Chapter 62.3 - Bronze Statue # 3

Paang!

Once again, the ball landed at a distance away from Antonio's range. The powerful rotation on the ball is the driving force that pushes the fuselage hard when it comes into contact with clay. There was a reason why the bounds of the top spin became stronger.

"Game Ujin Han! Set won by Ujin Han, 6-2! "

"Oh shit!"

Antonio threw the racket as he burst out of anger. The referee seemed to be afraid to give warnings, but now he did not have enough room to care for such minor troubles. I was disappointed if I didn't expect

'What is that baby?'

After all, the arrival of Antonio Saretta was a question. It was also a question of how Han Woo-jin, who had a record of hard coats, could be so good at clay coats.

Although he listened while smoking, he remembered all the important details of the coach's briefing. I could think of two years since his debut as a pro, and a Korean who didn't know much about it. Seed recently

The news of winning the International was also caution. Although hard-court, I was tired of the sound of Naphael Radal.

But no matter how much, does it make sense to say that he's never played in clay court?

"It's so different from what you heard… coach."

10 minutes break between sets. Antonio looked back at Hanwoo Jin's movement, which overwhelmed him all the time with his strength drooping on the bench. I feel like I'm excited when I record service aces one after another.

The memory that had just been torn off.

The opponent's footwork was quite unique. Rather than sticking the soles of the soles to the ground, he moved his toes with a slight heel. It was optimized to use quick steps rather than exhausting all the effort.

'It looked pretty loose.'

But somewhere was lax. Although it was obviously fast, the stepping feet were shallow, making it hard to hit. Radal's style beauty

It seemed like a strange change.

Antonio was a big player in clay courts in his own way. Hanwoojin was able to capture the subtle loopholes that remained between the movements. So he bet. If you can only get through that weakness, this game

I believe it will end in victory.

And that was the biggest illusion.

"Hou, it was dangerous."

Hanwoojin sighed lightly as he drank water and wiped his sticky face with sweat. He was the overwhelming advantage in terms of scores, but it was because there were not many grievances without knowing.

He saw Antonio not far away, with his face wrapped in a grievous face. It's unbelievable that Clay, even with his geographic advantage, met this situation. Hanwoojin himself was wondering why this result.

'If I hadn't learned from Radal, I might have lost here.'

It wasn't a joke. He really thought so. Antonio Saretta showed the courtly skilled court play as Clay Court's expectant.

The footwork which shifts the center of gravity skillfully to the bound which bounces at an unexpected angle. None of the techniques could be reached by one morning. In particular, Sub & Bali, who used exquisite bounds to drive returns and won the game in Bali

Was a gem.

However, there was one fact that Hanwoojin overlooked the situation so precisely.

Even though the best clay court player, Rada, has taught, it's no ordinary thing to get used to clay in just a week.

I didn't know much about myself, but Hanwoojin's talent was not at all hopeless. All of his ignorant observation and tactical abilities were based on his natural talents. It wasn't a great talent, but if only it supported the environment

Even in the previous life would not have fallen so miserable.

Hanwoojin has no talent for enlightening himself, but his ability to observe and learn something was as good as others. Rather, it was excellent. If you have the right or the best text in front of you,

Could.

Could it be called a talent optimized for infusion teaching? Hanwoojin, who had been in the country full of unchanging players, had no chance to see such light.

Hanwoojin himself was not aware of the slight talent buds were blossoming in favor of a monster called Radal.

Who can teach you footwork at the angle of your wrist, even telling you how you know? If he had been instructed to call another clay court player, he would not have seen it as it is today.

"Set 2! Player Ready! "

At the referee's instructions, the two players got up again.

The hot red coat swung the haze like a snake's tongue. If left alone, it was hot enough that the coat would melt afterwards.

At first glance, on the surface of sweaty burning hell, a second set of turns opened.

* * *

In the end, no reversal occurred.

Hanwoojin imitated Radal's style as an attribute, so there was a little bit of awkwardness. Needless to say, Radall or Roger, it would have been a fatal weakness if the top 10 rankings in the world's top 10 were the opponents.

It was. They are strong men who don't miss a gap, only a few centimeters.

But Antonio Sarreta was a young man who still needed a few more years to reach that level. Talent and environment is not bad, you will be able to jump to the top ranker in five years.

In short, it means not today.

Paaang!

The last one went beyond Antonio's racket and beat the baseline. When Rally and Antonio were rallying, Hanwoojin's stroke was getting more precise. Compared to the time of the first set, you can see the difference

It was.

So it was a game.

"Game Ujin Han! Match won by Ujin Han! 6-2, 6-1! "

Only after the victory became clear did the two players loosen the racket they were holding. I ran for more than an hour under the sunshine, so I was out of jean. In addition, Antonio, who didn't win, was one more shot. The racket he was holding

Threw him to the bench with his bag.

"Mr. Saretta!"

"Yes, be careful from now on"

Antonio hurried to the back with a bitter voice of judgment and approached Hanwoojin across the net. Greetings after the game were basic courtesy. He was throwing a racket when he couldn't solve it very well, but

I never forgot the courtesy of the other country.

The hands of two players overlapped on a white net. One another is rough palms. The hands of those who have grabbed a racket, wielded it, and repeated it hundreds of times and thousands of times naturally become rough. Whatever rubber you put on the handle is inevitable

It was.

Han-woo-jin, who exchanged his handshake without much thought, opened his eyes to Antonio's voice.

"Mr. Han, may I ask you one question?"

""? Yes. "

What did you ask me during my first meeting? I wondered, but I did not cut it. Hanwoojin rolled his eyes and waited for Antonio.

He seemed to hesitate for a while and then threw out a trembling voice as if he was unsure.

"Are you really a genius? Moreover, Mr. Han heard that this was his first clay contest, how are you so good at clay that you haven't played in the pro league? "

""Well… . ""

Hanwoojin collected eyebrows without knowing it. You'll be asked if he's a genius.

Of course, it was a question that should be questioned by Antonio who didn't know the postwar situation, but it was too far for Hanwoojin to agree. He lost his youth without even seeing his weak talents. Now come to yourself

Jani, I couldn't say anything.

'You'll probably be several times better than me.'

Antonio Saretta is only in his early twenties. Less than three years after his professional debut, he was a promising player. Considering that Hanwoojin in those days was just the end inside NK ship, Antonio

It is clear that he is several times more talented than him.

The position of the stacks of coincidences, including system calibrations, was reversed. Hanwoojin would have had a hard time looking up, and he looked at himself with a displeased face and asked if you were such a genius.

But I couldn't answer the system straight away. So Han Woo-jin decided to put his mouth to Napael Radal, a friend who helped him adapt to Clay Court.

"There was a good teacher."

""teacher?""

Antonio's eyes widened whether there was no clutter. He remarked whether he thought it was a joke or scorned it. The hand that was holding it was long after which Saturn had fallen.

"What a great man you would teach, how would you run a coat that you haven't played a few times?"

Even the sarcasm was a mixed question, but Hanwoojin replied with a calm voice. He truly thought that today's victory came from Radal.

"King."

""… I beg your pardon? What do you say now? ""

It was no longer necessary to speak up. Hanwoojin turned his back from Antonio. Seeing the horsetails seemingly incredible, I mean, it seemed to me.

There's only one player named Clay in Clay.

When I got off the court, I received a nice reminder message from Hanwoojin's ear. The system's notification window, which always celebrates victory before anyone else.

[Great play! You won the first clay court match in the ATP250 League!]

[Increases strength by 1 for the first victory in Clay Court.]

[You won the clay court. The experience of the skills used will be added.]

[ATP250 League championship achievement exists. Subtract some of the acquisition experience.]

'Okay, much better than expected.'

Han Woo-jin held his fists as he packed up. I didn't expect any rewards because the ATP250 league had already played several times. But for the first time, I got a stat for winning the clay court.

Will it be? In many ways, it was a happy miscalculation.

Later, if I could afford it, it would be okay to participate in a grass court competition and get a reward. Hanwoo Jin, whose stats are close to 70, could not improve her physical ability through normal training.

Unexpected income was earned from the tournament found because of Choi Yeon-hyuk. He walked with a brighter face. I thought that the schedule that caused Shin Se-yeon to the crowd might come back profitably.

Still like a well-heated iron plate, with a glaring clay coat behind, Han Woo-jin climbed the stairs to the audience seats.