Chapter 54.2 - Unstoppable foot # 2

The outstretched hand captures the texture of the racket over the bag. As soon as the racket's rubber grip was wrapped around Hanwoojin's hands, a series of letters and numbers appeared in his head as always.

[Choi Yeon-hyuk] (very tired)

Strength 64 (-8) / Stamina 68 (-8) / Agility 65 (-8)

HP 1320/2720 SP 850/850

Forehand: 15/20

Backhand: 10/20

Serve: 13/20

Volley: 14/20

Smash: 12/20

Dropshot: 10/20

Lob: 11/20

Special Skills: Slippers (Volley), ???

'What is this,'

Han Woo-jin, who looked into Choi's status window, lost his word for a while. The speed of the opponent's development was astounding because the figures fluctuated well beyond the standard.

'No matter how genius it sounds like?'

He could see for himself what he meant by being cold.

Compared to the rewards that Hanwoojin earned at the Tokyo Open, it was a bit droopy, but it was bizarre that the comparison was possible at first. Choi's achievements were closer to evolution than development.

Let's say that there is a gradual increase in strength, strength, and agility. Enhancement of physical capacity can happen whenever the potential is sufficient. Still in the early 20s and mid, it is time for youth to be in full swing. The reaction speed is a little

There was room for improvement.

'No matter how talented you are, if you go beyond a certain level of skill, it will take time. ! '

The skill level only 6 total. It was also lacking, so there was one more skill in the special technology category. That means you have one more level of skill that you can be proud of wherever you go.

Hanwoojin could not understand the common sense. The growth of the system was tolerated because it is "emergency." The ridiculous publicity, even the unreasonable growth of the human body in the first place was the force that left reason to understand.

But Choi's case was different. He was blessed with reason to increase his skills based on his genius. It is the character occupied by the strong since birth. Is there such a lack of existence and grows at a speed that is close to the shortcut?

I even thought it was a foul.

While he was unable to speak for Choi's shocking change, he was talking to Choi Yeon-hyuk first, whether Han Woo-jin, who had been standing for nothing, looked strange.

"Hey, Woojin? Why is it so suddenly? "

"Ah. sorry. I have something for a moment. "

"What if you are absent? Care about it. "

Fortunately, the response was not late. Han Woo-jin's flimsy excuse, Choi Yeon-hyuk just laughed and accepted the words. The atmosphere is a little different, but the basics are the same. Choi's smile did not seem to change. It looks like you've lost some weight.

Except that the clown is a little highlighted.

However, Han Woo-jin could read the subtle differences. There was a lot of time to share, and the unique analytical power added to the power of the system, so quite a few people could look into the skin as if he had peeled off a few layers.

'It's not because of the mood. It's a completely different person than a month ago. '

Hanwoojin's eyes narrowed even though he talked about the light farmland streets as before. It may seem like you've lost some weight on the outside, but what you really need to look inside was Choi Yeon-hyuk. A human atmosphere

The change comes from the inside rather than the outside.

A person does not hide himself inside unexpectedly. Rather, it was easy to see.

Height of voice, change of complexion, angle of arm and leg, eye movement, position of eye, etc. A behavioral psychologist who was good at it could have figured out the opponent completely with only 10 to 15 minutes of conversation.

Of course, Hanwoojin did not reach that level. But even simple analysis was possible.

"You've been traveling around the world? How was the air in Europe? "

"Do you mean France? Well, nothing special. I couldn't adjust because the weather was so splendid, but it was okay to see it. "

It's not a big deal but your eyes won't rest. Han Woo-jin obtained information by observing Choi Yeon-hyuk's every single struggle. The tight arms, the body leaning obliquely against the wall, the muscles that are not relaxed even though they are hanging.

'The margin is gone. Should I say it became sharp? '

It was Choi Yeon-hyuk, who had no distance from anyone before. My Face doesn't care whether your opponent is approaching or away.

There was always free air around him. Maybe it was the reason why even Hanwoojin didn't feel rejected when he wasn't used to being close to someone.

But now he stood as if he touched a veil. The wind was blowing softly and was wrapped around like a rough wind. It was that kind of tension that would immediately fill your eyes as soon as you entered your gap.

And muscles that have always been relaxed repeat the contraction as if you could use any force. Unlike the past, where you are waiting for your opponents effortlessly, it feels like a predator.

"Maybe there was a lot of work? If you see him coming for over a month. "

"… What are you doing? "

In response to Hanwoojin's question thrown in a floating manner, Choi Yeon-hyuk cast a shadow on the face and blurted her words. What did you see as you traveled abroad alone without even an agent? No matter how close you are to others, there was no way for Hanwoojin to know.

The painting of the two ended shortly afterwards. Han Woo-jin realized that there was no room for finding anything. In the end, he could only look into it.

The atmosphere has lost room.

It's poised to change sharply.

His eyes seemed to be lying in front of him.

Looking at Choi Yeon-hyuk moving away from the opposite passage, Han Woo-jin wriggled several eyebrows.

'Much more dangerous.'

I sweated from my clenched fist.

It seemed like it was yesterday, but I was caught behind Sangar. Hearing hallucinations like something growling in the back of the head.

But one thing was clear.

― Now Choi Yeon-hyuk clearly sees Hanwoojin.

* * *

As usual, Han Woo-jin, who finished training as usual and suddenly talked with Choi Yeon-hyuk, stepped out of the team. On a heavy squat day, the gait naturally collapses. I'm getting wet

It fell like a heavy mop.

'What are you doing now?'

Hanwoojin thought lightly as he passed the usual landscape. He had no other hobby besides tennis, so he had no time to rest. Parents who watched him wait for training time at home, said,

Had. Thanks to this, all the movies released this quarter were Han Woo-jin. Thanks to having lived in a movie for the past 10 years, there has never been an accident.

"… I'm already here. "

The distance between the house and the team was so close that I returned home before I even remembered anything. He opened the door, hoping to spend some time eating something.

"Oh, did you take longer than you thought?"

"Yeah. I talked to a friend I met for a long time. "

His mother, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, greeted him. Han Woo-jin, who answered her question, dropped her racket bag and began to remove the clothes she wore because of the cold weather.

When the top and bottom of the suit was left on the floor, the cell phone cried in the jacket pocket I took off first.

'Who is it?'

The first thing that came to mind was the question. There was no one to call. But his hands responded faster than the question. Hanwoojin's thumb pressed the call button before the phone ringed twice.

"Hello?"

[Oh, me, Woojin. I'm doing well?]

"Seyeon? long time no see."

Han Woo-jin responded with a surprising voice. It was quite a long time to hear the voice. I haven't talked in the last month because they let each other get in touch with each other's breaks. The two talked about each other's recent situation and released the issue.

However, there was a person who looked at Hanwoojin's appearance with strange eyes. It is Lee Soo-yeon, the mother who was watching Hanwoo-jin talking on the phone.

[Ujin, are you in Seoul? Can I see your face in a little while?]

"I'm always fine. Then to a nearby cafe… book?"

Han Woo-jin, who always wanted to make an appointment in a cafe-like place, turned his head, feeling the collar pulled near the back neck. There was not a gentle face on the face, but a mother whose face was not smiling.

He asked why he called him in a small voice. Even if it's urgent, don't you have to interrupt your call?

"Mom, why?"

"Why? Are you talking to the girl named Shin Se-yeon last time? "

"By the way… ? "

In front of Han Woo-jin, who was screaming at her head because she didn't know what it was, she began to speak loudly as if she would be heard by Shin Se-yeon with her face on her mop.

"What do you do? Woojin, do you think it's hard for Mom to take care of her because she suddenly made an appointment? "

"uh? What is that, "

"So go out and eat this evening. Okay?

After a quick talk, the mother fell far before Hanwoojin said anything more.

Shin Se-yeon's voice came from his cell phone in his ear, which was standing with a fisheye in a sudden situation.

[Um, there, Woojin? If you haven't had dinner yet, it's okay to see it at the restaurant.]

I see now.

Hanwoojin sighed and replied, looking back at his mother, who stepped back to the kitchen corner and raised her thumb.

"… Then do you want to see around Sincheon Station? "

[Yes, is it okay if we have roughly 6 pm?]

Swipe watch It is the time when 15 minutes have passed even after 5 o'clock. The ship wasn't so hungry yet, and it was time to spare. His house is between Jamsil Station and Sincheon Station, no longer than 10 minutes on foot.

"I do that. I'll call you back later. "

[I'll check out the restaurant. Woojin, please prepare slowly.]

"I see. Thank you for your care. "

Han Woo-jin, who spoke a few more words, put down his mobile phone with a broken face. He crumpled his face toward his mother, who was still looking at him with his thumb up. I never imagined this kind of interference coming in.

The sharp image of Han Woo-jin makes a pretty scary face when he crumples his face, but his opponent is his mother, Lee Soo-yeon. Rather, he smirk and knocked on Hanwoojin's shoulder.

"Is all our sons big? I have a date with a pretty lady, huh? "

"Mom, with Seyeon… "

"Originally, we're going to be friendly with each other. It's never uncommon to be such a true lady in the world these days. Do not regret later, wash your clothes or particles, come out quickly. "

"Oh, mom!"

"hurry!"

Han Woo-jin didn't win the mother's torch and entered the bathroom with his shoulders drooping.

Take off your clothes, hang the shower, and adjust the water temperature.

Once washed out of the squad, but that was only roughly sweaty.

It's a quick and dry shower that's unique to men, using sweat to wash their sweat and rinsing their hair with shampoo.

In addition, because of his personality, which was not usually interested in dressing, the toiletries placed on the squad did not have toiletries except soap and shampoo. So I didn't use anything other than the soap and shampoo I brought.

If it wasn't for Shin Se-yeon, I would have picked up soap as usual. Hanwoojin's hand, which was reaching for soap as usual, jumped and stopped.

"Well… . "

Very briefly, Han Woo-jin, who had a subtle look, was screaming.

After looking at the toiletries around him for a while, he finally picked up a light-blue barrel labeled Body-Wash.

It was a mint flavor.