6 Chapter 30.3 - Step by step # 3

Would it feel like this if we reproduced the world in slow motion?

Han Woo-jin was watching the bounds of the ball hit in front of his eyes in a slow time. The ball hit the floor, distorted the shape and soared upwards as it returned to its original shape.

Slowly move your body as if you were in the water. The arm with the racket cuts the soft texture of the air and creates a neat curve. It was almost simultaneous that the ball hit the racket and Hanwoojin regained his original sense.

Paang!

A cool ball rang out. The sound of the ball hit the sweet spot. The cheerful noise returned Hanwoojin's slow consciousness.

'The ball is?'

He looked unconsciously and threw his eyes at the ball he struck. He could not guess the trajectory of the ball returned even though he hit. It wasn't a calculation, but 100% sensation, so it was a ball that was uneasy.

But it was a meaningless concern.

"Thirty Fifteen (30: 15)!"

The return ball, flying in the perfect parabola, beat the sideline. So far, I did not show a true return, Kim Hyun-cheol was not even responding, but was staring in vain.

Only after the referee declared Han Woo-jin's point did the two players start moving again. But the move was very different from that just before.

'I can hit you now!'

Han Woo-jin laughed wildly and waited for Kim Hyun-chul's serve. A ball that could not be hit came into range.

Only then did he realize he didn't have to insist on playing. The 61 agility he gained through system rewards sharpened his senses. Even Kim Hyun-chul's bizarre gap can be caught.

Finally he realized. The keen sense of sense that is felt right now is the privilege of geniuses. Those who had been blooming since birth were using this sense in the realm of unconsciousness.

"So you can't be your opponent."

There is no need to learn. The body runs for the right answer at will. Genius is the crystal of irrationality. It takes a few steps, or a few wheels, over those who started with nothing. Even this sense is only part of it.

Han Woo-jin abandoned his thoughts and focused more on the senses. There was no guarantee that this strange concentration would continue. Then win within the time your senses remain. That was his conclusion.

Paang!

The ball still flew with a strange rhythm. Kim's peculiar pitch is hard to pick up because he didn't hit the ball, because the start and the end of the serve were off the clock.

Kim Hyun-cheol was a player with no tips. Although he was ranked fifth in the domestic rankings with his natural skills and physical ability, it was hard to see more than that. For a while, the score of whistle against Hanwoojin was only for his counterpart to Hanwoojin's style.

It was fatally bad.

And now that last resort is lost, the balance of the game has begun to collapse.

Paang!

"Thirty All (30: 30)!"

After the wrapping paper was removed, Kim's original skills were revealed. Han Woo-jin could understand his status window, which he had not seen before. Kim Hyun-chul was a player who made me realize that traits and functions are separate.

[Kim Hyun Cheol]

Strength 60 / Stamina 57 / Agility 53

HP 1740/2280 SP 480/480

Forehand: 8/20

Backhand: 6/20

Serve: 8/20

Volley: 6/20

Smash: 7/20

Dropshot: 7/20

Lob: 6/20

Special Skills: None

Hanwoojin has seen a lot of players in the eyes of the stats were insignificant. Stat was slightly above average, but the critical agility wasn't very high. Muscle strength 60 also obviously caught up as a result of its large size.

The skill level was terrible enough. It was nothing compared to the Mets Open, which was the ATP250. Among the players Hanwoojin faced, the total skill level did not exceed 50. The technical side was inferior.

Kim Hyun-chul's serve, which is no different from other ordinary serve, was forced to get a hitting foot ace. Pure differences of skill because they were hidden because of the Sangsang.

phut!

"Thirty Forty (30: 40)!"

Once and then again.

Return ace two times in a row. So 11 games fell into Hanwoojin's hands. The score was 6-5. Because of the deuce, I had to win one more game, but Hanwoojin was not worried anymore.

If not, the sub game was all he won. It was no exaggeration to say that the game was decided, as long as the opponent's last weapon was broken.

Han Woo-jin watched Serve fly with his face back. It was no threat at all.

"Game Ujin Han!"

"Set won by Ujin Han, 7-5!"

Han Woo-jin, who won the deuce easily, remained in shape with a brief break between sets.

Maintaining his sharp sense and concentration, he drove Kim Hyun-chul, who lost his only weapon to eat.

The second set flowed into a unilateral composition unlike the first set. When the superiority of Sangsang disappeared, the game turned into pure skill.

And the superior side was decided.

Han Woo-jin's one-sided advantage was leading the stats from the skill.

The two sets ended too vaguely compared to the first set, which was dragged for nearly an hour. In just 23 minutes, the victory was clearly split.

Score 6-0.

Han Woo-jin's victory.

There were many alarms. The number was not so large. A bit of a struggle in the first set seemed to be poorly evaluated.

[Great play! Experience gained in return for winning the Challenger League.]

[Extremely focused. Increased Agility by 1/2.]

'uh?'

Han Woo-jin was surprised by the first notification he saw without shaking hands with Kim Hyun-chul. The reward message of the system was standardized, so he once remembered it. Increasing Agility 1, it's never seen a mark like 1/2.

Now I could not afford to think about him. Kim Hyun-chul had been talking as if he was surprised by his sudden change of expression.

"What's up? Suddenly my face… "

"Oh no. I suddenly remembered what I forgot. "

It's a poor excuse, but what else would you say? Kim Hyuncheol nodded his hands firmly held. He hesitated for a moment without turning his back. There seemed to be something to say.

In the end, Kim Hyun-cheol quit his hesitation and opened his mouth.

"I actually expected a lot today. Your opponent is the Hanwoojin player… If I win, will I be the person I'm looking forward to like Han Woo-jin? "

"Well… "

Han Woo-jin had no words to answer. However, it was true that Choi was expected to inherit the next generation of Korean tennis. It was no wonder that other players were jealous of such special handling.

But Kim Hyun-cheol asserted, spreading the face was a bit depressed.

"As you stick, I see. You should be Han Woo-jin. I can't beat Kim Hyung-soo. "

Kim was not just the first place. He was the only player to announce his name in the backcountry of tennis. It was an idol that everyone longed for, as well as an object of jealousy.

Kim Hyun-chul, of course, did not think that he could beat Kim. There was no meeting in the competition. It was only the fact that the juniors competed with him first. So I wanted to test. Hanwoojin really wants to

Whether it suits you.

And could understand.

"I support you. Please press that brother's sassy once. "

"This is getting heavier."

Han Woo-jin responded with a mischief. It was mysterious to have someone put their expectations on him. From someone who is neither family nor relative.

He stopped at the back of Kim Hyun-chul's back.

"Ah."

As a result, tomorrow was the day when families came to see the convention.

* * *

"Family is coming?"

While returning to the Squad Building, Shin Se-yeon received a horse next to Han Woo-jin. On the day of the quarterfinals, his family was on holiday, so he came to see.

"Yes, I'm nervous because this is the first time."

Han Woo-jin made a sad face by scratching his back. In the past decade as well as in the family, no family has come to watch their games. He used to tell him not to come, and now he's going to a long distance

It wasn't an environment to come to see.

I didn't want to be ashamed. Anyone will. My dear parents, I couldn't stretch out in front of my sister, who was chasing when he was young. The shame and humiliation of the last decade have brought one hand to it.

Han Woo-jin asked, looking at the team building that was just beginning to catch his eye.

"Can you tell me about the quarterfinals?"

Shin Se-yeon's research capabilities were awesome compared to anyone else. The video of the regional competition in foreign countries was not sensitive to what the number was bringing. As she left her as an agent, she naturally relied on this.

Not surprisingly, she immediately opened her mouth and lived up to her expectations.

"It's quite powerful. World-ranked 138th place Oscar Anton from Sweden. In the Seoul Open, the highest ranking except for Kim Hyung-soo. I'm also the player I wanted to stick with Kim Hyung-hyun. "

"138."

Clearly it was amazing. The only ranker who surpassed him in Korea was Kim.

However, Han Woo-jin met several people who surpassed Oscar as well as Kim. I even competed with one of them.

Leonard Sweet.

Andrew Murray.

The figure of a black man who is over 190cm tall with tight muscles is thrilling. Andrew's ball, which would later be called the Big Four, was still unacceptable.

Hanwoojin, who was engraved on their mind, was not a big threat to 138th place. And it was a kind of confidence. The final goal of this competition is Kim Hyung. Currently ranked 88th in the world, Korea's strongest. My heart is also badly damn bad

Oscar is not a big concern.

As the two men walked open the door of the team as they talked about each other, a former coach who was sitting on a nearby couch got up. As he watched Hanwoojin, he drifted to the hostel.

"Woojin, you are the guest."

"You?"

There's no one to come.

Hanwoojin blinked only because he didn't know who came to the squad to see him.

The former director she knew was not an outrageous figure unless it was outside work.

That meant that it was outside work. Almost as she expected, the award said.

"Family came, so I took you to your room. Go ahead and say hello. "

"People? Are you both? "

"There's a kid here? Did you have a brother? "

This time Hanwoojin's face turned black.