Chapter 40.2 - Intruder # 2

After Hanwoojin opened the door, Shin Se-yeon and two reporters were in full swing. The composition was unilateral. Reporters were asking why she didn't let her in, and Shin Se-yeon drew a line against them.

"We cannot accept a request for an unexpected interview without prior notice. Please contact NK Corporation or me and thank you for your visit. "

"No, who else is that expensive? Would you like to say hello today? "

Shin Se-yeon did not lose the cold to the last response. But the opponent was different. The two reporters, wearing sunglasses on their necks and wearing hats, didn't know to step back. Rather, he seized the attitude of Shin Se-yeon.

When they saw Hanwoojin's door open, they immediately turned to their eyes. It was a complete disregard for the agent Shin Se-yeon. Her freezing face fluttered lightly.

"Han Woo-jin, please give me a second!"

"… Who are you?"

So Hanwoojin's voice also went down. Ignoring Shin Se-yeon was about to ignore even the player himself. Do you need to be polite to those journalists? Guarding the fuse is ridiculously emotional

It was her voice saying not to.

But reporters could not grasp the situation. Now it's going to be a story, but the middle-aged man stepped forward and put his hand in his arms. The grasped hand held a piece of paper.

"Here, my business card."

Han Woo-jin never wanted to receive it, but he did receive it. There was a humiliating party who was holding on to it, but he could not break it first. He accepted the discomfort and read the business card.

『Sport Consideration』

Senior Reporter Hwang Young-ho

011-XXXX-XXXX

"You're a reporter?"

"Yes, it's been eight years. I usually found out before I handed out my business card. It's quite fresh because I'm a rookie. "

It was really annoying attitude.

Han Woo-jin wore his eyebrows small enough to be invisible. There was a sense of superiority attached to every word. It was common in humans in the past. He rose to his voice without his knowledge.

"So what are you doing?"

"What else do journalists look for in sports, except for the interview? The game is over, maybe there's nothing more left today? "

Of course, he seemed to think he would not refuse his request. Hanwoojin did not understand what kind of confidence this person is talking about. Even a reporter who had a quiet camera behind me was annoying.

As soon as he tried to spit out the bitter sound he wrote, Shin Se-yeon came in between the journalists and Han Woo-jin.

"Sorry, but you do it here. Han Woo-jin is scheduled to play tomorrow. As an agent, I have a duty to manage the athlete's condition. "

"What, are you an agent?"

Hwang Young-ho rolled a thick eyeball and glanced at Shin Se-yeon's suit. Although she could have given a lot of insult to her glance at her ugly eyes, she caught her eyes without moving a strand of eyebrows.

For a while so still flowed between the two. The cold air did not make Hanwoojin stab his body. It was a floory atmosphere that was completely separate from tennis. Hwang Young-ho's first decision was due to the attitude of Shin Se-yeon near the iron wall.

"Hmm, I see. Then I'll call you back later. "

"Yes, see you next time."

Receiving her business card, two reporters from Sports Koryo left without looking back. Han Woo-jin, who was the first to experience such a case, looked at Shin Se-yeon's expression with concern. She's always calm but never set me up

I've never seen a face.

However, Shin Se-yeon regained his expressionless expression as usual. She smiled at Hanwoojin, who was shedding herself.

It was a face that meant that you do not have to worry.

* * *

Han Woo-jin, who had a good night's sleep, was awakened. So he decided to listen to Shin Se-yeon about the previous work. She also pointed out the rudeness of the reporters as she took out the bottled water to see if she was inside without knowing.

"It's very rude to have immediate access to the player as before. At least after contacting my agent or my agency, like Kim Sang-pil. "

"Well, that's right."

Hanwoojin nodded in this direction did not know. Kim Sang-pil was good at narrowing the streets, but he did not forget the basic manners. There was no saying that would offend them like they had just met.

There were many reasons for his treatment.

Being a rookie, tennis is a minor sport in Korea, and sports considerations are so big magazines that it's easy for some players to look under their eyes.

But it was not a reason Hanwoojin should understand.

"I'm a little embarrassed because this is the first time. How do you deal with it? "

"Well… As I said before, the most important thing is not to show an emotional attitude. Reporters basically carry something like a recorder, so they can be vulnerable if they say something harsh. "

In addition to sports, journalists from other fields were often used. This includes the current affairs program that gathers viewers by digging into the restaurant's irregularities, and so does interviews with those who do not accept when they ask for coverage.

Hanwoojin crumpled his eyes and asked. His common sense did not make sense.

"Is it okay to write an article like that? I think it's a legal issue. "

"Of course it's a problem. But if the opponent is a large media company, it's hard to sue if the victim is not as big as it is. If you're a rookie less than a year old, you have nothing to say. "

"… Hou, it's an inevitable story. "

There was a long way to go yet I could feel in strange ways. Had he been at least as good as Kim, he wouldn't have been treated.

Shin Se-yeon, however, opened her eyes. What you were talking about was a face.

"Woojin, do you still not know where you are?"

"Yeah?"

Han Woo-jin surprised her point and raised her voice. That's what I wanted to say.

Unemployed rankings are in the 80-90s of the world rankings, and in the mid-100s. A rookie who has the minimum room to challenge the Tokyo Open only after overcoming this competition.

This was his unaffected profile that Hanwoojin analyzed himself.

However, Se-yeon Shin pointed out. She did not discuss the location of Hanwoojin's ability or ranking. He was talking about the potential of those who were looking forward to him and Hanwoojin who proved his potential in less than a year.

"Even if I'm just a bishop, I can keep journalists shut up. No, it's a matter that will be sorted out by Kim Sang-pil's line without going there. You don't have to be interviewed by those rude journalists. "

"Oh, really?"

Is it dark under the lamp? Han Woo-jin wasn't aware of the location of former director and reporter Kim Sang-pil because of the usual viewing. It's also their position that the two are expecting.

And it was as Shin Se-yeon said. Kim Sang-pil was a sad figure in the sports press if he wasn't among the first, and the former director was an expert who consulted every time in a tennis magazine. I didn't even go to President Joe.

Perhaps the two reporters of Sports Consideration did not know who was the background of Han Woo-jin. If you knew, you wouldn't even commit such a rude thing.

"What do you think? I could just embarrass them by just calling me now. "

She whispered and laughed. Han Woo-jin noticed that Shin Se-yeon is still angry. It was not a woman who smiles normally like this.

But is it correct to retaliate in this way? Han Woo-jin was skeptical. There was no need to get messy with them. If not just stop dealing. I don't know if Shin Se-yeon, who had suffered shame, wants it, and she stands up and faces

I did not need to blush.

"That's Okay. Anyway, when I go up, I'll bend my neck or my waist. "

Are you mad? Han Woo-jin, who looked at Shin Se-yeon's complexion, was surprised. She was smiling with a gentle face. As if the choice was right.

"… It's calm. I was relieved. "

"Are you tested?"

"About half. If Ujin asked for it, he would have called immediately. "

I didn't know how to test this way not to deal emotionally. Han Woo-jin breathed a sigh, watching her unavoidably. Shin Se-yeon got up from his seat. It was a vague time for her to stay.

"This will happen. Woojin sleeps fast. "

"Yes, go get some rest."

After completing the greeting, Shin Se-yeon moved behind Hanwoojin's room. Did you walk about ten steps? She neatly erased her smile. What was left was a remnant of anger that remained faint.

"I'm a good person too, Mr. Woojin."

Shin Se-yeon pulled out the cell phone he had put in his handbag. All that was said to Hanwoojin was true, but one was mixed with another.

"But those people don't even know what they've done wrong if they close their eyes."

Her fine finger pressed down the number pad on her cell phone in bitterness. In time, the word "Kim Sang-pil" came to mind on the cell phone's LCD. Shin did not hesitate to press the call button.

"… Yes, reporter Kim Sang-pil? I called you for a long time. Do you know Hwang Young-ho of Sports Koryo? "

Kim Sang-pil could not stop at one. She looked down at the phone numbers of the characters in the diary and recalled the face of the man who glanced at her with disgusting gaze.

Compassion did not arise at all.

* * *

On the other hand, Hwang Young-ho, who is not aware of his situation rolling toward Hell, was angry with his junior reporter.

"What else is that agent? What did you find out about that little boy? "

"Sorry. I'm in a hurry ... "

Bondi they were journalists in departments not related to tennis. The domestic baseball knights were their main business, but baseball is now cold. In addition, they were released into other sports because their group became saturated.

They came to China to cover tennis that they were not interested in. That's why he didn't properly check his company's agency.

Of course, this excuse cannot be justified.

It was also soon that the judgment against him fell.

Rrrr…

"What else ?!"

Hwang Young-ho picked up the mobile phone on the table with rough gestures. But soon I had no choice but to eat. That's because the four letters, `` chief editor, '' appeared on the screen. He couldn't answer it, so he picked up his cell phone.

"Sear, chief editor?"

"What did you do after you interviewed me for some rest?"

Despite the old voice, overbearing overflowed. The low voice leaking out of the phone's speaker shakes his hamstrings.

Hwang replied that he wanted to know what he did, but nothing came to mind.

"What do you mean? "

I didn't know what was going on, so no excuse came. However, anger was mixed with the voice of the editor-in-chief, who was more than sixty this year. He bitterly ordered Hwang Young-ho's greetings.

[I haven't seen that but it's very messy. You don't have to interview anymore. Return immediately and work in the cultivation department for the time being. I'll move my seat.]

"Wait a second! Chief Editor! "

Du- Du-

But the phone was already disconnected. Hwang Young-ho knelt on the floor with his mouth wide open because he had no clutter. The loose legs could not support the weight.

"Hwang! Why do you ?!

A junior reporter hurriedly leaned on, but he shook his head and shouted. The thunderbolt that smashed out of nowhere shattered Hwang's reason. He did not even know why he should be like this until the end.

Perhaps that insensitivity is why he paid for it.