Chapter 2.5 - 1991 A Late Night 

A parent hurried back to catch the culprit with cold sunken eyes, and the girl woke up. The girl's parents soon came to the hospital room, confirming my daughter's safety, thanked Yeong-seok for her extension, and bowed her head. Yeong-seok laughed brightly because his heart was too warm.

Perhaps this is the first time you've ever felt good throughout your life.

Parents who confirmed the condition of the girl with no abnormality paid the hospitalization fee up to the share of Gearco Young-Suk even though the Young-Soo was full. Since I'm a resident of the same village, I'd like to visit and say hello to Young's parents.

Yeong-seok stared at the girl who slept well.

'Can this boy live his life now?

The pride of being saved, the confidence of overcoming, the bridge that fully recovered… … .

With a lot of excitement, Yeong-seok went to sleep.

***

dream.

I know it's a dream.

As soon as she perceived the darkness of sight, Yeong-seok naturally realized.

Seeing this, I wake up and maybe a day or two will be clearly remembered. But right now I can't get out of this dream.

Youngseok was embarrassed in the dark space.

'What?'

It was then.

Flashing

A huge screen on the front shone brightly.

There is a lot of noise on the screen.

Goose bumps and the back of the head was sick. I was scared.

It is a stone that will usually be dealt with naturally, but instinct to escape immediately has risen in the dream. Yeong-seok, but Yeo-seok's dissatisfaction seems to be the thrill that flows all over the body.

And again, that terrible memory was played through the screen.

Jumping back with a classmate, the kid who jumped up bites it and reaches out to the girl.

The snow literally burns Eagle Eagle. A firm child without any one anxiety and doubt.

Soon after, a truck is pushed into the girl, and the girl dies from a broken neck.

The kid lies down, and the rear wheel of the car passes over the kid's waist, leaving tire marks.

Right-sided

The ominous sound was heard and the play stopped after the kid and girl's terrible appearance.

And a greater fear came as a result.

"Congratulations."

Yeong-suk felt a fear that his heart would pop out of the voice that was suddenly heard.

It is so scary and scary that you have no choice but to bump into it.

The screen shows the incident, not the memory of the past.

A kid running from afar at a tremendous speed.

With his arms wide open, he runs with a terrible look.

Coming, confident, restless… The eyes of the child, with all kinds of emotions, were a bit dark, but they glowed in their own way.

The kid, embracing a girl who was crossing half of the crosswalk, made a huge leap forward. He jumped about three meters. Young-suk himself wondered if he was seven years old.

then.

Wow!

A huge being that tears the screen and appears. … .

Giant? no. Do you have limbs? No, I don't know

I'm definitely staring straight ahead and don't know what it is.

I was afraid and afraid, and tears went down. Yeong-seok panic.

The existence of the variant conveyed its meaning.

"I admire you, Lee Young-suk."

How can every syllable condemn the heart? … .

Iron.

Yeong-seok sat down.

I couldn't help being a presence that I can't afford as a creature.

I'm glad you didn't pee.

"A little kid. I will make you "exist." And you are… … . "

The end was not heard, but at the same time, the feelings of the time when he was hit by a brick, regardless of Young-suk's will, were crushed.

In the midst of desperation, I was upset at the unaffected bridge, and feelings of resentment went through my heart. Then, the presence that crushed Yeong-seok disappeared, and the heterogeneity that I felt like myself but not myself disappeared.

And Yeong-suk emerged from the dream.

Young Suk did not talk to anyone. Parents were no exception. It's not a person who can't discern enough bizarre dreams.

The next day, Young-seok was discharged with a gentle body.

***

Weekend.

It's Saturday like gold.

Young-Suk's parents and love and strangers gathered on the court.

'Does the doctor come out on Saturday? A doctor at a university hospital? '

Yeongseok was questioned, but I did. It's the spirit of having a cottage with a coat in 1991. What's impossible?

But the man next to Youngae is the first person to see. It's the life of Young-Ae that Young-suk remembered as a single professor at a university hospital. … .

Did you read the question in Yeong-seok's eyes?

"I brought it to introduce you to your family. I'm serious about marriage now. A junior doctor working in the same place. "

"Oh, hello. I'm Choi Tae-sik. "

The man speaks without shame.

The impression is good and looks simple.

After greeting himself, Yeong-suk swung his racket.

'While stepping on the ground, wielding a racket… … . '

Lee Hyun-woo, his father, said to Youngseok, who was slightly wet with emotion.

"Youngseok, let's play some box balls."

At the father's call over the net, Yeong-seok stood at the baseline, calming his heart pounding with a deep breath.

Next to my father there was a cart at the grocery store, filled with brightly colored balls.

'It's a new ball… How much is that?

I am tired of the richness of my parents and young love.

Father lightly hit the ball with his racket and sent it to the right side of Young-seok. Hit a forehand stroke.

'where… Should I go lightly? '

The step is unknown. He's a player who used to move.

But the bright color is Young-seok, the world's best player.

Breathing, RBI, and swinging the ball off at the same time. He was praised for being perfect.

But.

Tick!

'what?'

Forehand stroke close to the hut swing (forehand stroke, a technique of hitting the hand with a racket and playing a ball bound to the ground with the front of the racket). I only touched the gut.

The father who handed over the ball, the mother and young love who fluttered on the side court… And all of them lost to say to Yeongseok.

'uh???'

The most surprised thing is Youngseok himself.

"Dad!! Again !! "

Young-seok screamed shyly and his father struck the ball back in a mess. All was absurd.

pop!

It should be said, but this time Fang! I only heard that.

Much better than before, Yeongseok had a sore wrist.

Yeong-seok's forehand, which had stuck to the opponent by striking an enormous Top spin (a ball that bounces or rolls rapidly in the direction of progression after a bound), has become a low-quality ball that just slips over the net.

His father, who had watched Yeong-seok carefully, said with his eyes.

"Youngseok, come close and swing."

Shocked, Yeong-seok went witty and swung several times.

"Huh? Why is the trajectory? Short? "

"Yeah?"

"Why grip there? Western grip. How to hold the racket so that the racket face is parallel to the ground. Didn't you grab the eastern grip (the way you put the racket's head vertically and hold the handle from above)? "

"Ah!!"

At the words of his father, Yeong-seok had something to realize.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to rally with my mother."

I was worried that it felt a bit cheap, but Yeong-seok was in great trouble now. His father murmured and shook his head and called his wife.

"Hello, my son is playing with you."

"Oh, if you say so, you'll follow me. Hehe."

Even with his mother's voice, Yoo couldn't stop thinking.

'Yes, sitting in a wheelchair and hitting the ball changed the way you swing. Timing, RBI, orbit, and the quality of the ball are completely different. '

Only a few swung his wrists.

'Because it is advantageous to draw a large parabola with a ball, I scratched the ball around the top spin. The force that pushed the ball was pulled from my waist and arm, and I controlled it from my wrist. '

The concentration increases and the speed of murmuring increases. Yeong-seok got up and tried to swing again.

Grips thought they would move closer to Eastern and push as much as possible. However.

"no."

Youngsuk bows his head and thinks again.

'It's unnatural. It's hard for me to change consciously because this was the optimal swing for me. Is Eastern pushing, Western is scratching? In 2014, 90% of professional players caught most of their strokes in western or semi-western style. This is not a matter of grip but of swing. I don't remember the body, but the mind remembers it. How to fix a swing that swung hundreds of thousands of times. If you try to put this swing on your body, Elbow is coming. '

Yeong-seok suddenly went far away.

As a result, he does not even know the staff. serve? I don't know how to stand. As you can see in the forehand, the backhand stroke is a video even if you don't see it. It became a completely white piece of white paper. Everything that was stacked up was reset.

'wait… reset?'