Chapter 3.2 - New Start

Sweet.

"We've come ~!"

A little tired parents screamed at Yeong-seok.

"Welcome back ~ Did you eat? I've got water. Wash it. "

My parents sued me.

Perhaps it is because the change in the stone can not adapt over time.

"Yeah."

The mother, who was relatively quick to adapt, replied, and suddenly approached, hugged Yeong-seok and kissed the cheek.

"U… … ! "

Yeong-suk made a sound sickness.

Mother,

"This is my pleasure!"

I laughed spitefully.

***

"When I was counting, Zhuang, they washed."

Yeong-seok, who was inflicted by his mother, who kissed with a clumsy tone, squeaked back and said. Knowing the spirit age of Yeong-seok, he was a powerful doctor who would ignore it lightly and enjoy the joy of being a parent, but he had to say something.

"I have something to talk to my parents today and discuss."

"쳇."

With his parents in the living room, Yeong-seok stood neatly and opened his mouth.

"I want to be a pro."

"tennis?? Didn't you say you already lost two Olympic games? "

Mother rarely colors and still observes the eyes of Young Suk.

As the atmosphere became serious as those who handled the law, Young Suk felt unwilling to be suppressed. But I had to overcome.

"Of course, the first place in the world has always been mine. But close to half. "

Young-Suk's self-confidence tells her mother.

"Half? no. In any position, the best is the best no matter what field you jump into. It's half, so nobody says anything down. "

"Even if everyone admitted, I always felt sorry for myself. I lived a life without satisfaction. Now that I have a chance, I want to challenge it. "

"… … . "

At the eloquence of Yeong-seok, my parents were silent for a while.

And my mother, who was still, opened her mouth.

"Yes, I listened. So what do we want you to do? "

Yeong-seok glanced at the words and opened his mouth hard.

"I hope you will give me full support until I am eighteen."

"That's what most parents do."

At that point, Young-seok stopped.

From now on, I will tell you that it is full of conditions that ordinary parents will never do.

"… priority!"

"… … . "

"In practice, it is very difficult due to the intangible environment for Korean athletes to become pros around the world."

"We know that too. so?"

The father cut off the horse.

Yeong-seok said that he could know his parents because he was almost a peak player in amateurs.

"First of all, English is urgent. I don't need grammar or reading, and I need a teacher who can help me communicate. "

"English conversation as a player?"

"Yeah. Foreigners are recommended if possible. There is also a way to study in the Philippines, but I am young. … . "

"And?"

"I will not live in elementary and secondary school."

"What?"

My parents' eyes flutter.

"I want to pass all black exams. Time is too wasteful. University can enter even now. I want to spend that time fully training me. "

"Well. It doesn't work. "

I wanted to get the story loose, but my father was against it.

My mother stared at me as if surprisingly.

"Yes, let's look back at the story. Did you say you couldn't believe you were thirty years old? "

Young-suk was slightly surprised by the calm and warm-hearted voice of his father.

"Yeah."

"I still don't believe it, but let's just assume that you were thirty years old. It may sound dry, but parents invest in the future of their children. The investment includes not only money but also our lives. You want to make an investment against us. "

"Honey… … . "

The mother grabbed the father's arm and tried to stop the story. However, my father looked straight at him.

"What should you do with us?"

"persuade… I should do it. "

"What?"

"… … . "

Young Suk could not say anything.

My father sentenced me to such a stone.

"Even if you speak slang words and make weird demands, we have no choice but to listen. I'm a parent, I have the power. However!"

The father reached out to the table, took a glass of water, and drank a drink of water.

"Your life, if it's a big investment in our lives, you and we need a visible track record. You can trust and invest. If you really were the national team and won the Olympics, you know what I mean. "

"… Yes. I know. "

"Let's withhold this story. I think you need time to organize your thoughts. "

Mother intervened and glanced at Yeong-seok.

Young Suk got up and bowed to his parents and went back to his room.

"Honey… … . "

As the two remained in a tight living room, the mother grabbed her hand.

Shaky hands and tight eyes are filled with confusion.

"What's this… … . "

My mother's lingering worries wandered as if representing her parents' feelings.

***

'What shall I do? … . '

Yeong-seok sat in his seat in the classroom, turning his fan with his left hand and falling into thought.

When I saw the multiplication table on the board, a sigh came out.

'Just jogging slowly at this time… … . '

It was a waste of time.

"2 × 1 is 2, 2 × 2 is 4... … . "

Seeing children chopping like chicks choked out more.

'We have to find a way… … . '

After class, Yeong-seok went straight to the bookstore.

"Welcome ~"

"Yes ~ Hello."

Dong-ma, who listened to the clerk's greetings, went straight to the corner of .

"Sports, sports… Oh, here it is. "

Young-seok, who found a bookshelf with various sports books such as badminton, soccer, and baseball, quickly searched tennis and searched for books. And finally found. On the back of the book was the title . Next to it was a book called Core Techniques for Seniors. There were only two tennis books on one shelf. Young-suk, who was in a hurry, tried to draw a book. I couldn't reach it.

"Hey ~"

The kid, who was worried about the kid, hurriedly approached Young-seok's calling.

"What are you looking for?"

"Tell me, please take out and the book next to it."

The staff took out the book and put it in Young-seok's hand.

"Thank you."

As soon as Young-seok received the book, he looked at the cover.

'으, copper.'

It was a cover that put only one foreign player's sub action in the middle on a white background.

'Once, buy this… … . '

Yeong-suk asked the staff with a book.

"Where is the magazine?"

Young-seok, who was guided by the staff and went to the magazine corner, quickly scanned for tennis magazines.

'Yes.'

The magazine was actually nothing to look at, but it didn't seem to help, but I wanted to buy it.

"I'll calculate."

Putting the book up, Yeong-seok tried to make a calculation.

'It's very… … . '

No matter how I found a wallet.

Yeong-seok finally rushed to find the bag.

'You have a wallet.'

I forgot that the natural process that I could live at any time if needed didn't apply to today's spirit. Yeong-seok was bothered to this point.

The annoyance was aggravated as the staff stared at me. At that time, a voice was heard to save Yeong-seok.

"Oh, isn't it Yeongseok?"

"Youngseok ~"

Young Suk turned to his voice and found Jin-hee and Jin-hee's mother. It seemed to be holding a collection of problems.

Jin-hee's mother came across coldly at the cashier's counter and said to him.

"Please calculate this too."

Leaving the bookstore, Young-suk bowed and thanked him.

"Thank you. I'll give you back tomorrow. "

Young-seok's mother smiled as she stroked Young-seok's head.

"Thank you. Yes, stay close with us. "

Jinhee looked at the books in Yeong-seok's arms and asked him.

"tennis? What is tennis? "

Youngseok smiled and stroked Jinhee's head.

"It's fun. Exercise. "