Chapter 96.3 - Roland Garros # 3

Leonard's appreciation of the ball and slug for the second time, still a nightmare in a corner of the brain, was simple. The heavy weight conveyed through the racket, and the pressure applied to the finger, guessed the power of the harness.

'Heavy!'

The nightmares of the past have revived from the senses at your fingertips. Painful wrist pain, lightening racquet weight, and empty texture hovering over empty hands. It was a memory I could not forget even after two years.

But Hanwoojin was not the only thing that changed.

Leonard's thick right hand, holding onto the handle of the racket, was hanging underneath. It was his way to prepare for the unknown accident. Apparently, the racket did not seem to come out of hand like it used to be. Go to the moment

At a close moment, a faint smile sprang from Leonard's mouth.

'No matter how hard you put your ball on it, you can't push a two-handed racket.'

That was correct. Although special technology is great, it does not exert a force beyond the laws of physics. Like the exaggerated techniques in the comics, it was never possible to break the bones of a hit opponent or pierce a string.

How much do you bounce off a racket with your hands? If you want to try it, you should use iron balls instead of soft balls, so you could discuss the possibility.

"Suck!"

But Leonard's lips were embarrassed. He was successful in receiving the ball, but the momentum of the slug did not fade away.

Of course the bright color is a special technique. It doesn't change that much more than common sense. The ball hit the racket's strings, the frame and its borders, ignorantly advancing and pushing Leonard's racket. Hit the ball out of the sweet spot

The penalty received was returned with excessive weight.

'I expected the trajectory in its own way, but ...

Surprisingly, Leonard penetrated the slug principle almost completely. I couldn't figure out how to use it, but I figured out what made this weight work. His talent was not so difficult.

Disruption of RBI. The ball's orbit is slightly twisted just before it hits the racket. A slight departure from the sweet spot would have increased the burden on the player's wrist.

So I adjusted the angle of the racket I picked up, but the change in the ball was much more intense than expected. Leonard was unknown, but Hanwoojin's power was enormous than he was two years ago.

Soon, the ball and racket competition reached its critical point.

···hem!

The sound of the beep that was only momentary ended. The time elongated due to concentration has regained its original pace.

'The ball? Where is the ball? '

Leonard turned his eyes hard to chase the bouncing ball. At the last moment he felt a slight push of the racket. I didn't feel good. Although he barely passed the net, it was not a situation to consider the impact point.

Subsequently, the eyes of all the judges, the audience, and Hanwoojin were busy chasing the moment of conflict. It was not so difficult for their eyes to catch up. Maybe you've used up all your power to push Leonard's racket,

The job was not so fast thanks to.

The ball crashed off the court.

"" "······" ""

A moment of silence covered the intestines. Leonard is exhausted and Hanwoojin exhales a sigh of relief. The first to overcome the situation that no one else was making was the judgment that ended his work and did not forget it. That

Jumped up and declared the end of two sets.

"Game Ujin Han! Set won by Ujin Han, 6-4! "

Following the first set, the second set also fell to Hanwoojin's grip.

The next three sets followed by one and two sets. Leonard's loss of motivation was one of the reasons, but the root cause was separate. When pure Hanwoojin's capabilities exceeded that of Leonard.

It was a door. One set of superiority represented the same difference in skills between the two.

After finishing three sets with a score of 6-3, Han Woo-jin looked across the corner with a puzzle. It was because I felt puzzled before joy in a game that was too empty than I thought. That's just a little bit better than two years ago.

did. Almost did not grow was a good level.

'why? Was the season off so deadly? '

It was not at all unfounded. The term, which can be replaced by the term off-season and rest period, was much more real than a profitable player's skill. By the way, the word "rest" here means harsh training or friendly matches.

It is assumed that it is the following story except back.

Season offs for tennis players are generally short. Rather than taking a long break, it is basic to break several times in short. It was a break for professional tennis players to be short, weekly, no longer than two months.

Han Woo-jin, who recalled Leonard Sweet's profile again, was forced to turn his head with a convincing face.

'Well, it's been a while since last June.

Leonard's return to the season took place in early April. Then he's spent almost a year away from tennis. One year away from systematic training and even friendly matches in place of practice,

It was a period in which you could leave excess even if you inhibited it. Rather, it was more amazing to spend that time in the Grand Slam finals.

"It's a lot different from the old days. How are you feeling?""

"Well, not bad."

Leonard has spoken with a blunt tone. Han-woo-jin, who realized that the ugly voice wasn't really unpleasant, gave back the answer. It was a win that was easier than I thought, but the defeat of the past

A sense of accomplishment was never a bad feeling.

After hearing Hanwoojin's answer, Leonard crumbled his boring forehead for a while, but shortly afterwards he bounced back. The bowl wasn't small enough to lose its composure in one defeat. White teeth over rather blackish face

Revealed.

"'It's definitely a different person then. To be honest, my friend is much better now than before. "

""I also think the same way.""

I wasn't talking about my skills. Understanding Leonard's meaning, he honestly accepted it. At the time of the Mets opening, Hanwoojin was still lacking in awareness and competence as a world ranker. Compared to his present level,

There was a difference.

The story of the two could not be long. Earlier, it was time to leave for the next game to start. Hanwoojin, Leonard, or I have a place to win

Was not. The first thing to say was the loser, Leonard.

"'23, no. Are you now 19th? "

"It's probably."

It was a story about Hanwoojin's ranking plus points from the Halle Open. Not hiding it, he did not hesitate to affirm Leonard's words. And the big black man who was awakened to the stately attitude made his fist

Squeezed out.

"'Follow me soon. Go and wait first. "

Wherever I look, I can't see the loser, so Leonard was even more. Han Woo-jin hit his fist with his raptor-like gaze. The winner was not always able to show his back on the loser's challenge.

"Don't make a cry when you leave."

The two men's second round ended.

* * *

Returning to the waiting room, Hanwoojin was surprised at something wet touching the ball. Looking back, there was Shin Se-yeon's smile.

"It was a lot of work."

"Oh, thank you."

Han Woo-jin received her wet towel with a shaggy face. Is it because it's the first victory on the big stage called Grand Slam? She was more intense than usual. The marbled white face was reddish and touched for a moment

Fingers also tremble.

But there was no time to look closely at her. Kim Sang-pil approached a bird and burst into laughter. He was excited about Han Woo-jin's first round win, and he was poodle-dropping his jaw-dropping jaw.

"Yeah, it's a failure to do this! Han Woo-jin's 2nd round of Roland Garros! I'll have to put some pressure on the editor.

It was a playful tone, but the exaggeration was not mixed at all. It was not a light story for a Korean player to advance to Roland Garros. The only place where you can be in the grand slam is Korea Iljin University.

Not to mention. It was really a joke that could be jealous.

After three moments of talking, the three left immediately. It was due to the fatigue of Hanwoojin, who took three sets, and to avoid getting the attention of the media, including foreign journalists, while trying to spare time.

And the three who walked out of the stadium swipe past those who were arguing near the entrance.

"What are you doing?"

Speaking in Spanish, Han Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon could not understand. But Kim Sang-pil was different. After grasping the paper, he returned with an obscure smile and an ambiguous answer.

"Hmm, my friend saw me upset after giving me incorrect information. It wasn't a big deal. "

"is that so."

The two had to nod their heads. If you don't know the foreign language, you should believe the interpreter's words. I didn't even care much anyway. The two journalists who are struggling disappear in the midst of the three.

Lost.

At that moment, Han Woo-jin's knee was shaken.

"Ah!"

"Woojin, are you okay?"

Han Woo-jin, who was leaning on her for a while, quickly regained balance. The lack of power seemed to be a temporary phenomenon. He quickly realized the cause of the phenomenon. Because the HP value in the status bar has been significantly reduced.

It was.

'I've spent more energy than I thought ... Grand Slam is not easy either.'

Is it because of the psychological burden or was it spent on a rally with Leonard Sweet? Obviously, he spent too much health on the first ATP league round. You'll probably experience a knee loss after the first game.

"I'm fine now. "I've been selling for a while, and I'm in vain."

"Really?"

The round eyes are touchingly touching. It is a lie of good faith, but I even felt that my conscience was tingling. But our Hanwoojin wasn't a flimsy man who showed such a small guilt on his face. Rather smile

I could see her and dispel her worries.

"Yes, can you tell me the results of the other matches? It's about Pedro Radal first. "

"···Wait."

They watched Hanwoojin's game, but there were many ways to find out the results other than seeing with the naked eye. Shin Se-yeon was one of the masters of such means.

Not surprisingly, she started to touch the phone and figured out everything she wanted, even less than five minutes later. Shin Se-yeon, who put her cell phone in his pocket, looked around Hanwoojin with a slightly tired face.

"Both players passed one round with three to zero. The game lasted a little over two hours. "

"indeed."

It's not hot, but a cold sweat flowed down my back. Han Woo-jin also won with a 3-0 score, but the game lasted about 3 hours. Pedro and Radall, which meant that they had decided to play in less than an hour.

"··· Yeah, it's an hour."

1 hours. That was the proof of the skills gap between Roger Pedro, Napael Radal, and Hanwoojin.