God of Tennis

Han Woo-jin didn't really remember the story after that. I listened to his keynote address face-to-face with the President of NK Products and signed an unheard contract.

Hanwoojin's head was already saturated. I can't even remember what I said to the chairman who handed me the blabbering gospel because I was young.

The award-winning director notices the athletes' condition and decides to send down two dazzled men first.

“You two go to the parking lot first. I need to talk to you more. ”

“Yes…”

“Got it...”

The two get up, slouching like soulless zombies, bending at your waist once and leaving carefully. The chairman rarely looks at their exit door with a joyful face.

“Are you satisfied?”

“Well, that's okay. Very good.”

I nodded a few times to the director's question. He was so reluctant to praise it that he said it was very favorable. And that wasn't the only answer the tribute expected.

“What do they look like to you? ”

“Hmm...”

His eyes sank beneath his white eyebrows. His vision of leading a massive company called NK Products was somewhat different from that of the awards director. He has a personal relationship with the Victory Ceremony, and the president has an outstanding eye for it.

It was because I was.

What did they look like to you? The awards director was curious about the talents of two people who couldn't even measure themselves properly.

“History Choi, that young man must be a genius. He's probably a natural. He's got strong arms and legs, so he's in good shape. A technique that won't be beaten by Western athletes, already surpassing the domestic professional level. World Ranking 100 is all you need to grow it properly

Authority will be cruelly compromised. ”

Not as chairman of NK products, but as a fan of tennis, his gaze was accurate. So far, the awards director had some expectations.

“What about Han Woo-jin? ”

“Hanwoojin... Yes, that was the name. ”

His mouth distorted strangely. It was a face that was made when I saw something really interesting.

“He's a strange one. Talented, but not high class. He just gets up to where anyone can reach him. Don't you think so? Until I saw that peculiar serve. ”

“... I did. I've seen enough of the criminals who are trying everywhere. ”

But what about the serve that was fired right after that? Horrible speed, spins that twist even in extreme difficulty. Couldn't believe that the criminal could make such a ball. Didn't even kick the chair.

“That's funny. I wasn't even born strong, but the way I live is stronger than anyone else. Usually he lives like that and gets beat up, but he's got something special. ”

Han Woo-jin. Han Woo-jin.

The chairman, who recited his name once, gripped his arm with a strong grip that did not fit into the labor force. Excitement not suitable for age heats up the blood in my body.

“Well done, I'm the director. You're free to go.”

That was the end of the story.

* * *

The festival director takes them to a nearby subway station. He was trying to give me a lift to the front of the house, but both Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyeok said they would.

Han Woo-jin, who separated from Choi Yeon-hyuk, went back to the studio where he lived "before." Then I realized I didn't have a Studio Key in my pocket, so I woke up.

"Oh, are you still living at home at this time? ’

It was almost three years after the entrance exam that he got out of the right house and became independent. At that time, I was excited about being a professional tennis player. It was a bitter memory when I think about it now.

The house was not too far from the studio. 10 minutes by bus, maybe two, 30 minutes by foot.

I looked up at the sky. The sun had set for a long time and the moon was bright, only the night sky was open. Han Woo-jin decided to walk.

Turn around and head home. After joining the office, my parents' faces have been suggested to see me almost once a month. After about three years, I didn't come to see him. Every once in a while, when you pay your bills, you feel sorry for yourself.

Silver only swings the racket.

It's different now.

Hanwoojin stopped walking when he arrived in front of the house. Sungeun Apartment located in Suyuri, Gangbuk-gu. How many times did his family move to raise him as a tennis player?

‘Now, let me give you a boost. ’

Younger bodies, unknown powers, special contracts. I will show you that I am not the same as I was when I cut my flesh in vain. Han Woo-jin stepped inside the building.

Eight stories up the elevator. When Han Woo-jin arrived at home, he remembered another fact that he had forgotten.

What was the password? ’

It has been seven years since I became independent. His memory wasn't that good to think of as a rare find. Hanwoojin, who had tried to put a few numbers together in his head, finally decided to press the bell.

Zhongdong

A basic ringtone.When was the last time you asked me if I could change the ringtones of the same ringtones as the old one? When I stood in front of the poisonous house, a stiff iron door opened in front of Han Woo-jin who was pressing his heart to be eaten.

“No, why don't you press the password and press the bell? ”

“Oh, I have something to think about...”

It was a clumsy excuse. Han Woo-jin suddenly saw her face as she spoke out of her mouth.

The face that was still full of life, the face that had been worrying about his child all night, and all the past seemed to rush into his mind. Hanwoojin's vision became blurred.

“Oh, boy! ”

When I woke up, Han Woo-jin hugged her. I felt overwhelmed by my parents who only suffered for themselves. However, it was impossible to convince them to tell the story of the 'Ex’ that they could not remember.

That's why he decided to give me the good news.

“Mom, I got into NK Cargo Shipping. ”

“What? Are you serious?! ”

My father, who jumped at the sound of his mother screaming in surprise, asked him with his eyes, "What's going on?" I thought he was speaking with a gesture rather than a mouth, and Han Woo-jin stepped aside from his mother once again.

“NK Cargo Vehicle, accepted. ”

“Are you sure? ”

For now, it was similar to "before." He jumped in full of joy, preaching the news of his acceptance, and his parents cheered and hugged him. Hanwoojin grinned as he was disappointed in Dejavue, not Dejavue.

Whether that was the answer, the two of them began to hug each other and dance in clubs.

“Oh, my God, my son is a real pro! ”

“I told you so. I've had it since I was a kid! ”

“Bloody shooter. You look so dull!”

Beyond Han Woo-jin's parents, who liked mixing jokes with jokes, there was a girl who walked out with sleepless eyes.

“What...? Why is it so noisy...? ”

Han Yoo Ra, the only sister of Han Woo Jin who was not interested in tennis.

When she was a child, her family took her to the tennis court, biting the tennis ball, and she fell in love with a child for no reason. Whether it was traumatic or not, she used to go straight to her room as soon as her parents played tennis.

But for Han Woo-jin, she wasn't the only one. He was a kind of complex, called Han Yoo, who lived as an unparalleled athlete in a good university and worked in a prosperous job.

Han Yura's head tilted slightly, watching Han Woo-jin's inadvertently stiff face.

“Brother, is something wrong? What's wrong with your face? ”

‘Oh, she's still at three. ’

My parents were tennis enthusiasts, and I was crazy about tennis and wasting my life.

My little sister, who was bored with it, left home as soon as she finished college. In front of his parents who blamed themselves for themselves, he couldn't say anything. I couldn't say it was his fault that made all this hopeless. All that effort in one word

I thought it would collapse, so I just listened quietly.

Pink checked pajamas, half-closed eyes with less sleep. Her pretty face, but her hair is everywhere. Hanwoojin could barely smile after watching his little brother laugh.

“Your style is a little broken, so I took care of it. Look in the mirror. This is not a joke. ”

“Of course I woke up...”

Han Woo-jin, a hairy personality, nodded and turned away. I thought I was going back to bed. But she's seriously timing it wrong.

His mother's hand grabbed the back of Hanyura, who was about to go in for a visit. It was as fast as an eagle biting a rabbit's neck.

“Huh? What's the matter? ”

“Why, your brother got a job today. So get dressed right now. Let's go get a plate. ”

“What's happening tonight?! ”

As my daughter screamed in shock, my parents quickly packed their clothes. That's why Han Woo-jin, who was standing on the porch without taking off his shoes, met Han Yura's eyes.

‘It's easy to give up. ’

Hanyura, who understood the meaning in her eyes, stretched his body. It was a gesture of surrender.

After only 10 minutes of preparing, the rainy family left the apartment as the night air hit. What did you eat then? I can't think of any memories. I didn't think it was a meeting. Well, whatever. Whatever you eat, that's all you need.

Hanwoojin made up his mind and took a step. I suddenly turned my head as I was walking.

Mother who keeps talking next to him, Father who quietly boasts about his son's news to his friends on his cell phone. She's a grumpy little sister who follows me around. I could not help but see the smile on my face.

‘This was the last one before. ’

There were underlying skills and poor competition grades in the fleet. The trivial record of a player named Han Woo-jin climbing to the 4th arrondissement of the national competition like a bad joke.

I sat around the table with a basket against a ruler. Before the main dish, Han Woo-jin said, grabbing the roasted chicken with his chopsticks.

“Next time, go eat an eel. You like him.”

He always said the Eel that doesn't give alcohol is the best. Before the meeting, the rest of the family opened their eyes to Han Woo-jin telling him what to eat next, but he smiled. A racket that doesn't even have Hanwoojin's clutches hanging under the table.

You grip. A sharp bloodline stands in your tightly trained forearms.

At that time, the value of the eel is its own.

That was my decision.

End of Player Agreement # 3

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