10 Chapter 32.1 - Underworld # 1

[Overwhelming play! Experience gained in return for winning the Challenger League semi-finals.]

[correction. Top achievements in the Challenger League. Rewards are slightly reduced.]

[I won all sub games against the top ranker. The experience of the sub skill is greatly increased.]

'There is nothing up. I didn't expect much. '

Hanwoojin calmed down and checked the status window. There were no stats or skills. The finals seemed to have to be played with the current stats.

Experience was able to gain experience, but there was a risk of losing strength just as there was a game the next day.

"… Good Game, Mr. Han. "

Han Woo-jin, who had been thinking about something for a while, was embarrassed to see Oscar. He was even reaching out to shake hands. There was no rude attitude that showed up early.

"You, too."

He responded briefly and held Oscar's hand. His hands were full of calluses. Oscar did not say any more. He turned his back to go down the court in silence.

Although his first impressions were not good, the sure-looking beauty revived the crowd's fading applause. Pairs of dry palms echoed Oscar's back.

'I was a good player.'

Hanwoojin, who overwhelmingly won, was not something to say. Oscar Anton was a deserving player. It was just that your opponent was too bad. If he watched and studied not only Kim Hyung-jin but Han Woo-jin, he would not suffer this loss.

Would have been.

But IF is only IF. Han Woo-jin threw away his thoughts in the corner of his head and climbed the stairs. And he faced his family, who was looking forward to coming up.

The first to speak up was Han Woo-jin's mother, Lee Soo-yeon. She hugged her son, who returned with a proud victory, and pounded her back wide.

"Ujin! When did you improve? Looks like you're a completely different person since joining the team. "

"… You increased a lot. "

Han Dong-hoon's clumsy praise followed. Han Woo-jin laughed without saying anything. In fact, his first tennis coach was his parents. So he had to know some of his talents and skills.

Hanwoojin's change in the eyes of those two people was amazing. Evolution was right, not change. The caterpillar that was creeping on the ground turned into an eagle, not a butterfly. Han Yura, who knew nothing, welcomed him without any doubt.

"It's worth living with rackets! What kind of tennis rider or rider is there? "

"Do you not remember the title of the cartoon properly? Are you a prince? "

"How are you? It would have been good. "

Han Woo-jin rose up with his family by tapping his brother's head. I ran around for a while, but I was able to recover to some extent just by sitting. It was time to go back to the Squad and prepare for tomorrow's final.

Shin Se-yeon, who was sitting in the corner and recording the semi-finals, waved to him first. It was a consideration to go back with family. And there were questions that have not been resolved yet. She's about to learn more about Hanwoojin's game relay.

It was.

'See you later.'

Han Woo-jin bowed his head lightly. Then I left the convention with my family. The heated air greeted them, but it was not at all unpleasant to feel.

My little sister talks to my side, my father pounding my shoulders, and my mother screaming loudly. The scenery, which I could not see in the past, just fell on my chest.

* * *

As a result, Hanwoojin didn't stop at home.

He returned to the team as soon as he left the field with his family. I headed to a restaurant with a prepared meal. It was because nutritional supplements were urgent as they moved violently for a long time.

Nothing is as scientific as it is known.

When consumed, it must be replenished as it is consumed, and the broken parts are repaired more strongly when the material is added. Training is the process of filling up the missing and soldering the broken parts.

He was in optimal condition through thorough self-management.

"You are a true man too. Are you coming back straight instead of chatting with your family after the semi-finals? "

"… You know it's not a situation to relax. "

Han Woo-jin received a laugh with a joke of Sang-sik.

If he had chatted with Hellele and his family, he would have been dismissed before anyone else. It was ridiculous to say why such a person is doing this here.

But the director suddenly shut up. He stopped laughing happily and looked at Hanwoojin's plate with serious eyes.

It was not a very meaningful eye. Just focusing on your thoughts, you've fixed your eyes anywhere.

"Director?"

He swallowed the chew and opened his mouth. The combination of chicken breast, brown rice, and raw vegetables boasted a terrible taste, but it has long been adapted.

The former director breathed a sigh of breath while watching Hanwoojin's casual mug.

I didn't know at all. It wasn't something the person who was playing on the court could grasp. The same is true of families who might have stopped looking at the audience. Maybe it's Shin Se-yeon alone who's on fire by now.

Jeon Sang-sik opened his mouth toward Han Woo-jin, staring at himself. It was not something to hide.

"Ujin, you're on the air."

"Yeah?"

Han Woo-jin was surprised by the sound of the sound and laid a spoon. The clink was uselessly light. The two looked at each other silently and spoke almost simultaneously.

"… Broadcast? "

"Well, it's a cable, but it's a broadcast."

The back of the head feels like a shot. Han Woo-jin was surprised at what she couldn't think of. Do you think you'll be broadcasting in a domestic tennis league? Kim form, but not a newcomer, he was sure to be on the air early.

"Why me? I don't know if it's Kim Hyung, but I can't make it on TV.

"Normally it is. You're not a ranker or a bitch yet, but you're just a rookie. "

I used to say that I had a coffee mix with some ice on it. It was absurd that he thought. Perhaps it was the result of someone's breathing. And enough to do this kind of stuff and a lot of jjokjiman was one.

'Kim Sang-pil, he really shot Woojin.'

He lightly kicked his tongue.

Scoop Hunter Kim Sang-pil. As I said before, it wasn't a bad thing. All of his sportsmen made their name in their respective areas. If Kim Sang-pil photographed Han Woo-jin as the subject of his interview, he would be encouraged. Saying you can play tennis

to be.

But the bother is one thing. He has a wide foot and reputation in the sports press. If you try to do anything, your request will be crowded, and you will be bothered with miscellaneous interviews and paparazzi.

'Timing is different.'

The former director glanced at Hanwoojin.

I'm still young, anyway. It was possible that the planting shakes in these things. Tomorrow is the final match with Kim, but I was worried that something bothersome might have happened.

However, Han Woo-jin reacted unexpectedly as always. He opened his mouth in amazement for a while, and he picked up the chicken breast with chopsticks.

His cheating of munch food with a casual mug caused even the illusion that the conversation was just gone.

"… Hey, do you have anything to say? "

Hanwoojin opened his mouth again after tidying up the food left on the plate. He had already prepared his emotions.

It's a broadcast, it's unexpected, but what about it? Whether or not to broadcast, what Woohan must do tomorrow does not change. It's all about turning Kim on the court.

"You only have to care about that and your head hurts. Seyeon will arrange the interview, and I think it's better to concentrate on the game like a player. "

"… You're a gong too. "

Jeon Sang-sik put his tongue out this time.

Now think about what the snowballing man said before his eyes. Was it one or two players who weren't able to do that simple thing and ruin their condition? Others are meditating, so it's kind of like a mental guy trying to do everything.

The mental power had developed in a strange direction. The power to cut attention from others and to dig into the inside of yourself. That's one of the driving forces behind Hanwoojin.

Once the ceremony was decided to let go. This ridiculous guy wasn't going to be distracted. It was a guy who knew how to do it even if he didn't take it by his side.

'Yes, I'm a bastard.

He drew his mouth as he looked at Hanwoojin's back to clean the plate. What a blessing to old age, full of fun day by day. So did a bottle of wine stuck in the closet.

* * *

"character! Dear Tennis Fans, with MBS Sports Channel Today is the day of the finals of the Seoul Open, the biggest competition in Korea. Yoon, when is the game starting time? "

"Oh, the court is ready for the next five minutes. I think it'll take less than 10 minutes to grab enough. "

"Yes, ten minutes. It's hard to wait 10 minutes. This final is very professional and hard to keep up with. "

Two other commentators giggled at Park's jokes and sympathized with the words. Squeezing and hitting beat, but it was not a lie. They also had high expectations for this game. Not as a broadcaster, but as a fan of tennis.

The battle between Kim Hyung-gi and a new rising actor, Woo Woo-jin! Indeed, it was an interesting theme. Leaving which side will win, the game will not disappoint them either.

The three men, who took the time to a story without much content, began to wave after seeing the PD's OK signal. The sign meant that the final match was about to begin.

"The finals are about to begin. On the right court is Kim Hyung, a proud Korean tennis player. "

"I had a very tough schedule these days. It's a very natural complexion. Isn't it, car commentary? "

"That's right. I don't know if you're really tired or not unless you are. The skill of not being able to expose his condition is true Kim.

If Kim and the foreign players in the lower rankings were attached, it would have been a one-sided commentary. It would have become a kind of unbiased yet enjoyable audience that boasted Kim's excellence and laid down the disadvantages of foreign players. But today

He was also a Korean player.

The three commentators did not talk about Kim for a long time, but turned their attention to Hanwoojin. They have been very well received. There are many tips for setting fires vigorously.

One of them is to add oil to the burning season. But it is so typical that it is used frequently. Viewers who become accustomed to the method become less responsive.

At that time, it was the same countermeasure technique. Your opponent is also good at evaluating and weighing which one will win.

"We can see Hanwoo-jin in Korea unwinding on the left court. Isn't it easy for Kim Hyung to sit on the court across the street? "

"It really is. Not just as a senior, but even as a player. Can Kim Hyung-jin be the strongest player in Asia right now? It's not a place for a rookie year debut! "

"Is the feeling that the final boss came out of the first town after the game started? I still think it's quite possible. Kim Hyung did a lot of work from the first round. I felt like wanting to finish the game quickly. "

"The condition is not normal, you mean? I just don't know by looking at the face. I have to watch the game. "

As an experienced commentator, the three exchanged one-to-punch in language in a skillful way.

Meanwhile, Park Seong-jin noticed that Cha Su-hyun analyzed Kim's state quite accurately, so she noticed. It was still a conjecture, but after the game began, it would turn true. I thought it was a kid, and it was quite a figure.

'I'm really looking forward to it. Ying, you can't even pay for nights. '

Park put his hand on the heart that began to run fast with excitement. Perhaps the current situation, which had only been frustrating, might be reversed.

Deceased water is rotting. Kim's form, although not rotting, climbed up. This year, or next year, was the age of sharp decline.

I needed young blood. Such a young man who can base on the achievements of the previous generation proudly.

"The game starts. Two players greet each other and see the coin face. "

"The success of the sub-sphere is also very important. The game may depend on who holds the line. "

"Oh, it's a sub-volume. The ball was passed… "

The three commentators watched the video from the camera.

And who opened the mouth without anyone to say first. Three voices intertwined in the air like a chord.

"" The Kim is the player. ""