20 Chapter 35.3 - Keio Challenger # 3 (End of Volume 4)

The last day of the Keio Challenger competition opened its doors with quite good weather. College students interested in tennis, as well as residents living nearby, filled the audience seats. It was yearly meeting, but this meeting was particularly delicious

will be.

A unilateral game brings great fun to the player or the audience. You may feel mad about your opponents.

'… I'm tired too. '

Hanwoojin yawned on the court with his eyes slightly darkened. He had enough sleep, but his eyelids were heavy. There was no evidence that the accumulated fatigue had begun to go beyond the limit without knowing. Physical fatigue as well as mental

Fatigue was not a joke either.

He was so pure because of fatigue, but not so in the eyes of others.

"Wow, look at it."

"Isn't it a game over? The score was 6-0, 6-1. No matter how good Daichi is, it won't be enough. "

"That's right. The ranking difference is not big, but the impact is so different. "

The audience discussed the victory between the gossips. Although the voice did not reach the ears of the two players standing on the court, the atmosphere was enough. One of the players who wanted to win the Keio Challenger competition, Daima Shimada

I could feel it away.

Daichi was angry at heart. This was also true of the junior players who faced Han Woo-jin earlier, as well as the one who was scared by coming up against him. Should I give a championship cup to another player in my home country?

'exactly… It's terribly strong. '

It wasn't a dull read of the flow. Rather, Daichi was quite quick to notice. He also knew that the difference between himself and his opponent could not be expressed in the words.

But don't let go. It was a humiliation for a professional player to get on the court without a win. Daichi is determined to feed at least one Korean player who is looking this way as if he is good.

Only after coming forward to settle down, Han Woo-jin read the young sign on his face. I would not have missed it from a distance as usual, but fatigue was affecting my eye.

'… What did I do wrong? '

My eyes were so intense that I do not know. The collected eyebrows created a grim face with the wrinkles of the forehead that was distorted with the passing of time. He did not look like tennis, but appeared on a mixed martial arts ring.

However, facing Hanwoojin was not an ordinary figure. Faced with a faceless face to face opponents like Jangseung, he quickly glanced at the judgment as if throwing.

The referee, who was paused for a moment due to the nasty airflow between the two players, bounced the coin.

"Ujin Han to Serve!"

The sub-volume was held by Han Woo-jin, who chose the front. As nice as I needed to get a service ace, it was bothersome. It was because of the progress that was added to the fatigue of the excessive force.

What should I do? I have to do it.

Han Woo-jin held the ball from the referee with a drowsy face until the end. Ball and racket. As soon as the two things needed to play were equipped, Han Woo-jin's face, which was exhausted as it was, hardened like an iron plate.

'The switch goes in.'

Concentration is enough. As if he yawned, he turned his face to face. As the adrenaline rushed in, he awoke to a limp body. There was no problem playing the game.

"Love All (0: 0)! Play! "

Throw the ball to the referee's name. The grass-green ball that floated into the air crashed over 2m and crashed into the ground. It was a black racket caught in Hanwoojin's right hand.

Paang!

Tired of fast-paced river fasteners.

The 203km / h flat serve, which fired out of nowhere, cut off the service coat before Daichi even reacted. No, could you stop it if you knew it?

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

Service Ace, cumulative progress is 63%.

Han Woo-jin, with a cold face, weighed what he had gained and lost in the previous days. The progress required in the future is 37%, the stamina consumed is fine.

When you rest He tosses the ball again. Fierce Serve Gone Over Time

Oh oh.

Yokohama's prestigious Keio University university was caught up in an unexpected heat. It was because the tennis tournament was very busy on campus, but the contents of the tournament were awesome.

phut!

"Game Ujin Han! Set won by Ujin Han, 6-1! "

A bent at an angle broke the rally that a ball hit the ground. One set ended in that room, and a short break was given to the players who were playing for a while.

'It's sticky.'

Han Woo-jin was frowned at Daichi, who was sticking far better than he expected.

[Shimada Daiichi]

Strength 57 / Stamina 59 / Agility 57

HP 1520/2360 SP 630/630

Forehand: 10/20

Backhand: 8/20

Serve: 9/20

Volley: 8/20

Smash: 9/20

Dropshot: 11/20

Lob: 8/20

Special Skills: None

World ranking 203, Shimada Daichi.

It was a status window filled with decent levels.

But Hanwoojin was not enough to have a child. How many times have you beaten your opponent with a perfect score? But there was something different compared to them.

He found that dignity in Daichi's eyes. Eyes that do not lose their determination despite the obvious inferiority. Rather than want to win, the eyes seemed to not want to lose. The lack of skill to fill the lack was filled.

"Hou, I can't."

That person is not broken. No matter how far you get the overwhelming differences in skills, no matter how wide your score is. Unless you decide to give up on your own, you'll catch up to the end.

Know. Because he was like that. The difference is that he couldn't achieve anything like that.

Anyway, the waste of health is sea. The fatigue that was cut by the repeated schedule was not recoverable for a day or two, nor was it enough to tee off in one or two races.

"Set 2! Player Ready! "

The sub-volume was held by Daichi. This is because Hanwoojin's sub-game was the last one of the set.

Daichi breathed up to his shoulders but didn't pull his body. Relaxing for a while is irreversible. He knew more about his condition than anyone else. The limits have long been crossed.

'It's getting clearer… I feel good. '

The body has a fever due to the increased concentration, the determination to cross the limit line, and the rapidly consumed health. All of that had temporarily raised Daichi's skills to the next level.

However, this state could not last long. A thought tower that collapses immediately when only one of the three elements collapses.

It was good though. Let's enjoy this state now. I have confidence that even if I play today, I can do better next time. Daichi hit the serve and thought so.

Paang!

The ball flew, and the crowd expected another fierce rally. Unlike Hanwoojin who finishes the game if he catches the serve, the rally started with Daich's subgame had a lot to see.

However, Hanwoojin also changed from the first set. The result of his half-strengthening game was tremendous.

Paang!

Return ace coming back without a break. If it was one set of Hanwoojin that moved like a precision machine, the two sets of men beat the racket as if they were turning wild like a beast. He returned the ball at a speed that didn't show strength beyond the limit.

"Love Fifteen (0: 15)!"

The intestines froze. Today's return ball was good enough to cool the backs of all audiences, from those who know tennis well to those who don't know.

Daichi also understood Hanwoojin's transformation. It is completely different from one set. After seeing even a few gaps, it quickly turned into a prey that bites the nape.

'This is what, how can't you?'

He smiled bitterly and held up the ball. Even now, temporarily improved Daichi is a monster that can't stand. The atmosphere of the heavily sunk coat made me realize it.

This is not something you can deal with, and the coat, which was barely revealing a blue mug, spoke to you.

But Daich tosses the ball.

I didn't hesitate at all.

Even if the game was decided to win or lose, decided to fight to the end.

* * *

"… Perhaps after three days, I will add 90 ATP points to the homepage. "

Shinseyeon's voice was calm while driving insane. She stepped on the accelerator again, listing what Hanwoojin will gain through the Keio Challenger competition. As soon as the ceremony was over, the two raced towards the airport with no time to hold their breath.

Now, of course, convinced of the number of prizes and points, Hanwoojin checked the progress of achieving 81%.

If you succeed 19 service aces, the upgrade is over. But is it possible in the ATP250 leagues like the Shenzhen Open? It was a story that Hanwoojin couldn't be sure if he had quite himself in the serve.

He mumbled in a low voice as he glanced away from Keio University.

"… It was a nice place. "

"Oh, Keio University?"

"Yeah."

Han Woo-jin did not enter university. It was the price that he spent all his school days playing tennis. If he had played in the junior league, he would have been able to stare at special matches, but before he got the system, he was just an ordinary kid.

So going to college was a thing of the past.

Moreover, what he envyed was not an ordinary college life. I was envious of my interest in the sport of tennis, which is formed thickly on a nice court. If you want to go to college like this once.

'Of course it's too late now.'

Han Woo-jin looked back out of the window with a sad face. His career as a college debut as a pro debut began his season. So the wind now is just a dream.

I was forced to change the direction of my thoughts. I could not afford to pay attention to stories that would not come true anyway. He was waiting for him at the huge gate of the Shenzhen Open, and furthermore, the Tokyo Open.

When you go one way inherently, other roads you have not chosen will tempt your eyes. He kept his eyes under his eyelids trying to slip away. It was not a leisurely way to walk and turn around.

* * *

MBS broadcasting station was incredibly upset because of a sudden news. Recently, the tennis player Han Woo-jin, who has been paying attention to the game, has just received the news that he will compete in the Chinese ATP250 League.

"Hey! If you had this news, you should have brought it! There are only two days left for the Shenzhen Open. When are you going to do your job? "

"I couldn't help it. The Association is closing my mouth and how do I get there? "

"What is it?"

Inside the conference room, it was a lot of fuss because of the people who swear at each other. The broadcast schedule was twisted over who had done the wrong for a while, and they condemned each other, and the man sitting at the top slammed the table and stopped moving.

"Come on, everyone please calm down."

He knocked on the table with his fingers to make a plump noise, and everyone in the room shut up like a chap. The man is the general manager of the MBS Sports Channel, named Ha Jung-woo.

"What I have to think about now is not who will take responsibility. It would be urgent to find a way to relay Han Woo-jin's game to Shenzhen. "

Who doesn't know that.

But as the person said, everyone nodded at the same timing. Ha Jung-woo shook his chin with a satisfied face and asked a PD sitting nearby.

"Kim PD, did the Chinese give you the permission to relay?"

"Ah yes. He told me there was a player and he was happy to give it up. I just wanted to see Asian players. "

"Good for you."

Ha Jung-woo nodded and understood the situation. China was a good enough country. The size of the tournament to attract is on a topic that is incomparable to that of Korea.

Even if they were from Korea, it was not too hard to expect Asian players.