Chapter 47.1 - Forgotten One # 1

Until dawn, the sun was dawning, and Hanwoojin did not step out of his room. It was also because yesterday's first round took away much health, but if possible, you'll be able to do as much as you can before your turn comes back.

To bless.

'… I'm not trying to move at all.

Athletes basically move their bodies routinely. Just as an ordinary clerk sits at a desk and handles paperwork, it is usual to move your body to deal with breathing and muscles.

Intentionally restraining movements and rested body also had to be concerned. Hanwoojin was half lying on his bed, staring at the TV screen connected by a digital camera and cable. There, Shin Se-yeon left the stadium yesterday and recorded the first round

The games were playing.

I've already watched it three more times. Asking him to close his eyes would tell him what technique he's using in the first rally.

Why are you watching me? The reason was simple.

"I'm rather bored because I don't do anything. Even if it is problem of efficiency, we feel alone because we remain alone in hotel… ? "

Han Woo-jin saw a clock hanging on the wall with a frowned face. It's not long after 12 o'clock. At best, it was time for the third and maybe the second game to end. Considering that his turn number is sixth, he still has more time

Remained.

Choi Yeon-hyuk's game was far ahead of him, so the former manager and his party were in the stadium first. Hanwoojin was instructed to rest quietly until the turn. Obviously a reasonable conclusion drawn from the discussion,

He felt like he was lying on a thorn cushion.

The phrase "resting is also one of the tasks" was realized. If you're truly a professional, you should be able to relax your mind and body freely even if you have the game in front of you. Even Hanwoojin, who has 10 years of experience in South Korea, still lacks much.

It was.

'Would you like to check one more time?'

Han Woo-jin took her eyes off the TV screen where the video is being played. Then he slid down the eyelids. If you were conscious in this way, you could pull out your status window without holding the racket.

[Hanwoojin]

Strength 63 / Stamina 64 / Agility 63

HP 2210/2560 SP 780/780

Forehand: 14/20

Backhand: 9/20

Serve: 15/20

Volley: 9/20

Smash: 11/20

Dropshot: 10/20

Lob: 10/20

Special Skills: Stinger (Serve / Step 2), Slug (Smash)

The price of winning the first round of the ATP500 was greater than he had previously thought.

No matter how high up the competition level was a start. Han Woo-jin, who didn't know that his stats and skill levels would rise at the same time for the first game, had a pleasant miscalculation.

The drop-shot skill level is 1, and the health stats are also increased by 1, and the health consumed yesterday is recovered a little more.

Woke up again, Hanwoojin picked up a bunch of chocolate bars next to the bed. It is a confectionery that does not occupy much of the stomach and is used to provide large calories. He chews a moderately moist chocolate coating and grabs the remote

The TV screen is turned off. There was no need to watch anyway.

There was nothing to see. It was Roger Pedro's ability to forget yesterday and regret it lately because of a hard game.

'It doesn't change whether you see it or not.'

Hanwoojin smiled bitterly without knowing. In fact, it was not important to see Roger's stats. Seeing it did not make you stronger or weaker. In the end, he was curious,

It was evidence of respect.

I turned off the TV and had nothing to do. Excessive stretching or warming up was forbidden, and lying in bed stretched out and could fall asleep.

If you don't know, you can just sleep an hour or two. But resting and sleeping were completely different stories. When you fall asleep and wake up, the muscles that have become premature are released. Then I will rest and recover

The condition you have made becomes a steal.

"… What the hell is it to rest?

Eventually, Hanwoojin was forced to enjoy the quaint break time by forcing his body down while holding his mind straight.

Moaning in pain, not pain, he woke up four hours later. Shin Se-yeon departed for the stadium and set a time to call in advance. When Han Woo-jin's last game left one set, she decided to call.

Rrrrr…

The phone rings horribly as it rings.

Park!

If you've been bored waiting for a long time, the reaction will be astute. Hanwoojin picked up the phone and simultaneously pressed the call button to answer the call.

"It's time?"

[…] Woojin, have you been holding your phone? Didn't I have a good night's rest?]

A woman's voice was heard over the phone. She seemed embarrassed by the phone call before the bell rang. Han Woojin replied with her hand toward her, who was not in front of her in case of misunderstanding.

"I just kept it by my side. I think it was a quick response as I was relaxing. "

[Once I'll do that. Just one set of the fifth match is over. I think we should leave right now.]

"I see. Let's go right away. "

The currency ended quickly. The use was clear from the beginning, so it didn't get long.

Hanwoojin left the room with his racket bag on his shoulder as soon as the phone hung up. He had been changing clothes for almost two hours.

* * *

'Okay, the condition is best.'

Han Woo-jin stood up and turned his shoulder several times. Gently rotated joints There was no sign of muscle pain at all, and my hair was clean without any distractions.

HP in the status bar was still about 200, but there was no excuse for the win or loss determined by the difference.

When he arrived at the stadium, the game was about to end.

Without any time to greet Shin Se-yeon and his party, Han Woo-jin headed to the waiting room with his racket. I heard that the game would start in five minutes.

When I sat on the bench in the waiting room and looked up at the ceiling only three times, the dispatcher called Hanwoojin at the same timing as the knife.

"Let's go."

When I put my coat in front of me, the same great scenery as yesterday filled my horizons.

But there was no tension or heartache like yesterday. Perhaps he seemed to be a much darker man than he thought for himself.

'You're only used to it once.'

It was not a bad thing. It was the same as saying that there was no contraction.

The two players stood on the court, backing the crowd with their enthusiastic shouts.

Naturally, Hanwoojin was holding a racket, and his opponent was waiting for the referee's signal with a calm face right in front of the net.

And as always, the status window popped up,

Han Woo-jin couldn't be surprised and opened his eyes.

[Victor Craig]

Strength 61 / Stamina 65 / Agility 60

HP 2310/2600 SP 750/750

Forehand: 12/20

Backhand: 11/20

Serve: 10/20

Volley: 10/20

Smash: 11/20

Dropshot: 10/20

Lob: 11/20

Special Skills: None

'Why didn't you say this person is the lowest ranked player in the tournament?'

He was not included in the seed of the Tokyo Open, which averaged 50th in the world rankings. The player of the lowest ranking who came up from Slovakia and quenched up from qualifier.

That's all Hanwoojin knew about Victor before he met here.

However, the status bar tells a completely different story than any expert in the world has analyzed. This was enough to threaten the neck of Hanwoojin. Victor was one of the world's top performers.

It was quite different from Shin Se-yeon's briefing. Of course, you can't find out how much you're hiding with the recorded video.

But what kind of player is going to play in the Tokyo Open? Therefore, this was far beyond Hanwoojin's expectations.

ping!

"Head or Tail?"

Victor was a step faster than Hanwoojin, who was selling nerves for a while.

"Head."

"… Tail. "

I felt bad before my palm was removed.

Not surprisingly, Han Woo-jin stared at the front of the coin on the palm of the referee's eyebrows.

"Ujin Han on my right! Victor Craig on my left! Player Ready! "

When Victor accepted the ball with the serve, commentators sighed in time in Korea.

It was not another player Hanwoojin. It was regrettable that a player whose main smash, such as serve and smash, failed to preempt the serve.

-Oh, sorry, Hanwoojin! It's a matter of luck, but I can't help it.

-That's it. If you're a sub, how many of you are Hanwoo Jin compared to Kim and Choi Yeon-hyuk? If you aren't as good at defending as Suzuki, you'll get a double-digit service ace.

-Let's set aside the past. Why don't we talk about Hanwoo Jin's opponent today?

You lost the serve, but that doesn't determine your game. The three commentators, who had memorized the profiles of both players before they got on the desk, woke up unknowingly. Opponent Victor Craig's ranking was very low compared to Hanwoojin.

-Viktor from Slovakia, the youngest player in Korea this year. The world ranking is 240th, too early to participate in the Tokyo Open.

Oh, you've been up since the qualifier? Wouldn't it be nice for Hanwoojin to play with a little bit of room?

I can't say it, but at least it's not as threatening as Suzuki. Han Woo-jin has a better complexion than yesterday, and no fatigue at all. I think it's okay to expect.

They have already begun to talk as if the game was decided by Han Woo-jin's victory.

If Kim Hyung, Choi Yeon-hyuk and Han Woo-jin are side by side in the quarter-finals, there's nothing better than that. Half of the jokes and half of the virtue were close to hopes.

No one watching the game knew the reality of Victor.

Even Hanwoojin, facing in front of you and peeking out some of its abilities, did not know it properly.

Didn't he always think? Stats and skills are not everything. High stats, high skill levels do not necessarily mean strong.

If so, the opposite is also natural.

It was natural that there was a player who was superior to the level of stats and skill level.

The past disappeared due to the variable Hanwoojin.

Hanwoo-jin, who turned the past upside down, can't even remember himself.

There was a record there that no one could recall.

Former 2006 Tokyo Open.

Emperor Roger Pedro scored a round of 32 for 7-6 and 7-6.

The genius of Slovakia, who had two tie breaks and pushed the world's strongest player into the corner.

The name of the genius, Victor Craig.