Chapter 59.3 - Runaway Genius # 3

The match between Choi Yeon-hyuk and Jürgen Belzer, which began at exactly 5 pm, was over four hours. The sun tilted west was completely below the horizon. The Road Laver Arena's lighting is sunny

After disappearing, there was no shortage of lifting the darkness.

"Match won by Yeonhyeok Choi! 4-6, 3-6, 6-2, 5-7! "

And the development of this game did not go beyond what Han Woojin expected in the end.

Choi Yeon-hyuk won the game in the early stages of more perfection, winning two sets in a row, and regaining his strength by handing over three sets. Deuce in the 4th set was a little variable, but now Choi Yeon-hyuk

It wasn't enough for me to play.

He turned to Jurgen Belzer, who was waiting for himself, with Jurgen Belzer going down the court with a displeased face. In recent years, incidents have been in conflict, but nothing else could be relied on in distant lands.

"Good work, history. Let's take a short break with your neck or axle. It will take some time for everyone to fall out. "

"… OK, brother. "

It was not literally Choi Jun-sung. The exits were all over the place, so the flow was fast, but it would take some time for the crowds to fill the Road Laver Arena completely off the pitch.

It was.

Choi Yeon-hyuk showed a little sorry while tilting the bottle that Choi gave. Even though he was still overcoming his impatience, he was not aware of Choi's concern. Rather, Choi Yeon-hyuk himself knows better

It was.

'I'm sorry, Junsung. I know you shouldn't do this ... I can't stop it. '

With a bitter sign of why, he followed his tongue in his dry mouth again. The athlete's body, which has produced a large amount of sweat for a long time, absorbs huge amounts of water like dried fish. Even if I empty a whole 500ml pet and dry my mouth

It was.

Choi Yeon-hyuk silently took another PET bottle out of the bag. The two were able to capture the panoramic view of the Road Laver Arena, which was getting so quiet after the game. It can mean a lot to them in the sport of tennis.

There was only place. The corner of the grand slam, the venue of the Australian Open. The texture of the coat I had just stood still came to life.

"윽."

It was time to put a half empty PET bottle on the side seat. Choi Yeon-hyeok groaned without knowing the pain of hanging out the wrist. Fortunately, the sound was so low that Choi was immersed in a laptop without listening. Choi secretly swept through the chest

History has recently massaged around the stiff wrist.

At first, I thought it wasn't much, but now I could see signs of acute hay salt. The whole body was full of wrists as well. I haven't gone to the tennis elbow yet, but there is an intermittent slight pain from the elbow.

'At least the Australian Open is here.'

As Han Woo-jin thinks, Choi Yeon-hyuk was not completely out of line. At least the coolness was surely left. He recognized that his condition was not normal and realized that the limit of the Australian Open was that far. two days later

It was not in a condition to endure the 32 rounds.

"Hyung, please drop out the next game."

Choi Yeon-hyuk spoke with a low voice and turned down. It was because it was embarrassing to face concerned eyes of Choi Jun-seong. Would he not know if he was dumb enough to solo and believe that he was right?

No water

"I don't think it's going to be three rounds anyway. I will abstain quickly and wait for the next competition with a little bit of discomfort. "

"… Yes, I thought it well. So are you going to rest until the Australian Open is over? Where else do you want to go? "

"Yes, I will."

It was an unreasonable decision to play the game without rest. But he did. After at least two weeks, you will be ready for the next race. You have to participate in other competitions like this and you'll be defeated from the first game.

I could see clearly.

Seeing that he had not lost his minimal coldness, Choi gave a sigh of relief without knowing. If he had been compelled to go to the next game, he wanted to. As Han Woo-jin said, there is still room for reversal.

Seemed to.

'This is all for history.'

He moved his mouse, shedding Choi Yeon-hyuk overlooking the stadium with his half-eyed eyes. The laptop screen reminded me of an Excel file about Choi's next competition. Attach an attachment to the email creation screen

Choi Jun-sung put in the index finger.

Click.

* * *

As Choi Yeon-hyuk, who finished the game, was sitting in the audience seats, Han Woo-jin was waiting for Choi Jun-sung's contact with Shin Se-yeon. At the start of the third set, he left Melbourne Olympic Park.

2 hours to wait like that. After nine o'clock, he was a little anxious when he couldn't get in touch, but his cell phone started to ring suddenly. Han Woo-jin's hand, like a lightning bolt, grabbed the phone. Call button

Pressing was also almost simultaneous.

"Junseong brother?"

[Ujin, I sent my schedule as a new junior e-mail. I'll call you back as soon as the plan is ready.]

"Yeah. Don't worry, brother. … And how is your history? "

If you are going to play a game tomorrow, you can't wait to hear Hanwoojin's ear.

[Tomorrow's game is absent. It looks like I'm going to take a little rest… I don't know how long. But I don't know how to feel at all.]

"I guess so. Your body knows best. "

Though not comparable to precise medical diagnosis, the athlete's level sense can filter out even minute discomfort. I had to tap the area that hadn't been swollen beforehand.

Hanwoojin, who spoke a few more words, hung up shortly afterwards. Choi Joon-sung, still in Melbourne Olympic Park, had to go back to the hotel. It was not appropriate to talk with Hanwoojin for a long time.

When Hanwoojin put down his cell phone, Shin Se-yeon came up with a light blue short-sleeved tee to match the pleasant interior. She was waiting with the mailbox screen on as she had heard.

"I checked my e-mail. I think Choi's next tournament is the Brazilian Open. "

"Brazilian Open… "

Normal tennis competitions are named after the city. Seoul Open, Busan Open, Shenzhen Open, Sydney International, etc… But sometimes the name of the country was named. The official name of the ATP500 League and Tokyo Open

Like it was a Japan Open. In this case, the competition was likely large or representative of the country.

"Which city do you hold in?"

"São Paulo. The finals will start on February 10. At this time, you would be quite happy. It's going to be hard for me. "

In Brazil, where rainforests are lush, it is hot and humid, but in February it was quite rainy. Would there be more to say that half a month is raining? The good news is that the temperature is not very high.

Up. It was about the same temperature as Korea's early summer.

Han Woo-jin was sorry for seeing the bitter smile. Isn't she suffering from his stubbornness? However, Hanwoojin could not go to Brazil alone to complete the procedure. So again

It wasn't Shin Se-yeon to leave.

"But Woojin, do you need to meet Choi Yeon-hyuk on the court? If we talk about it separately… "

"This is not a problem that can be solved in words."

Hanwoojin shook his head halfway. If the problem is to be solved in this way, the former director and Choi Jun-sung were enough. He could not eat whatever he said in his ear, even without the advice of the two.

In addition, Han Woo-jin was unaware of exactly what Choi Yeon-hyuk's transformation was about, but he realized that he was fundamentally close to the cause. The eyes of the enemy I saw when I passed by the squad were enough for that reason.

left. Han Woo-jin meant that Choi Yeon-hyuk was transformed or equivalent.

"However… Isn't there any reason for you to do that? My company says it's the same, but it's a pro that you have to do it yourself. Choi Yeon-hyuk is no exception. "

"Well, yes."

"Yeah?"

It was Shin Se-yeon who was embarrassed when Han Woo-jin, who knew how to say a word, accepted. But he nodded without panicking. Because she was right. If that was someone other than Choi Yeon-hyuk, Hanwoojin himself

I didn't care.

What emotions he had for Choi was hard to define. Tokyo, envy, win-win, jealousy… Each of them had a lot of positives and negatives.

And Choi Yeon-hyuk, who couldn't meet in the past, was so different. It was not completed, and unlike the past, it was on its way out of the royal road. If you leave it alone,

I will not.

But if only one of the competitors who were heading for the summit had dwindled… It would have been nice too.

But for Han Woo-jin, Choi was not just one of his competitors. Before returning to the past, he was the only one he really made.

"It's good to be a junior or something like that. I just… I just can't let that idiot get lost and wander. "

Shin Se-yeon, listening quietly, opened his mouth. Her distinctive low voice was something that cools the human back with the night air, which is clearly different from daytime.

"… Can you win for sure? "

"In all likelihood. I don't know if it's perfect, but it's not that difficult if it's a history.

"You're losing one or two in the heat."

"Well… "

I could say that too. Han Woo-jin sneaked unnoticed. Her words, which seem to be grumpy, pointed to a sharper point than I thought.

Who would guarantee the victory against the same top ranker? Even Roger Pedro could not say that he won a hundred fights against Hanwoojin a hundred times. A game is a sudden prize in which luck is involved with the sum of your skills.

It was sulfur. Whatever the result, it was no wonder that some variables were involved.

It was the problem that Shin Se-yeon pointed out. If the Hanwoojin starts and loses a chance, he gets nothing and loses more. As an agent of Hanwoojin, she has been following the options that could only hurt her.

I could not give.

The silence in the room that had been around for a while was broken with a small sigh of Shin Se-yeon. Resignation, she said as she couldn't help but hand over her head.

"But you don't think it's radish?"

"… Sorry."

I could not back down. Even if it was a loss, it was for a single friend. He decided not to hesitate to go a long way in order to grab the neck of a fool out of the way.

However, she must apologize to her for unintentionally taking a rough road.

By the way, an unexpected response came back.

Kuwook.

"uh?"

The strange texture pressed Hanwoojin's brow to lean his head down. The touch, along with the feeble power, brought him up the road.

In the end, Han Woo-jin raised his head, and Shin Se-yeon's face was holding his forehead with his index finger.

"Hou, why are you apologizing?"

"My hard work is that Seyeon doesn't have to… "

"Ujin, I'm your agent. The advice is on your side, but the choice is yours, and I'm just following it. If you decide to do it, don't apologize. "

It was a stern face. Seeing her make a neat look like a school teacher, she laughed from somewhere in her heart. Didn't you apologize? Then there was a separate word to say.

Hanwoojin held Shinseyeon's index finger on his forehead instead of bowing his head again. Feeling the warmth in the rough palms, he opened his mouth.

"Thank you always. I'm glad Seyeon is my agent. "

She glanced at her tight eyebrows. Somehow faced like this was because the eyes were hot. Shin Se-yeon muttered in a small voice.

"… Would you do better if you knew? "

"Sure."

10 seconds? Maybe it was shorter.

Which one would it be? The laughter that popped out without anyone's first made the room noisy.

One month after the start of the season, Hanwoojin's first trip to Brazil was decided.