Brazil, especially São Paulo, is a month of heavy rain. The average rainfall was 217mm with rainy season boasting 16 days of precipitation. Brazilian Open, held for over a week, has never rained
There was no coincidence.
"··· but this is too much."
Quarreung!
Before the words of Han Woo-jin were finished, a thunderous thunder shook the world. The thunderbolt is proportional to rainfall, but the lightning in Brazil was amazing. As I came from the hotel to the convention hall,
G. The outside scenery flashing when I had a gap didn't even look good.
In addition, rainfall was also moderate. The rain, like a hole in the sky, began to fall around dawn, drawing the wake-up time for Hanwoojin, who was sleeping well. The pouring rain drops on the whitish curtain
It was a spectacular view to cover the view.
"Is it going to stop or stop the game because of the rain?"
Shin Se-yeon clouded her horse, looking at the rain outside with anxiety.
Although the stadium in the Brazilian Open was so good, the ceilings to prevent rain were installed at the moment, but the moisture flowing through the windows and doors could not be prevented. Clay has a rough coat texture when it gets wet
This was a rougher coat.
"It probably won't happen."
But like her wish, it was unlikely that the game would be interrupted because of rain.
Several games already arranged in front of Hanwoojin began and ended in this environment, and it seemed inevitable that it was a country familiar with such rainfall from the usual times. Instead of a few days trying to avoid rainy days in Brazil,
For a few more weeks.
'There is only one thing that makes me uncomfortable, but ···'
Han Woo-jin, Choi Yeon-hyuk or Clay Court's experience was never much. Unlike Han Woo-jin, who is the first time this time, Choi Yeon-hyuk has been in the clay contest a few times, but his performance was not so good. Moisten moisture
Gold and clay coats will be the cause of the ankle.
There was no need to look far. The ball bounced in a strange direction several times in the middle of the game, which is now being held in front of two people. Han Woo-jin, who is quite used to Clay's bounds, as well as the player who hit the ball
I made a look. It also meant that the feeling was quite different from the usual coat.
Neither hard coat nor clay coat. Today, the red coat that the two men exchanged for has become an unfamiliar land.
"I learned a few days from Radal, so I didn't want to take advantage of the court, but ... I'm back for the first time."
He squeezed low and scratched his hair drooping with moisture. Which bird was quite long, the sports cut squeezed out between the fingers.
'I'll cut it again after this contest.'
In Korea, he loved the Blue Café, which is famous for cutting his hair neatly. Hanwoojin is not interested in the shape of his hair or clothes. As a result, naturally comfortable and cool sports cuts became the basic hair.
Thanks to you, wasn't he caught a head in the army?
It was the voice of the referee declaring the whereabouts of victory or defeat, returning Han Woo-jin, who had been in another thought for a while, to the stadium. The voice of the referee, who flowed out through the loudspeaker, struck by the damp air, pounded the audience's eardrum.
Game Agustin! Match won by Agustin Canelli! 6-3, 4-6, 5-7!]
Maybe Augustine won. Hanwoojin glanced down as he checked his coat.
"··· You won the game."
"Yes, it's Woojin's turn."
As she said, the next game was his turn. Perhaps after 10 minutes of clearing the court, the game will be played. Although it was a Brazilian visit for Choi Yeon-hyuk, it was a game that had its own meaning. Naturally, the fist was clenched and the pulse was shaking in the palm of the hand.
'I'm far from mature yet.'
Han Woo-jin raised his body with a bitter smile that leaked out of my mind. In spite of the cool air from the morning, the body, heated like a well-heated iron, did not know how to cool. It's hard to sit still like now
It was.
"Would you go now?"
Shin Se-yeon's two eyes are quiet as he always looks up. If you think about it, she always did. He waited to speak first and supported what he decided to do. God in the hot and damp center of Brazil
Seyonman was a surefire ally.
So let's think in her face as trustworthy.
"I'll win soon."
Hanwoojin moved toward the battlefield where he first met his life.
* * *
[Hanwoojin]
Strength (Strength) 67 (+2) / Stamina 67 / Agility 67
HP 2600/2680 SP 930/930
Forehand: 16/20
Backhand: 11/20
Serve: 17/20
Volley: 14/20
Smash: 12/20
Dropshot: 12/20
Lob: 11/20
Special Skills: Stinger (Sub / Step 2), Slug (Smash)
Just before climbing the court, Hanwoojin nodded his head with a satisfying look. It was a luxury to want more than this. The heterogeneity of the courts was a common penalty for each other.
'My body is the best right now. Even if you take a rest here, it's just good. '
The health consumed in the first round with Antonio recovered after a leisurely two rounds of victory. Muscle and ligament wasn't an area of control, nor was it just a day or two of rest. Consider that
Today's Hanwoojin was literally perfect.
He checked lightly by swinging the racket a few times, and turned to Choi Yeon-hyuk, who was looking at the racket just like himself. Choi Yeon-hyuk's appearance and status window penetrated almost simultaneously into the deeply sunk eyes.
[Choi Yeon-hyuk] (fatigue)
Strength 64 (-5) / Health 67 (-5) / Agility 65 (-5)
HP 2110/2680 SP 890/890
Forehand: 15/20
Backhand: 10/20
Serve: 13/20
Volley: 14/20
Smash: 12/20
Dropshot: 12/20
Lob: 13/20
Special Skills: Slippers (Volley), ???
"... but it's a little better."
After withdrawing from the Australian Open, it seemed to have taken a break. The strength fell, and the item marked [Very tired] had no emphasis on "very."
HP was exhausted, but it was enough. Hanwoojin also had a similar level of consumption if they played both first and second rounds with Antonio.
The story is a bit contradictory, but Hanwoojin's feelings were the relief when he saw Choi's status window. He was really relieved to know that Choi's performance was intact.
Han Woo-jin came to take down Choi Yeon-hyuk, not to step on the easy foothold.
At the same time as the two players stepped up the court, the referee snarled and positioned the courts. Han Woo-jin was on the right and Choi Yeon-hyuk was on the left.
"Ujin Han on my right! Yeonhyeok Choi on my left! "
Immediately followed by coin toss. Judgment seemed to be a bit hard to sit in the damp air. Deeply bent fingers like a frowned brow hurriedly flipped the coin.
ping!
"Head."
"Oh, Tail."
Suddenly, unruly memories passed by. In the test league, did Choi Yeon-hyuk win the rock-paper-scissors and take the serve?
While Han Woo-jin was briefly upset, the referee who confirmed the face of the coin fell again screamed. Of course, it was the contents that informed who held the serve.
"Ujin Han to Serve! Player Ready! "
This time I won
As if giving and receiving, Sub-Kwon rolled into Hanwoojin's hand. The feel of the ball filling my palm was subtly wet because of my mood. Perhaps the moisture that soaked into the stadium was a bit wet.
'As well as this, it's all similar.'
As if it proved that moisture does not only damage a certain ball, even if a few people changed the ball, the texture of the palm was no different. Even if you keep it in a closed place, it will start to get wet again after it is removed.
Would not have been.
In the end, Han Woo-jin, who gave up picking up a good ball, set his posture and the referee announced the start of the game.
"Love All (0: 0)! Play! "
Han Woo-jin once stumbled at Choi Yeon-hyuk, who was posing across the net without throwing the ball. The wet clay coat would be unfamiliar to him and to himself. So if you can hit the ball first and watch the reaction
Woojin was in a favorable position.
Therefore, Han Woo-jin was able to activate the character without any hesitation.
'The batter.'
[Increases Strength Stat by 3 for 1 stroke]
[Applied to the serve. The restraint of the serve increases.]
[1 second stiffness will be charged immediately after stroke]
With power from the start.
The stinger didn't have to score. If Han Woo-jin's guess is correct, it will take quite a while for Choi to respond properly to his serve. The moment the rhythm hit roughly, Hanwoojin raised his arm.
The ball left the palm and the racket ripped off the wind.
Paaang!
Straight track, flat.
Likened to a baseball pitch was a fastball thrown into a fastball. Only one speed to test opponent's physical. Just as baseball prefers 100 mile features, users of high-speed serve are treated as well in tennis.
It was.
And Han Woo-jin was a player who was able to meet the standard of hospitality.
Paang!
"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"
The ball bounced off the court with no time to react. It didn't take much time to spin, but the enormous thrust on the ball created a horrible bound.
"··· 하하."
Choi Yeonhyeok lamented lightly, not chasing the disappeared ball out of sight. I was aware that my feelings fell a bit, but I can't miss the flat serve coming in from the front. Han Woo-jin has fully awakened his alertness with only one room.
Choi Yeon-hyuk's eyes, which had not seen high-speed serve in the past few months, would literally be nothing more than a flash. No matter how hard you train, your senses will be dull without stimulation.
In addition, Hanwoojin's data recorded inside him was all that was made at the time of the test league. He reasonably understands Hanwoojin's advanced skills, but the body remembers the memory of the day he faced more clearly. blood
Geographic memory is surprisingly longer than people think.
Hanwoojin's bar was also there. He and the current Hanwoojin during the test league were completely different characters. From physical ability to technical competence and accumulated experience, there was no comparison.
So it's helpless until the eyes catch up.
Paaang!
"Thirty Love (30: 0)!"
Successive fastballs quickly leave Choi's service coat. Han Woo-jin did not intend to be bound by the angle, but Choi Yeon-hyuk could not be read because it was not read. Peach Court's penalty is the same
The reason was revealed.
Until the other two rooms were finished, Choi Yeon-hyuk could not revive his senses. I couldn't forgive months of crushing in just one game.
"Game Ujin Han! Court Change! "
Service Ace 4 hits.
Choi Yeon-hyuk stepped past a game that can be called humiliation. There were more steps taken to move the court than they did all four points. I thought it was ridiculous.
"Ha, you've been looking for it."
Choi Yeon-hyuk laughed with a shameful face. This was a foreign head.
In the professional world, where weak diets are commonplace, the ones who showed weaknesses are wrong. Choi Yeon-hyuk, who messed up his body care and went through an unreasonable schedule, seemed to have a defenseless nape. There was no way to blame Hanwoojin for trying to get it.
So let's laugh here. By using their cunning and their dumbness as a snack.
"Yes, I don't want to lose it."
In just four months, the subtle weight held by Choi's mouth tail fell off. The refreshing smile of the previous day, staying in boyhood, found home.
One set score 1-0.
The game was just after it started.