognizing the two from a distance, the director approached and swallowed a horse with a happy face. Hanwoojin murmured the sound of hearing the ice pack in the snowballs. Shin Se-yeon laughed bitterly and swept back the head.
"I have something to do."
"What would happen if something happened? … Anyway, I'd better not touch it, that's it. "
Despite his bizarre appearance, he never missed a key point. I noticed that Hanwoojin is doing a great deal of concentration right now.
If it's a long time ago, even if the ceremony approached a close distance, wouldn't it be a single finger to wake up?
The two quietly shut up. Han Woo-jin didn't know that and kept rubbing her lips. The ice pack on my eyes melted and I could not feel the water flowing. So it was quick to pass time.
The turn came soon. Han Woo Jin's match was the sixth.
He climbed onto the court while maintaining extreme concentration. Grasping the racket at an angle, and the heavy sunk eyes informed Hanwoojin that she was in perfect condition.
"Ujin Han on My Right! Edward Philips on My Left! "
The referee bounced the coin immediately and decided to serve. Today, luck has also passed the sub-volume whether he follows Hanwoojin. He grabbed the ball thrown from the outside and checked his grip. The ball pressed against the hard finger distorted the shape.
'Good.'
Both physical and mental strength was the best. Today Hanwoojin was the strongest in his life as a tennis player. Confidence seemed to be able to deal with Leonard, who had been terribly defeated at the Mets Open.
Of course, against Leonard class could not guarantee victory. Can you play a good game to the last? Leonard was a strong man who couldn't win even now. Edward Phillips was different.
"No big deal."
He mumbled in a small voice. Han Woo-jin was able to figure out his ability more accurately than Edward himself through the status window.
[Edward Phillips]
Strength 60 / Stamina 59 / Agility 56
HP 2230/2360 SP 600/600
Forehand: 7/20
Backhand: 9/20
Serve: 7/20
Volley: 9/20
Smash: 7/20
Dropshot: 9/20
Lob: 10/20
Special Skills: None
It was a profile according to the profile. Moderate physical ability, skill level focused on the backhand. Rather than powerful attacks such as serve or smash, the trick was to use points and drops to get points.
Sangsang was not bad. Rather good side. What is the advantage of the rounder? If there is a technique, if there is a technique, if there is a force to cope. Reaching an overwhelming level
If you don't, the rounder can dominate all types.
"Love All (0: 0)! Ujin Han Serving Play! "
The start declaration fell.
He glanced across the net and tossed the ball. Opponent Edward was taller than Hanwoojin. It meant that the coat could be used as narrowly as possible, and that it was difficult to stab the hunch with a half-strength ability.
So Jang Gi gives up.
Han Woo-jin freed his immense strength through steady training and system rewards.
Paang!
There was a scary sound. The sound of the wind, the rupture of the racket's mesh and the ball burst. All of that was beyond the reach of a 170cm Asian athlete. Anyone other than Hanwoojin could not hit the ball.
'Power of 61 strength.'
Han Woo-jin can evaluate the stats roughly by reading the status window of various players.
50 was the average at the player level, and 55 was quite good among the players. And since 60 it was a realm of talent. Except for stamina, it is hard for a person who is not born to reach
Chi.
"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"
The number on the speed gun was 197 km / h. Far from being on the big side, Han Woo-jin, who was on the smaller side, was not a restraint. Edward also corrected his startled stance. The fastball was a ball that was hard to respond even if you closed your mind.
It was not enough speed to get used to the phrase. Han Woo-jin hit the ball again. It was before Edward calmed his surprised heart.
"Game Ujin Han!"
All the service ace. Edward crumpled his face, unable to respond to a single shot. No matter how great the opponent's serve was, his chase was not covered. It was a lot of pride because he was beaten by an unnamed player in Korea.
Edward tossed the ball as high as he would return. Some of the players were tall enough that the racket would not reach, but he was in range. The lower the sub is, the more dangerous the angle. Bound as well as speed
It is to accelerate.
Paang!
It was a swing like a dunk. Although he had less strength than Hanwoojin, the overwhelming height and arm length serve was threatening enough.
And in front of the threatening serve Hanwoojin did not move. Anyway, the first phrase was going to flow. It was to observe and read Edward's stroke timing and preparation operation.
"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"
Han Woo-jin, who saw the bouncing ball, narrowed her eyes. Still incomplete There is not enough data. You'll have to look at least twice more to get a perfect response. But the body was trying to move. I was telling you to return from the next serve.
'why?'
He looked inside himself. I wondered what kind of emotion led the racket to be sober. And it was not difficult to see. Kim Hyung-break breaks his opponent's serve twice. Hanwoojin wants to jump over him in this form
Controversy was in place.
It was an urge to ignore it as usual. But this time, I decided to leave the urge.
'You can't get over it just by following it.'
The moment Hanwoojin took a step, Edward beat the ball. Still high altitude Hanwoojin couldn't easily catch a ball with a relatively large height difference. Since it is almost vertically mounted, the secondary speed was not a joke.
It's too late to respond. Predict thoroughly. Don't miss a moment of falling. Even afterimage of the ball is used as an indicator of prediction. Han Woo-jin's head and body fully predicted Edward's serve.
The trajectory of the translucent ball came up like a mirage in front of Hanwoojin. He could know it unconsciously. This is how Edward's serve passes.
The only thing left to hit is now.
phut!
"Fifteen All (15: 15)!"
A reflexive racquet hit the ball. It was an incredibly clean return. The voice of the referee declaring the score awakened two people who had hardened their body.
'Good, it's a day to be.'
Everyone has such a day. It's a day where everything goes well and things get easier. Today was the day for Hanwoojin. The extreme concentration and stamina boasting a stamina had a synergistic effect.
Gi was seen. I was also aiming for a perfect score. Challenger League, it will also be obtained when the perfect score against the players in their rankings. Hanwoojin, which grows on the basis of economic performance in each game, had no choice but to lose.
Grab the racket and lower your posture.
Like a tiger for prey, the shape of the eyes leaked out between Hanwoojin's sagging hair.
* * *
"How do you look?"
As always, it's a muddy voice.
Kim Hyung, who finished the round of 16 with an overwhelming score, thought that way when he saw a middle-aged man talking to him. It's been five years since I've known, but it's hard to get used to.
He looked down and answered. On the court was thoroughly swung at the pace of Hanwoojin.
"I'm stronger than me at that age. It's a good balance, and if it's not the end of it, you can climb high. "
Kim said frankly. Han Woo-jin's capabilities surpassed him at the age of twenty-three.
Unless there were variables like the top rankers, there were no players in Korea's Futures and Challenger to face Hanwoojin. If you accumulate points such as Yoon Kyung-soo, you will not be difficult to maintain the top 100.
But not so. If you stop here, you won't see it all your life. Former managers, chairman Cho and Kim Hyung-hyung weren't such frivolous players.
"Then is it really dangerous? Wouldn't it be hard to go to the Tokyo Open if you won here? "
"You knew it."
He laughed bitterly. The award ceremony knew and spoke. I was jokingly speaking, but my eyes didn't shake. Han Woo-jin and his odds were weighing. Kim Hyung laughed and opened her mouth decisively.
"Obviously one day, that junior will overtake me. … But that's not now. I don't think I'm going to fall this much.
Junior is junior, he is. An immature junior still has to get caught in ankles, so I can't stand as a senior. This year's Tokyo Open was the event Kim Hyung prepared for. It was to remove the bridle of the Korean players who are hard to name anywhere. His ability to get lost in these Challenger leagues also began.
Kim looked around and watched the composition of the game become clearer. There was no reason to stay anymore. He began to move with a brief greeting to the former director.
"First, let's go."
"Draw, go and fall asleep."
He shed his harsh greetings and left the convention.
Kim Hyung, who walked for a long time after the convention, suddenly swung and leaned on the power pole standing nearby.
"Hou… Was it too hard? "
The schedule continued on after a day or two. As a result, muscle fatigue was not a joke. This is why he struggled to finish the game as soon as possible. I noticed that my palm was shaking.
"Not yet."
Clenched fist. Forced tremors squeezed and the forearm exerted a scream. Kim Hyung sighed a little sigh and stood up again.
After the Seoul Open, you will have a five-day break. Even so much time can be restored to a degree that will not interfere with the game. This was the highest risk of Kim's season schedule.
'I can't lose it yet.'
Two talented people who take over his baton and aim at the world. One of them was aiming at him. The win and the challenge were not too happy. The Seoul Open, however, couldn't afford losing.
"I win."
The lion is a lion, even if hurt. The eyes gleamed wildly, and the best tennis player in Korea urged his steps.