Chapter 53.2 - Butterfly Effect # 2

Amateurs with a certain amount of practice and career gain some confidence. If you've practiced this much, isn't it okay to play against the pros? Of course you can't win, but can you feed me? It was the same subtle confidence.

An unfounded level of confidence that raises or lowers oneself.

If you play with Go, how many points can you win? Of a kind called.

Wouldn't it be nice to say a few words if you were to hit it in the long run? Of a kind called.

If you play soccer, how many opponents do you have? Of a kind called.

But anyone who had dived a bit deeper into the field could find out. Even such unfounded confidence is nothing more than amateur arrogance. The line between amateur and professional is far deeper than they think

Is also far. It was never a level beyond a half handicap or penalty.

'I thought I knew that… ! '

Kim Jong-min, a third-year junior at Surigo High School, was also the owner of such arrogance. I thought I was looking at my skills in an objective way.

If he overlooks something, is it not his pride that he has grown up in the prestigious age, age, and surori high school?

Of course, compared to the world's prestigious schools, the light will fade, but at least in Korea, the best place to be proud of Surigo high school. From that place to manager, it was hard to completely remove his pride.

But it was different today. Han Woo-jin, Korea's best rookie who came to meet with a fan spirit without much thought, was a much milder impression than they thought.

177cm, not too small, but a normal height not to be big for a professional tennis player. The slim body, with nice muscles but a slight glimpse of the curves over the clothes. It's not a horrible impression I've seen over TV, but a smiling face. All that

This knowingly broke their vigilance.

"… Hey, who was it that deserved to win one game? "

"Did you have such a crazy sound?"

"Yeah. I've been crazy right now. "

Friends who were sitting nearby screamed. Kim Jung-min nodded unknowingly. Clearly, I had no idea until I came here and asked Hanwoojin to play. No matter how Hanwoojin is the best rookie in Korea,

Sina was the best prospect in Korea. Can't you win a game? The same feeling could not be erased.

What the hell is that?

Paang!

The ball flew and made an eerie sound. If the sound of the ball so far bouncing over 10,000 times. Even those who have spent more than half their lives on tennis through middle school and high school have never heard it. 180 to 190 km per hour. Among the pros

It was the realm of the players who were acclaimed for their fast arrest.

"40:40 with this. Maybe this was the 5th game? "

"… Yeah."

Another third grader facing Hanwoojin replied sweatingly. Just before the game, the game was left with only one rally. I didn't have to collect point deuce in this friendly match.

The current score is 5-0. Naturally, Hanwoojin was 5, and the third grader was 0. It was a one-sided development.

But if that was enough to be taken as a matter of course. It was not because of his natural score that he was tired.

'What the hell is this man? Did you lose 3 games on purpose?

The fourth round of the friendly match was always the same as if it were already in play. 0: 0 (Love All) He started the game in the situation and gave 3 points regardless of his opponent's skill or style. Put yourself at bay without hitting a ball that you can hit

to be.

If you lose only one point, you will lose the whole game. I never took the game all four sets with it.

"Well, are you going again?"

"Please!"

Hanwoojin raised the ball again. Don't forget to tell me before you hit the serve. Hanwoojin's serve is one of the top in the world. Even if it is the best in Korea, it is a high school in Korea after all. Service ace once

Even if you stop the level was fortunate.

Paang!

Flat serve with moderate speed. The ball seemed to receive. Your opponent is amateur. Without the masses, it was no different than just bullying.

Fortunately, the rally started without slowing down. The room that was barely taken up is lightly floated, and it is handed over to Bali as if waiting for a smash to beat. It was a rally rolling on the palm of Hanwoojin from start to finish.

'Also high level? This would be the middle class for the NK carrier. '

While high school students were frustrated by the mighty wall of Hanwoojin, he was making the opposite evaluation. Suriri's name was not in vain. At least no one in Korea will be better than these children. No system, no 10 years of experience.

Compared with Hanwoojin in the days of the past seemed nothing to do.

Of course, the balance is broken when compared to the mutant of the non-emergency call of Choi Yeon-hyuk.

phut!

Hanwoojin returned the ball only to the place where he could continue to hit the rally. Hanwoojin is famous for his mechanical play. The rally's ruin could only result from a high school student's mistake.

"No, of course! Thank you very much! "

Hanwoojin's voice was mixed with mischief, and the student bent back at 90 degrees. It was reminiscent of a Japanese bully in the 8090s, but this stance was not unusual in the sports world. For senior junior relationship

I was not used to Hanwoojin or a little uncomfortable.

"It's the last time. Did you say you were a manager? "

"Ah yes! My name is Kim Jung Min. "

Kim Jung-min jumped up to his name and answered his call. As soon as his waist was bent, Hanwoojin's hand stopped it.

"I just wanted to say hello. What do you keep doing? Just come up with a racket. "

"Okay!"

Even though the greeting stopped, the spirit still remained like a sportsman. Kim Jung-min, who replied hard, grabbed his racket and stood on the court.

In fact, it was his choice to bring the members to this fellowship event today. How hard have you been watching Hanwoojin, who hasn't stepped down against Roger Pedro at the Tokyo Open? How much I was immersed in my fists open sweat was full.

And now, the man was before his eyes.

Han Woo-jin was surprised to see his hand grasping Kim Jung-min's racket on the court.

"Ah, you're South Forne?"

"… Are you uncomfortable with me being left-handed? "

Kim Jung-min's voice mixed with light anxiety. There was a trend in Korea that it was not right to use the left hand. Of course, in modern times, that perception has faded, but there are still some who have bad perceptions of left-handed people.

Did. No wonder Hanwoojin wanted to be like that. Kim's eyes shook his eyes.

However, Hanwoojin side was only a new inspiration because of the left-handed player in a while.

"No way, John McEnroe and Jimmy Connors were South fort. Both of them are my favorite players. "

Jimmy Connors was especially homogeneous in that he had the same height. If you think about your talents or achievements, you dare not put them on the same line. Jimmy Connors, famous for his nickname "Jimbo," has been around since his retirement.

Unforgettable fans were many great seniors.

"Will it start slowly? Do you want to serve first? "

"I will do as you please!"

"Then do it first."

Han Woo-jin threw the ball lightly, and Kim Jung-min took it with both hands and set himself up. He wasn't stupid enough to know the difference in the four precedents he had lost before. Hanwoojin tried to do their best at their level.

It was no opponent. Then it was best to just sincerely hit.

"going!"

The ball flew from Kim Jong Min's hand. The wind began to cool and waved my hair. Hanwoojin looked over the net and thought this time was quite good.

* * *

Five sets with Surigo High School students, followed by six sets with fellow club members.

After a total of 11 sets of campaigns, Han Woo-jin could put his butt on the bench. First he picked up the bucket and drank it slowly, then put it down.

"Hou… It's been a long time since I have 11 sets. "

He mumbled, wiping off the sweat from the towel he had prepared. His nose, forehead, and temples were sticky with dry sweat. Not long hair was wet enough to get wet.

But Hanwoojin's breathing was not a bit rough. While I was sweating as I kept moving, it was evidence that my fitness wasn't really consumed. It also meant that the difference in skills between Hanwoojin and other people was huge.

The concept of physical dissipation by nature is not directly proportional to momentum. If you distribute the strength properly and move as designed, you will hardly lose any stamina.

To lose a lot of stamina all the time is due to unexpected events or mistakes. It was clear to know that boxing's most energy-consuming situation is not when you're running a lot on the ring, but when you're swinging punches.

'I still had enough. I can return my condition soon. '

In that sense, Hanwoojin never exhausted his stamina in vain. The rally didn't deviate from start to finish, and there was no case that the body moved so rapidly that its center of gravity collapsed. So the breath came back in a second

The state was intact, except that I sweated a bit.

Your senses recover faster than you think. Is it because of the increased stats, or do you not notice that your capacity is dull? There was nothing bad either way. Han Woo-jin relaxes after watching the people organize the banners after the event.

Turned on.

Rrrrr…

"uh? The bishop. "

The cell phone that was suddenly in my pocket began to cry. Han Woo-jin, who had no place to make a phone call, looked at the name on the LCD and shook her head for a while. I was wondering if it would be days if I told him to go and rest.

But it did not receive and could not be passed over. He pressed the call button and took the phone to his ear.

"Hello, bishop?"

[OK. How are you? The bandage was released long ago?]

"Yes, it's fine now. Today I have a parent club event so I came to help. "

If I chose Hanwoojin as the closest person except my family, the former director would be counted in three fingers. Spreading a complaint with such a person, naturally the call lengthened. It wasn't until the family members who had arranged the goods called him.

[okay. I'm glad you're doing well. Well, can you have some time next week? The report request is so inconceivable that it is still ignored.]

"Is it an interview?"

[Similarly, but different. Rather than make him deep enough like him, he's talking loudly. If you have a formal interview, you should have a new agent by your side. I don't know what pod gets caught.]

That was it.

Han Woo-jin nodded, feeling the empty seat of Shin Se-yeon.

Unlike him, who knew nothing but tennis, she was an all-rounder who could do anything. She was also in charge of interpreting and translating legal situations, as well as booking accommodation and transportation. And as I got more and more experience,

Even proficient began to combine.

'I was so lucky to meet Seyeon.'

The wild voice of the former director flowed into the ears of Han Woo-jin, who fell in love for a while. He could feel the lower tone, which had been a little bit earlier, sinking further.

[…] Whoo, and Woojin. Have you seen the form article?]

"Yeah? What article? "

Kim Hyung-hyun returned to Korea a few days earlier than Han Woo-jin. There was no news after that. But what kind of article did the former director lower his voice like this?

The former director, who hadn't talked for a while, sighed over the phone. It was a sigh that seemed to be conveyed by heavy feelings.

[Gnome, I think I'm going to retire.]

"… Are you a senior ?! "

Han Woo-jin was surprised at the news.

What he changed was not just the draw of the Tokyo Open.