Chapter 49 - I saw the sky

Hanwoojin, whose emotions were shaken by an unexpected encounter with Roger, was able to regain his normal form only five minutes later. He was confident if he was calm, but Roger met anyone who was on the path of tennis.

It was a marvelous figure at.

'… 4.

Walking towards the outskirts of the stadium, Han Woo-jin swept his eyes down. Roger couldn't care so much about a word he said lightly.

To be honest, it was a dangerous situation today. The opponent was never far behind his own ability, and his original potential or talent was rather overwhelming. The forehand level at the right timing just reversed the situation, literally.

It was a fight that seemed to stand at the edge of the cliff.

It was also a proof that Hanwoojin would survive the fight between the ATP500 and the world's top rankingers. Outside of the top 100, there may be people who have not yet achieved a ranking, such as Victor. There is still a long way to go.

Shin Se-yeon was always waiting for the exit. I was never late. Han Woo-jin or she was so thorough in that way, I didn't know it was strange, but if I were another player, I might have been short of breath.

Shin Seyon handed over a bag of moist towels and a water bottle. Hanwoojin naturally took it and wiped off the sweat that had dried up badly. Of course it was a temporary measure. Even if you wipe it like this, the smell will remain.

It wasn't cleaned properly until I took a shower.

"Do you know today's game was very nervous? If you look at one set, you're going to lose all the jeans. "

"Afterwards, I didn't know there would be such a disease. No matter how you look at it, you can listen to the world rankings. "

"Ah."

For him, it was a word he thought about, but Shin Se-yeon shook his body and clouded his expression. It was because the story was not told at all.

Of course, nothing wrong with her. Although the records and videos of the last match were all important information, it wasn't enough to show all of Victor's players.

"… Sorry. Was it very embarrassing? "

"No, I didn't mean that. It wasn't so embarrassing. "

Hanwoojin realized what he meant and dropped his hand. It was also true. The eye to see the status window granted by the system's capabilities gave him a glimpse of Victor's skills before competing. So I was embarrassed when I first encountered you

There was no effect on standing up.

However, even if she presented and explained the system skills, it was clear that she had some responsibility. Shin Se-yeon smiled a bit bitterly on Hanwoojin's flimsy comfort. The word was cut off between them for a while.

'I don't know this atmosphere.'

If it is not attached, it will not be strange even if it is ranked as NK ship. In this situation, I didn't know what to say and how the mood would change, and there was no way to find out.

So, Hanwoojin unconsciously turned to thinking. I took my eyes off the unsolvable problem before my eyes and shifted my thinking in a different direction. Forgotten that something was forgotten was scratching his nerves.

"… Ah! Roger! "

"Yeah? Roger? "

It was a word that popped out of my mouth without knowing.

Shin Se-yeon, surprised by Han Woo-jin's high voice, opened her eyes. Roger? What are you talking about all of a sudden?

"Seyeon, can I come back to the stadium for a second?"

"I don't know what's going on, but I'll take it with you if you have something left over. Woojin goes to the hostel as soon as possible and takes a rest. "

"It's hard to explain, but it doesn't take long. It's a question I have to go to myself. "

I'm going to look at Roger Pedro's status window with the ability to know what I'm doing, how to logically explain the same sound.

Han Woo-jin had no choice but to rely on her flexibility. She couldn't be ridiculous because she's going through the tie break and is fiercely competing.

Not surprisingly, Shin Se-yeon sighed with a subtle look. It was hard to understand her own expression.

"Ujin, you're probably not aware of your physical condition."

"Yeah?"

Before he could say anything, the long thin legs stretched out by Shin Se-yeon touched his knees. It wasn't as bad as a low kick. It was nothing but a light touch, like a child striking with a fist.

The aftermath was never light. Han Woo-jin staggered and staggered. As if waiting for Shin Se-yeon had not extended his arms to support the body might have fallen. Only then did he realize that little leg strength remained.

"this."

A laugh was written in verses. No matter how much adrenaline and endorphins make you forget fatigue, you'll never notice how weak you are. Maybe Roger's encounter was more shocking than he felt.

There was nothing to excuse. The player didn't forget his physical condition, so he used a group of nerds, so Han Woo-jin thought about going back to his house.

But Dong-A-Jul always comes down freely.

"Hou, if Ujin is saying so, why are you sure? Go in a minute and go to your accommodation, okay? "

"… Thank you."

She is always helped. The agent's role, but there was nothing that does not contain the heart. Even now, Hanwoojin felt a weak grip on the elbows. He leans over Shin Se-yeon and spreads a blue coat

I went back inside the abandoned stadium.

Far away, two players were hitting the ball. The sound of the ball buried in the crowd shouted like a hallucination.

'This is not the case.'

It was not time to pay attention to the game. Unless you had the tools to write something down, you had to spend time looking at the status window and reading it. Shin Se-yeon's consideration could not make colorless.

Han Woo-jin's right hand extended toward the racket bag on the opposite shoulder. Feeling the rough texture of the bag, I grabbed the handle of the racket over the resin.

And saw.

Roger Pedro

Strength 63 / Stamina 70 / Agility 72

HP 1820/2800 SP 1220/1220

Forehand: 17/20

Backhand: 19/20

Serve: 17/20

Volley: 18/20

Smash: 16/20

Dropshot: 18/20

Lob: 17/20

Special Skills: ???, ???, ???

"Ha."

Han Woo-jin laughed in vain. What did not say. I knew Shin Se-yeon looked with a stupid face from the side, but he didn't come back with his face collapsed.

That was the peak of the world of tennis, tennis.

* * *

Han Woo-jin, who returned to the hotel after leaving Shin Se-yeon, first washed the body wet with sweat. The clothes that began to stick to each other were removed and thrown into the basket. I didn't have to worry about laundry because the hostel returned its own washing machine.

Shoot ~

The hot water was pouring from the shower quickly. Han Woo-jin felt that his body, which was soaked in blood, was loosened as he received the water with his face. Only after the tension was released could the weight of the spent physical strength be realized.

"Huwoo… It was a really hard day. "

Victor Craig was a strong man. If Hanwoojin had seen a break first, he would be arranging a plane to return to Korea by now. I plugged the bottom of the floor and lay down in the bathtub, even thought it could not happen.

However, Victor's face and play soon disappeared from his head. Han Woo-jin remembered his status window while being immersed in warm water.

[Hanwoojin]

Strength 63 / Stamina 64 / Agility 64

HP 1020/2560 SP 430/800

Forehand: 15/20

Backhand: 9/20

Serve: 15/20

Volley: 10/20

Smash: 11/20

Dropshot: 10/20

Lob: 10/20

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

After winning the round of 16, the volley as well as forehand was up one level. It may be said that it was quite lucky to have a randomly awarded Stet Point. But Hanwoojin could hardly straighten his face.

Roger Pedro. A great man who is praised as the best player in tennis history. His status window came to light, and he had a desperate difference before his eyes.

'Catch up, la.'

Raised arms soaked in water stretched towards the ceiling. The lamp shining in the distance looked like the sun. A destination in the sky that doesn't reach even if you extend your arms. Perhaps the dream he saw was such a illusion.

Born with no talent, he felt that he had gained strength over or beyond his talents through bizarre events. I was strengthened again that if I tried, I would be able to return in return.

He never dared to win. I have longed for a distant and distant screen. My age is similar, but the place where I stood was the difference between the sky and the earth. So he felt farther away.

Oh my god!

Han Woo-jin, who was still looking at the ceiling, got up. Firmly trained muscles bounced off the water droplets. Except for a minimum of fat, the body was forgotten without any hesitation. Whatever sport you play, you can earn trust. This body also

It was very different from before.

'Because building a body is also a talent.'

Of course, any effort was an important area. But if you put in the same amount of effort, the story is different.

There is a body that is more easily attached to muscles and loses fat, and a body that does not gain strength no matter how hard you exercise. Hanwoojin was not good or bad. Moderately usable, but it was the owner of the physical condition alone.

"… Yes, let's stick to it. "

Compete with Roger Pedro.

Aimed at the sound that does not feel even if you put it in your mouth. Han Woo-jin picked up a towel and brushed off the water on her body and looked in a cloudy steaming mirror. On the other side of the dim glass were two eerie lights.

After washing his body and eating dinner, Hanwoojin received a sudden call and found a room where the former director stayed. There's a game tomorrow, but I wouldn't call it a big deal. But there was no idea what it was.

"Director? I'm here. "

"… Are you here? Sit there. "

"Yeah."

Jeon Sang-sik pointed to a chair in front of the sofa in which he sat with a heavy look. The atmosphere heavier than usual was a little worried, but Hanwoojin put his body down on the chair as instructed. The poor body gets support, so I feel like I'm going to live

heard.

So they sat facing each other. But the former director didn't say anything. He rolled his eyes and looked only at Hanwoojin's body.

"Director?"

"If you're sick, talk right away."

As soon as Hanwoojin opened his mouth, he couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere. A thick, thick demon force grabbed the triceps of Hanwoo Jin first. Rather than grasping by force, it was like looking at muscles and joints.

Sang-sik's hand, which leaned on the deltoid muscle, triceps, jeonwan-geun, baebae-geun and lateral muscles, did not stop until Hanwoojin's ankle. Stopping for a while, he grabbed Hanwoojin's ankle, which can never be thin.

At that moment, the dull pain that started from the ankle soared to Hanri's calf.

"윽!"

"… Also. Did you forcibly fix yourself at the first point of the tie break? If you're okay with such an act, are you an Ironman 28? "

Han-woo-jin, who understood what the unconventional attitude of Jeon Sang-sik is, looked embarrassed. When did you decide to compete against Roger? If you are seriously injured, immediately

I had to announce my abstention and go to the hospital.

Fortunately, that didn't seem to be enough. The former coach gave a rough overview of Hanwoojin's ankle.

"It's not bad yet. Maybe it's a bit of a problem. Of course, if you did the same thing before, it might burst. "

"How about the competition?"

"One at most. If you have an overwhelming skill gap, you will endure twice. It's impossible. Do you know? "

Han Woojin nodded silently. There was no match for this competition. All of them were competing for their lives, and they were left with the loss as they left room.

It wasn't until he was so convinced that the ceremony opened its face slightly. I didn't want to say this on the world stage. Nevertheless, Hanwoojin was in full swing. It's more a problem here to ruin the future.

"It ends with the next game. Win or lose in quarterfinals. I'm glad you understand the words well. "

In the case of energetic players, it was common to be fatally injured when they went to the game by ignoring the advice of coaches and coaches. 23-year-old, but only 21 years old guy calm calm like a mature veteran in this respect was very comfortable.

It was then.

"No, you can't do that."

"What?"

Suh Se-yeon, who suddenly opened the door, objected. The former director was surprised and frightened me. However, she smiled at Hanwoojin without even waking up. Then I opened my mouth.

"Josh, who was in the quarter-final match before Woojin, gave his intention to withdraw."

"… then?"

Shin Se-yeon smiled mischievously with Han Woo-jin. Somewhat spiteful voice followed the laughter.

"Congratulations on your advance to the final four. Maybe the next opponent is the emperor. "