Chapter 53.1 - Butterfly Effect # 1

After returning home, Hanwoojin was able to rest for the first time since starting his career without having to worry about the future. In a series of competitions, he was suddenly accused of fatigue, which overcame him. A few days after returning home

Never had an enemy.

After five days of long and long cornering, Hanwoojin was finally able to diagnose that his right ankle had healed.

"Teacher, how's your ankle?"

The orthopedic surgeon who visited as soon as I came back to Korea diagnosed it as a mild inflammation. It was certainly as it was said. When I returned home from the beginning, my ankle had never been sore, and it wasn't long after my bandage was removed.

However, this injury was the first injury that Woojin suffered, and his concern was overblown. I'm just working on my dream, but I couldn't get caught like this.

Fortunately, my doctor did not distract me. After releasing the ankle that had been stuttering for a while, the voice relieved Hanwoojin's concern.

"It wasn't so severe inflammation from the start. It was okay to deal with it immediately, and walking on crutches was quite helpful. Now you can worry about it. "

"then… Is it a cure? "

"Yes, it was totally better. Stop taking the remaining medicine. "

Only after hearing the doctor's affirmation did Han sigh sigh. Eating the anti-inflammatory day after day, this is not healed for a long time if he wanted to do. Inflammation has long been absent from the status window, but system capacity is limited to the potential for injury.

Do not teach.

"And it looks like you've used your ankles a bit too much. Did you say tennis player? "

"Yes, but tapering around my ankles makes me feel a bit strange when I walk… "

Han Woo-jin shrugged his shoulders with an angry face. I had never met a doctor a few times, but I can see that my concern is real. But taping, running, or walking can subtle discomfort. Tolerance at the needle hole level

The discomfort was like a poison on a professional court that you shouldn't.

The doctor said with a smile, saying that he could not help it.

"At least not good enough to practice? Anyway, you suffered a lot. Hanwoojin patient. "

"Thank you very much. Teacher."

With his heartfelt advice on his chest, Han Woo-jin walked out of the room after holding his hand. Ankle, which lacks the coldness and peculiar feel of bandages, has disappeared.

'Hou, injury is scary too.'

At the time of the semifinals, I couldn't feel it because of the explosive adrenaline. But when I recovered the coolness of the ankle pain was too scary. What if injuries remain like this?

These worries springed up.

And as the doctor advised me a while ago, it seemed okay to tap as much as I practiced. Taping techniques that reduce the strain on muscles and joints significantly reduce the risk of injury.

Hanwoojin, who left the room, fell in love with his thoughts.

How surprised he was that his son who had just spread his wings was injured. She was losing her usual good face. Han Woo-jin nodded his head to mean no worries.

"Yes, it's all better. You're totally fine so you don't have to worry anymore. "

"Ew, that's a good thing. No matter how hard you try, your body should be holy. "

"I'll be careful next time."

Han Woo-jin laughed at her mother with a bitter smile. If only his and sister's work, the usual four-year-old disappeared somewhere. When the two side by side walked out of the hospital's front door, Han Dong-hoon, his father, who was starting his car, was glad to hear that

Greeted them.

"You are here. How is your body? "

"It's all better. You can run a triathlon game. "

"I see."

He nodded silently and sat in the driver's seat as always. It was a father who did not reveal any emotions. When the two got into the back seats, the old-fashioned passenger car started rumbling.

The car quickly left the hospital parking lot and joined the four-lane driveway. It was a weekend, so there was a lot of traffic. In the car, which started to slow down just how long it started, only the voices of the Hanwoojin family wandered.

"You said it was a club event? Do you have anything special to do except a friendly? "

"Yeah, they're gathering together anyway. And ages are so diverse that it's hard to do something like a separate party. How many high school students are there? "

"If I say okay, how many games can I play? I'm not moving so much.

"Well… Well. "

Instead of the mother, who stopped speaking with an angry look, his father, who was silent in the driver's seat, opened his mouth. No different from the usual, was a straight voice.

"Do as you please."

"But honey."

"But what is it, Woojin is now a pro. It's not a kid who can't even stand in front of her. You say it's alright. Should we both be dry? "

It was a word of heavy trust. Han Woo-jin suppressed his breasts. Mother was always concerned about his health and failure, but he silently believed in his choice and success. Both are undeservedly good for themselves.

I was my parents.

Somehow, an unfamiliar atmosphere cut off the conversation, and a clear road made the car faster. The only noise left in the car was the rolling wheels.

* * *

The last place the car arrived by his father, Han Dong-hoon, was at a tennis court near Gangbuk-gu. Although it was not run by a squad or a public institution like the ward office, it was famous for its pretty good number and quality of courts. Not many groups

It was also a place to congratulate each other.

Hanwoojin's party arrived and had no choice but to open their mouths in the foreground of the court.

No, only Hanwoojin did exactly that.

"… What is all this? "

There are more than five hanging banners. Celebrate! World Ranker! From blue banners with the same short phrases to Koreans, I'm proud of Korea. Eventually he shook his head, not winning the anxiety. Poker Fe

It was a mental attack that had nothing to do with Isu.

"Oh, look at you ashamed! Are you young, too? "

"I saw him on TV last week, right? I didn't know you would meet the TV player this way. "

"Kim, why don't you have a piece of paper saying you'll get a copy?"

"Noisy! I'll get it on my racket later! "

The crowds of people who gathered and waited for Hanwoojin have been narrowing the streets. When Hanwoojin, who was bowing his head to cool the hot face, noticed the shadow that approached his eyes, people surrounded him everywhere without getting out.

"Hanwoojin, shake hands only once!"

"Hey, do you remember me? Aunt, your mother's friend. How many times did you see it when you were young? "

"Woojin is yummy! Look at this too! I'm my neighbor Hwang! "

If you cross one leg and know people, I could not have a good time to root.

Hanwoojin was shaking his eyes and signing him. This chaotic situation was only put down after his parents, who were embarrassed by the unexpected response.

"Aren't you all too much ?! This guy just came out of the hospital! "

Whether they knew it was bad or not, the people in the club scratched their heads with their faces.

The community event, paused for such an unexpected event, could continue after her sermon was over. Even those who were bully with Hanwoojin quickly got on the court and started enjoying the game once or twice a month.

Meanwhile, Han Woo-jin, who was entangled in the crowd and barely released, sat on the bench with a tired face. At the same time, the sound of a cool ringing sound eased his mind and body.

'Everyone looks funny.'

It was very different from professional tennis, which made victory a final destination. To be entertained, it was also impressive to hit the ball as desired, not in the best way.

Some were trying to make a flimsy drop as if they were practicing an inexperienced ball, while others were suddenly hitting undersub to make the opponent absurd. If there is one thing in common, is everyone laughing with a happy face?

It was a sight to moisten the temples just by watching. But it was strange for a pro to try an amateur first. Han Woo-jin had no choice but to writhe on the bench.

But there were some who came to him.

"Ha, are you Woojin?"

Han Woo-jin turned his head in amazement at the trembling voice he heard from behind his back. There were a few kids standing there who were obviously minors.

"… Yes, by the way. "

When Hanwoojin returned the answer without knowing what it was for, they bowed their heads, loosening their body, which had been hardened by tension. Anyone could see it as a gangster dream tree.

The boys with their backs folded in half shouted at the same time.

"""Good morning! I'm from Surigo High School Tennis Division! "

The high school students' overlapped with exquisite timing, making a chord resonate. Some members of the club looked at the sound of their youth, but Han Woo-jin, who was greeted by him, was paying attention to other parts.

"Suriri High School?"

It was a familiar name.

It was the name of the school that anyone who would like to become a professional tennis player in Korea would know. From the past decade of disappearance, it was a prestigious ingrained root.

Do not play tennis in Korea.

If you want to do it, go to Surigo High School.

It was a school with a high level of sound that even these sounds were wandering around. It was hard to cross the passing line of Surigo, even though Hanwoojin attended the youth class Kang Ho and Cheong Woo Middle School.

Do the kids in those high schools face an ordinary tennis club? I felt something strange.

"Do you need to go to the tennis club and go to the tennis club? I'm famous for hard practice. "

It's a place to teach kids on the premise of turning pro. It was Suriri's level to set up a training schedule that would be comparable to actual professional athletes. I couldn't afford to play around with the clubs.

As I pointed out that, the students blush all at once. It was a strange look. Before Hanwoojin said anything more, the student standing in front of him folded his waist again. Then he held out the racket in his hand and asked.

"Ha, Han Woo-jin is coming! One set is fine, can you play with us? "

"I?"

Han Woo-jin, who didn't expect to receive this kind of request, looked dull.

Inside of him was a feeling of inferiority ten years ago. Cheongwoo Middle School, who could not be adapted and was dismissed.

But they appeared. The students at Surigo High School are far superior to Cheongwoo Middle School. Such men bowed to him and asked for instruction. It's an extreme that I've never heard of.

What should I say?

Well…

'You feel strange.'

It felt like the inside of my chest was tickling. Once Han Woojin got out of his seat, he unzipped the racket bag he had left. A bluish framed racket appeared with the sound of a whisper.

"One set per person… 5 sets would be fine. "

"Do you accept?"

Han Woo-jin nodded. He responded with a smile, a little different than usual.

"You brought me here? I'll deal with it. "

He seemed to know what a fan is.