2 Chapter 29.1 - Korea's No. 1 Kim Hyeong # 1
"Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot from my bishop. "
Kim Hyun-hyung has reached out with a smile. A slightly sprouting beard made his impression of a mild look a bit rough. Han Woo-jin hesitated for a while and held hands. It was incredible that the man in front of him was Kim. 10 years ago
Since I knew the name and was looking for a game.
"… I'm Hanwoojin. "
I tried to say anything, so I was choked. impression? Regret? Because of the indefinable feelings, I was cut off by a short introduction. It seems that the ceremony seemed to be non-adherent as usual. He stabbed Han Woo-jin's side with his elbow.
"Hey, are you free to come now?"
"Director… "
It was a time when Han Woo-jin was embarrassed by his sudden appearance in conversation. One bombshell dropped toward Kim, who was watching such a ceremony.
"Hey form, do you have to relax this tournament?"
"Why do you?"
With his eyes wide open, the former coach returned a satisfactory reaction. But in the next few words, I was really surprised.
"He's gonna beat you. If you get caught by your juniors and fall asleep, you're embarrassed. "
"Go, bishop!"
"… Hoo. "
Kim looked at Hanwoojin with an expression of unknown meaning. It didn't look angry. At least it wasn't as if it had scratched the nerves of a cheeky junior.
Rather, he even admired my heart. Who was the player who challenged him after reaching the top in the domestic rankings and peaking in Korean tennis? Hanwoojin could not see a single person before.
"You're looking forward to it."
"Is not it?"
Han Woo-jin didn't know the English language and looked around, but Sang Sang-sik and Kim Hyung shared only a sympathy with each other. The former director who had worked in the war squad had known Kim Hyung for a long time. Concerns about the Korean tennis industry stagnating
I was trying to share.
Did the former manager look forward to it? Then Kim could infer only one thing. It meant that he found qualities that could break the walls of the world.
Kim Hyung-sook, who summed up his thoughts, threw words of playfulness to his juniors with a cheerful feeling.
"Where do you live because you are scared of juniors? Please be gentle on the court. "
"I'm begging you too."
After facing each other in a hurry, the former coach who was watching the side laughed. The guy who was stiff like the old man showed up like that and was fresh. I thought it was awkward for seniors and juniors, but Kim Hyung-yeon is like a child who met Santa.
It was.
'No, is it different?'
It was not a face that looked like a senior. It was as if he met a man who had been admiring since he was young. But the former director knew that. Nobody could know Hanwoojin's situation.
The three went back to the conference, talking about a little topic. Han Woo-jin had no reason to join the waiting room because the match was taken by default today. The three broke up in the hallway and entered Kim's waiting room.
On his way back to the audience, Sang Sik talked to him with a stupid face.
"Ujin, did you know the form?"
"Who doesn't know Kim?"
"끙… "
I heard that too. However, there was a gap between perception and Hanwoojin that could not be narrowed. It was the top of Korea, who looked up as a mid-sized athlete, the cumulative amount of emotion accumulated over 10 years.
One with unanswered questions, the other with the sentiment of meeting his admirer.
The two returned to the audience.
* * *
Around 10 am, the opening of the Seoul Open began with a light greeting from the host. Unidentified foreign players and some Korean players were sitting in the waiting room, touching their rackets and cleaning up their condition.
The warm summer sunshine plunged the audience seats, but the seats of the three people were exquisitely shadowed. But it's the same hot. Stealing sweat from his forehead, Shin Se-yeon looked down at the court where his first game had just begun.
"This Seoul Open has a high level of players."
"Well, yes."
At the end of Shin Se-yeon, Sang-sang nodded his head. Usually, the Korean Challenger League rarely participated in the top ranking players. Will there be at least one or two players at the top of the list? That was enough.
But this time it was a little different. There are a total of 5 players in the top 100 rankings, and the rest of the 200 seeded players are also in the rankings. Starting in the 32nd round, unlike other times, a rally is expected.
"… Seyeon, what's the game for Kim Hyung? "
"Wait."
She pulled out a draw and found Kim's name. Seed numbers were so advanced that it didn't take long to find them. Shin Se-yeon told the order by pointing out the name with a thin finger.
"It's second. Sidra Grunge Placement is in front. "
"Next game… "
Han Woo-jin did not even have a game, but he grabbed his hand while sneaking on the racket he had brought. I was excited to see how much Kim's status window would be.
Wimbledon was born as a prince, Choi Yeon-hyuk until the appearance of the figure was the unchanging Korea's strongest. Kim Hyung-hyun was the player who aroused Korean tennis, which had no world ranker. Could not have been expected.
Due to that expectation, the first game felt only slow. The sub and marvelous strokes of lightly over 180 mph did not attract his eyes. That is what human mind is. Pay attention to what's behind you in front
Will not be.
"Match won by Gunho Lee! 6-4, 7-5! "
It was a fluent English pronunciation.
Foreign women were raising their voices in the referee's seat. Half-counted white hair was an impressive figure of his own. Han Woo-jin asked to look back. Agents know more clearly than players
It was a story.
"Judge, you're from the association?"
"Maybe it is. When Seoul opens "
"Probably what, of course. It's one of the biggest competitions in this craziest country. "
The former director intervened in the conversation with a sad voice. He was making a bad look. It was not a malice against a foreign referee. Han Woo-jin felt like he knew what kind of complaint he had.
"What's the biggest competition?"
"okay!"
He replied roughly, chewing gums. There was no ATP tour in Korea. As a result, the Challenger League became the largest competition, and the Busan Open and Seoul Open were the largest.
The ceremony was compelled to complain. No matter how barren, is it the biggest challenger? I didn't know what it means for the Korean Tennis Association, which doesn't attract any ATP tours.
"Do you think Korean players are ignored abroad? All of Asia, but Korea adds up! It's sad because there's no name, but they don't know which land masses Korea is in. "
"… right."
I felt it at the Mets open. When the name of Korea is introduced, a questionable voice hoveres among the crowd. It is not yet if South Korea has surpassed the developed world by the economic growth. And three tennis
In the world, Korea was hard to reach the level of developing countries.
"The form is still doing well, but he's thirty now. It's hard for me to look above. "
His sighing voice was exhausted. How many years have you tried to change the country in which you have given up your life? Even Kim Hyung, who was the only hope, wandered to find a new light in the era of heyday.
And found two people.
"… Did you say it's lower?
"Yeah."
The voice weakened by vomiting. Han Woo-jin replied with all his strength. What I expect now is not good grades. It was a proof of talent that would change the perception of Korean tennis beyond the giant named Kim Hyung.
The ceremony lifted up his head. His gleaming eyes realized that he still did not give up. A bleak voice came out.
"Show me. You can take his place. No, I can go beyond that. "
"Okay."
Shin Se-yeon was quietly swallowing words while the conversation between men was heavy. Although he was a worker in the same sport, he could not follow the depths of the two. It was a sense of distance between the men and women and the positions of the players and agents.
Still, she found a moment to talk. It was because the players who played the next game appeared to be on the court. American player named Jose. And,
"Kim Hyung-soo."
In response to Shin Se-yeon's voice, the two men turned almost simultaneously. For Han Woo-jin and Jeon Sang-sik, Kim was a meaningful name. As before, he had a grin and talked hard. Before the battle
It was a professional face.
'Let's see you.'
Han Woo-jin reached out with a racket next to him. Now was the best time. Just before the start of the match, the best time to compare the two players' abilities.
As Racket's rubber grip filled his hands, a myriad of letters and numbers came to his mind.
[Kim form]
Strength 58 / Stamina 61 / Agility 59
HP 1820/2440 SP 750/750
Forehand: 13/20
Backhand: 11/20
Serve: 11/20
Volley: 10/20
Smash: 10/20
Dropshot: 12/20
Lob: 10/20
Special Skills: ??? (???)
Isaac Jose
Strength 65 / Stamina 60 / Agility 56
HP 2150/2400 SP 610/610
Forehand: 12/20
Backhand: 7/20
Serve: 11/20
Volley: 7/20
Smash: 11/20
Dropshot: 7/20
Lob: 6/20
Special Skills: None
It was because they were adjacent to each other. Han Woo-jin first looked at Kim's stats and was puzzled by lower-than-expected figures, and admired by seeing a perfectly balanced skill level.
Thorough balance type… All but one sub is higher than me. '
And it went straight to Jose's stats. He was a white man with a thick forearm and had very high strength. However, compared to muscle strength a little more agile side. Han Woo-jin once met a player with this ability.
He was the owner of a stat similar to Robert Fabian, who faced the Mets Opener in the first qualifying round.
"You have one strength."
Jeon Sang-sik took a look at Jose's appearance and grasped the player's characteristics. It wasn't as precise an analysis as the status bar, but anyone knew it was a player with exceptional strength. It was regrettable that the arm holding the racket wriggled.
The two bounced the coin with the referee in between, and the Sub right returned to Jose. The two greeted in short English and returned to the end of their courts. Only then did the judgment stand up and proclaim in a loud voice.
"Hyungtae Kim on My Right! Isaac Jose on My Left! Jose to Serve! "
After a brief pause, she swung her arm from side to side with an unfit force.
"Love All (0: 0)! Play! "
It was a declaration of beginning.
