Chapter 41.1 - Before the storm # 1

The strength reached 62 and the serve reached level 15 broke conventional wisdom. In addition, a snap on the wrist, which I started mixing without knowing, added a spin to the ball. It was a trace of past technology that is now gone.

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

It's hard to catch even with a healthy body. With that in, Michael was forced to give points. Contrary to motivation, the body stopped only to complain.

"Damn it… ! "

Not to Hanwoojin, but swearing vomited toward his body does not want to move. Michael looked at his rugged enemy and added strength to his unleashed hands. The desire not to lose held the body to fall.

But nothing can be done with will. If that's possible, a rat could kill a lion. Even if it is not convincing, the world forces the loser on the outcome.

It didn't take long for this three rounds to come to an end.

Tongue!

Match Point.

Michael couldn't disgrace even a single game and went on a rally and missed the racket. The smash that fell at a terrible speed from the sky made me shy. The physique was not great enough to handle him even though he was much larger.

'What the hell is that guy?'

He saw Hanwoojin in slow time due to his extremely high concentration. I didn't care if the racket fell off my hand and beat the coat. The point was last time anyway. The next phrase that comes in determines the game.

By the end of the game, Michael Jones couldn't understand Hanwoojin at all. Because he was far beyond common sense.

Orient was the only player who was shy.

Eventually, the thunderbolt that decorated the fall fell.

Phuong!

"Game Ujin Han! Match won by Ujin Han! 6-2, 6-0! "

Only after the referee had declared his end did Michael release his grip on the bridge.

The coppery skin on the firm blue coat began to tremble. It was a long time ago that the price was exceeded.

""Thank you.""

"… … . "

Michael stared at Hanwoojin's hand. It was a complex feeling. Even though the competition is already over, I heard the confusion that the competition is over the moment I hold this hand together.

But can't you ignore the person you've received sincerely?

Gushing.

He shook hands silently and silently turned his coat. Han Woo-jin, who stared at the back of Michael, also noticed. Winners and losers are born in every match. There was no end to attention.

-Very good flow, Hanwoojin! You're finishing three rounds without any extra stamina! As the semifinals are finalized, I feel the expectation is growing.

-Do you have a Park commentary? What I wanted to do is gradually changing. If you can record your winnings on the ATP Tour at the age of 23… Maybe we can rewrite our tennis history.

-It's not a big issue overseas, but it's a big step in Korean tennis. I'm curious about Hanwoojin's next opponent. Do you know, Yoon commentator?

The narrators, who celebrated the victory, paused to confirm the draw. Where they stayed, the names of the two players were listed side by side. It means he has not yet decided who will advance to the quarterfinals.

-It's decided in the next game. England and Sweden are both European players.

-Then the four spots in the quarterfinals will be filled by all European players except Hanwoojin. It is the moment when our Hanwoojin player is proud of his performance.

-Honestly, this is a great grade, but you'll be expecting a little more. I would like to have a shot at that high-profile European player.

As time went by, the voices of the three narrators were hungry. Each day, Hanwoojin climbed to a higher place, and the pharmacy changed his expectations. However, their voice did not arrive until Hanwoojin was there.

Han Woo-jin, who arranged the alarm immediately after the game, moved to the audience seats. There seemed to be no desire to leave the site right now.

* * *

"Thanks for your work. It was a win today. "

"I used to be quite tired of it."

Receiving the bucket that Shin Se-yeon handed over, Han Woo-jin put his thoughts in his mouth. Michael Jones had less than half his health when he was on the court. I don't like having two games against such a player.

I heard.

Of course, it was full of sound to others. Han Woo-jin closed his tingling eyes for a long time while he was bitter by Shin Se-yeon. The news said that it was a day with less dust.

After the game between Han Woo-jin and Michael, it was time to clear the court. Hanwoojin did not open his eyes until then. The dry eye regained its moisture after a long time.

As the host lifted the microphone to announce the start of the game, he pushed his eyelids up again.

"I'm going to start the last round of the 3rd round of the Shenzhen Open! Please raise both players on the court! "

Ranker from England, Joshua Brown.

Swedish veteran Henry Joel.

In terms of player life, two players, the heyday and the twilight, stood between the nets. Joshua's fresh brown hair looks at him with a confident face. In contrast, Henry with a discolored blonde feels like an old tree without feelings.

Made a look.

Shin Se-yeon looked down on the two players with interest. It was hard to have the impression that was perfectly opposite. The play styles also had nothing in common.

"Woojin, who do you think will win?"

"Well… . "

Han Woo-jin stopped talking for a while and stuck his chin. The winner of those two is his next opponent. It was not a matter of thinking lightly. The hand reached for the racket in the next seat. The moment he grasped the grip, objectively analyzing the two players

The surface is in sight.

Forehand style using Joshua Brown, Stat Average 59, Bali and Smash as the flagship.

Henry Joel, stat average 56, backhand style with drop shots.

It was there to find out. The figures didn't mean winning or losing. In terms of numbers, Joshua was a few higher than Henry. Physical stats from the symbol to the level of skill did not fall one thing.

But Hanwoojin knew. How threatening a presbytery may be.

"Is Joshua three or seven?"

Shin Se-yeon shook his head for a while whether he was thinking the opposite.

But she soon changed her mind.

Hanwoojin said so far that nothing was wrong with himself.

And it was as it was.

"Game Henry! Set Won by Henry, 6-4! "

I knew it.

Han Woo-jin nodded. The game was running as he expected.

Joshua's skillful attempt to press on the basis of excellent physical physics and Henry's skillful handing over of it was seen. The two continued to retreat, but the first to fall was Joshua, who was forced to attack from the beginning.

Entering the second set did not change anything. Unlike Henry, who knows how to fool opponents, Joshua lacked the centripetal force to pull at his pace. The balance fell quickly after mobilizing even under-served and dirty play.

'A player who knows how to win.'

There are some who despise dirty play, but they are only valid play unless they fall into the category of foul. In addition, Henry was at age 36 this year. For a tennis player, it's the end of an age.

The muscles are weak and the reflexes are dull, so others have decided to play away.

Who can land him like that?

Feeling like seeing herself in the past, Han Woo-jin shrugged his shoulders. Henry loved to play with talented young people. Play did not give a break all the time.

Even two sets were going to the unilateral score.

"윽!"

Henry suddenly fell on the court. Perhaps he was sluggish, he shouted at his ankle. A medical staff waiting outside the court quickly approached Henry.

"Medical time is… 10 minutes. "

"It's not a short time. Mild inflammation can be restored with temporary treatment. "

The problem was not mild inflammation. If the ligament is stretched or the joints are injured, it will require weekly treatment, rather than 5 or 10 minutes. Then, no matter what the score, the game ends with a withdrawal.

The player who jumped hard and made up for the disadvantages was unfavorable. Han Woo-jin gathered my eyes and stared at the court without me knowing.

Fortunately, not long after, Henry was back on the court.

"Game 6! Henry to Serve! "

The game resumed was Henry's dominance. He was as active as the injured ankle anyway. As soon as everyone forgot the accident just before, Hanwoojin did not spread his hardened face.

There was a little, much different situation in his eyes.

Henry Joel [Injury]

Strength 56 (-10) / Stamina 58 / Agility 54