Chapter 62.1 - Bronze Statue # 1

Name:God Of Tennis (MTL) Author:Leonia
Sao Paulo.

This city name, which may sound quite unfamiliar, points to the Brazilian first city. Those who don't know much about Brazil often think of Rio de Janeiro, the most famous city. Or Sao Paulo is one of the

There are never a few people who think of Sao Paulo as the capital of Brazil.

Of course, the capital, Brasilia, was small enough not to fit in the status of capital.

But Sao Paulo's development far exceeded the expectations of the Brazilian government. Until the 21st century, all of Brazil's first cities and capitals belonged to Rio de Janeiro.

Of course, it was rather strange to become one of the largest cities in the entire Southern Hemisphere.

The deteriorated farmland was only covered in decades of commercial facilities and roads. It has been transformed into a large city with a larger population than Seoul Metropolitan Government. Thanks to this, even though the side effects are not easy, it can be replaced with this development.

It was clear that cotton was the right business.

In the general perception of developed countries, South America was still a developing country. The region, which consists of Colombia, Peru, Argentina, and Brazil, had yet to be considered as a developed country. That

Brazil, the best of them, was no exception.

But São Paulo, Brazil's largest city, was free from such perceptions. As a center of industry, well-maintained transportation facilities and numerous concrete buildings were built on the deserted plains.

You can call yourself a city above.

Choi, a five-star hotel where Choi Yeon-hyuk is now visiting the Brazilian Open, was also one of the lodgings created with the revolution. As they support all activities on NK ships, they are over 300,000 won per night.

The hotel also stayed in a suite.

However, the atmosphere in the room did not look as good as the interior.

"So what happened with me and Woojin?"

Choi Yeon-hyuk came back after a light running while looking down at the night view. Even if the body does not have sex, just relax and stiffen. I felt that I had a little bit of dinner, so I had a bit more heat than usual.

Suddenly the news came to me and the blood had cooled.

Choi replied, scratching the side of the sideburns with no face. It wasn't unwilling to lie in this way, but I believed it would eventually be for Choi Yeon-hyuk, the player in charge.

"Yeah, Woojin didn't know that either. I didn't contact you until after the draw. Now either of them has given up on the competition ...

Although it was aimed at, it was not wrong. If you give up a contest that has already passed the deadline, the place is suddenly empty. Injuries and other things that can't be pitched, such a misunderstanding inside the squad

There was a glare from the association.

In addition, Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyuk were the targets for this year's Grand Slam. Not to mention the ATP league, I had to win points without missing a challenger league. If one complete competition is lost, time wasted

It hurts.

"There is no competition around here. Then there's no place to go step by step. "

"Maybe it is. The Argentinian side became the portrait collection by the sound of Radall's participation. "

The only alternative, the Argentine Open, was an indispensable option as Napael Radall cast the ball. It's Claycott Radal who has to fold even Roger Pedro. You can't even play a game as soon as you face such a monster.

There was even the possibility of losing.

There was no place to leave. Clash with Hanwoojin at the Brazilian Open, or step back. Either way, I did not like him. Choi Yeon-hyuk first put a hand on the paper on the table with the idea

Stretched.

'The 32 rounds will go away, and the 16 rounds are not difficult either way. The problem is ... I'm meeting with Woojin in the quarterfinals. '

Quarterfinals were too vague.

Rather, it wasn't bad if it was a draw in the finals. If you win, you win and you lose runner-up. If you win, you can get the best results, and even if you lose, you can get points. But the quarterfinals are not even dozers

It was called stage.

Han Woo-jin has grown at a terrible pace and is now a difficult opponent to judge. Even if I win, I won't get anything if I lose. If Choi Yeon-hyuk is coldly interested in understanding, here's a shot from the Association

At the same time, it was right to step back. Nowadays, I have had time to rebuild my squeaky body more often.

However···

"I can't help it."

"Is there no intention to abstain?"

"It's the same with each other. You don't have to step back first. "

Pride caught the ankle. The scar left by a few words of Roger, which certainly had no malice, swept away.

Choi Yeon-hyuk himself knew as a head.

Roger didn't ignore him,

It was weird that he made the qualifications at will.

But his heart was shouting.

I'm stronger, I'm better

Do not look at Woojin and look at me.

A lifetime of genius has raised something inside Choi Yeon-hyuk that he didn't even realize. Something Hanwoojin realized in a long time through his painting with Choi Yeon-hyuk was awakened by an external stimulus.

* * *

Unfortunately for Hanwoojin, there was no single direct flight from Australia to Brazil. Inevitably, two people on a flight from Sydney to Rio de Janeiro via the United States fly nearly 40 hours

I had to spend it inside. It was a long two-day journey that totaled up to the time spent at the stopover.

At least I was in a business class where I could take a big break, so I thought it would be hard to get some money. Hanwoojin was grateful for the support of the Saesam team.

But even before the two so liberated enjoyed freedom, the muggy air outside the airport greeted them.

"··· It's too hot."

It was different from the room where air-conditioning wind stayed. Occasionally, the blowing wind reminded me of the warm air. Han Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon looked at the outside with the sun shining over them with an angry look. At first glance, a girl who blooms

It wasn't normal from the crotch.

Rio de Janeiro, with an average peak temperature of 30.2 degrees, was a steamer in February. It was the hottest month of the year, and the tropical inherent moisture, though, is a high level of discomfort.

I thought Australia, which was a few days ago, was pretty hot, and it was completely over the mountains.

"Seyeon, are you not going to walk from here?"

The paved road that extends beyond was even bent because of the tremendous amount of haze. It was not brave to walk under that sunshine, but it was foolish. If you have physical strength, even Korean woojin will never be left behind.

It was scary to step on.

Fortunately, Shin Se-yeon bowed to his question. She occasionally swung from side to side as if there were someone waiting. The shade of the airport building prevented the sun from shining down.

Was it roughly 10 minutes?

Far away, a familiar car appeared.

'She's probably waiting for me.'

Suspending the distinctive alphabet H emblem, the vehicle squeaked in front of the two in a fairly smooth turn. The driver was pretty much looking to be a driving person. The driver's seat opens scaringly and the skin is dark

A crab-burned Korean man stepped down to the ground.

"I'm sorry for being late. You're Han Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon's agent? "

"Yes, thank you for coming."

He exchanged business cards with Shin Se-yeon with skillful gestures and approached Hanwoo-jin to shake hands. Looking closer I was younger than I thought. Is it because of the sun in Brazil? 5 years old,

It seemed younger.

"Nice to meet you. I am Park Hyung-seok who works for the NK C & T São Paulo branch. "

"It's Hanwoojin."

"Well, it's going to be a lot hotter, so come on. Let's talk slowly. "

He put two people in the car and quickly got into the driver's seat. The inside of the car was completely different from the outside thanks to the air conditioner. Hanwoojin, who felt his breath opening wide, hung down on the soft seat. Meanwhile, Shin Se-yeon began to talk with Park Hyung-seok of the driver's seat.

"Is Park this volunteer?"

"Yes, I've been a bit stiff these days. I was the first to apply that I could walk around and watch a tennis game. "

"Yes. I wouldn't be forced to send you a job title like interpreter. "

As I listened, Park Hyung-suk seemed to be used as an interpreter for Hanwoojin. So far, Hanwoojin wasn't sure what language Brazil was speaking. He looked at Shin Se-yeon with a stubborn look and asked.

"Interpreters, don't Brazil speak English?"

"Yeah. There are a few people who use it, but they usually use Portuguese. Portuguese is similar to Spanish but a little different, so a little local came to help. "

"Aha···."

Finally convinced Hanwoojin nodded. It was Shin Se-yeon who can speak four languages, but Portuguese was not included. That's why we asked for help from an interpreter and a person who could act as a guide at the same time. Step

Hiring local people was a risky task.

Brazil was strictly a country designated by the Korean Ministry of Foreign Affairs as an area to consider travel. It was not a place for tourists who were accustomed to the high level of security in Korea.

Do you need to say more, even when you are asked to watch out for night buses? I didn't even know where the rats and birds would go without knowing the local guides or illegal taxis without any warranties. Liu

In slum dwellings in De Janeiro, gangs are occupied and are fighting with police and heavy weapons.

It was then.

RRRR

Hanwoojin ringed the phone loudly, which he had never put in his bag. It was a cell phone that almost lost contact when I went abroad. If your phone rings outside of Korea, you don't get most of them

I could see who the caller was.

Former director has nothing to call, and Shin Se-yeon sits next to him. Then there was only one person to call.

The only contender, Joon-sung Choi, who led the clash between Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyuk at the Brazilian Open was the only one.

"Junseong brother?"

Not surprisingly, Choi Joon-Sung's voice came out from the mobile phone with a deep sigh. His words were not very long. Only a few words.

[··· Ujin, I only believe in you.]

"···Yeah."

The call was over.

Hanwoojin looked down at his cell phone for a while and returned it to his bag silently. There was nothing to call anyway.

Two days before the opening of the Brazilian Open.

For the first time since debuting as a pro, the days of encountering two Korean deities were approaching.