[Skill upgrade progress: 96%]
Hanwoojin sighed as he saw the letters clearly reflected in his mind.
Only four. Only four service aces need to succeed, but James didn't give up until the end. All of the subs were returned except for one room, which managed to stab through the gap. For Hanwoojin, I really have to get sick
There was no result.
'You can't look bad with all your best.'
I would have dealt with the usual mood. If you do not know the identity of the upgrade skills. He closed his eyes and calmed his mind. It had nothing to do with the past. In a matter of seconds
It was arranged.
The voice came from the right side of Hanwoojin. Calm yet well into the ear, Shin Se-yeon's unique low voice.
"Woojin, are you tired now? Can I get you an energy drink? "
"… It's not John. I have something to think about. "
"What do you think?"
It was Han Woo-jin who reflexively responded to her voice, which was quite worrisome, but did not think about the reason for the reflex response. He hurriedly rolled his eyes and found an excuse. Luckily, something worth talking about right away
come.
It was the Germans lying on the players' seats and the Japanese players looking at it with disgusting eyes.
"Max Marsler."
"Ah… ! "
Only after listening to the words did Shin Se-yeon follow Han Woo-jin's eyes to the player's seat. She frowned at Ami as she saw two players in total contrast. Max's unfaithful attitude to her who prefers to be neat.
Was an unobtrusive part.
The reason why Hanwoojin's party is in the audience is very simple. Hanwoojin's game order was a long time later. In addition, if you want to see the game more broadly, it was better to look down from the seat, not from the side.
'You're free.'
Hanwoojin, who came up to the audience to see Max Muller, wriggled his eyebrows while seeing Max, who couldn't find any tension. Although he is arrogant with his skill, he relaxes in front of his opponent who will be standing across from him.
Was an insult.
Maybe that's why Okuda is staring at Max with his blue eyes. Han Woo-jin understood the harsh atmosphere of the player's seat even though it was quite a long distance.
And the understanding was almost perfect.
* * *
On the day of Hanwoojin's second round, the MBS Sports Channel was busy.
Just as a Bundesliga relay right on a sports channel does not explain and relay every game, tennis does not play any role, except for a few players. Especially in the case of Korea, it is opening this Shenzhen for Hanwoojin
It was nothing but revelation.
However, there was too much time for the broadcast to see only Hanwoojin, and there was no match for Ming Ming. Some notable rankers have had commentators entering the commentary as well as preventing the commentators from hardening their mouths.
Max Muller was one of those cases. Needless to say, it was the best candidate and the best candidate, so there was no reason to miss the commentary. The three commentators arranged their postures and pulled out the introduction. I've been researching data for today.
It was.
-Now, the second day of the Shenzhen Open was bright. Hello everyone, all night. This is MBS Sports Channel, Park Sung Jin.
-I will greet you with a lively commentary today. This is Yoon Ki-chan.
-Hello, this is Cha Soo Hyun.
The three commentators asked each other their best regards and took some time to solve the miscellaneous things. There were ten minutes left before the game started. Until then, it was their job to keep viewers away from TV channels.
Gossip is always a person's gossip. If not, Max was typical of players with bad rumors. If it's alcohol, it's alcohol. Woman if woman. Because he is a man who does not care about anything, he has a lot of incidents, and he has climbed a lot. Park Sung Jin took out the topic first.
-Today's first match will be with Max Müller, the best candidate for the tournament. By the way, have you heard anything about Yoon, Max?
-Well… I haven't heard a good one. The performance is said to be excellent, but the rumors are bad.
-Rumors?
At the exquisite timing Cha Soo-hyun put Chumyeon in the side. If you did not know who saw the first today you heard it was enough acting. Yoon Gi-chan coughed a lot and released a story about Max with a sloppy voice. Marge
I couldn't talk about it.
-Before that, do you know what Max's nickname is?
What?
-Beast, he said.
beast. Both commenters nodded at the same time.
I heard a plausible nickname. The expressions were more colorful than the visible ones, and the playing style of the whole court was dynamic enough to remind of the beast.
But that was not all.
Yoon Ki-chan whispered awkwardly with a smile on his tail.
The problem is that the beast is flying off the court.
-Outside the court? What else does that make?
-That is…
Yun Gi-chan, who spoke with a sensation, wrote in his past, which can be called Marx's black history. Moreover, they were not just suspicions. It has already been proven by numerous paparazzi, sports channels.
-There is an article that touched a few female fans who came to the hostel, and even drunk on the day before the competition. The nickname of the beast actually wanders around saying it was attached before it became a ranker.
-Huh ... Your face looks fine, but you're not young. Well, there are some of those players. They're great, but they're tough or bizarre.
-Few players can't manage privacy. I'm reluctant. Nevertheless, it's a tremendous talent if you've come to expect it in Germany.
Cha Soo Hyun was right. If there is no legal problem, the player's privacy or reputation will not affect the ranking. Only skillfully determines the pro's position.
So Germany turned to a genius named Max Muller. He believed that he would show higher places, and he completely boosted the young man who was like a high roller.
The commentators, who were talking about Max for a while, stopped talking from the moment he was lying up. It was because I knew that the game was finally waiting for me.
As soon as he got up from the bench he lay down, he lightly turned his shoulders. Stretch was separate from the guard. For sports athletes who use excessive joints, stretching was close to breathing. Every day when I neglect
Eats aquatic life.
Max's 185cm tall, full-bodied elastic muscle swelling was a threat that no one can see. The muscles that had been languishing for a while were stretched, and the momentum increased.
Soon after, the crew came to the player's seat and named the two players.
It was the start of the second round.
* * *
Two players with completely different appearances stood in the net with contrasting expressions. Unlike Okuda, who is tightly tightened and hardened his face, Marx was very relaxed from start to finish. It's completely unrelated to psychological warfare, just
I was able to feel it in myself.
Before the game begins, the two players greet each other briefly explaining the set of rules. Okuda spoke to Max in English, which was a bit awkward but had no problem understanding.
"'M, nice to meet you.'"
Okuda held out his right hand and asked for a handshake. The face, which makes us feel the unique age of Westerners, and the unusual appearance did not ease the tension. He stiffly waited for Max to hold his hand.
But Max didn't move. He yawned and looked closely at Okuda's hand.
'What, what is it?'
It was a strange eye. Okuda struggled to cope with the chills in his back. Obviously he did nothing threatening, but he was just looking at Max and began to tremble. It was a very strange feeling.
Gushing.
Max quietly reached out his right hand to hold his hand. Then Okuda sighed with relief. But the relief was too early. Okuda knew his body was dragged by a strong grip and hardened his face. Max pulled him wheat
Whispered in my ear nicely.
"Hey, jap."
Sarcastic, caring. Listening to the voice seemed to scratch the nerves. In addition, it was an insult that could be guessed in Okuda's unskilled English. The jap was a typical swear word for Japanese.
As if to be a close friend, Marx, speaking close to Okuda's ear, spoke in fluent English so that the referee could not hear.
"Why don't you stop talking to the frustrated person? I feel dirty when I see monkeys imitating people. "
""… what?""
"'Did you hear me? Ask the monkeys to cry, bang. It's quite frustrating that an inferior guy like you is my opponent. "
Before Okuda refuted anything, Max shook off his body. It is Okuda who warns the referee if he is insulting. He swallowed a tantrum that had fallen over his neck and shook it all over.
'Dogs… ! '
The referee felt that there was a problem between the two players, but there was nothing he could do. After a brief hesitation, the referee pulled out the coin and bounced it with a familiar hand. It was Cointos who played over the serve.
And the serve ticket went to Okuda.
"Max Muller on my right! Okuda Ryosuke on my left! Okuda to Serve! "
The two players took their own positions and waited for the start of the referee. In particular, the eyes of Okuda, who had been insulted on the court by thought, shook like a flame.
Finally, the referee wielded both hands and declared the beginning.
"Love All (0: 0)! Play! "
Okuda did not hesitate. Although he insisted on a two-handed style, he gained a lot from the game against Hanwoojin. He trained other techniques, including Serve, and made up for the weaknesses that could be caused by forehand doubles.
Okuda's racket tossed the ball without hesitation.
Paang!
Restraint was not so fast because of the low strength. Yet the force was full. Okuda's serve beat Max's service coat with the wind.
phut!
Max hit the serve with ease. It was not a great ball. A neatly returned ball dropped to the right of Okuda. Max seemed to win points after seeing the ball return to bitter momentum.
'You looked too shallow.'
However, Hanwoojin saw it differently. Okuda's forehand double is a counter style optimized for return balls falling from side to side. That ball was just a good food after all.
Not surprisingly, Okuda grabbed the grip with both hands and moved to the right. It was a movement unique to switch heaters, with excellent reflexes. Max's return ball quickly came into range.
Phuong!
Compared to other bats, even the cannon was like a sting. Okuda's two-handed ball rebounded with overwhelming power. Power in both hands raised the redemption of the ball to about 200 mph.
finished.
It was the idea of all the viewers who were watching the game. Okuda's two-handed hand was perfect, and he wasn't short of stinging Max.
Only two people thought differently. One was Max's coach and agent, Edgar, and the other was.
Like a spring bounce, the beast jumped.
Paang!
Max's body turned to a terrifying moment, spinning without hitting the ball and smashing the bat with the backhand. It was too heavy to be a whip. Even a male mace was about to cause an illusion of swinging.
And the mace downed Okuda's sidelines.
"L, Love Fifteen (0: 15)!"
The referee stumbled upon him, and the conference hall was in silence.
Even Hanwoojin had to open their mouths and be amazed at the bizarre return level.
That's a real monster.