Chapter 3.3 - New Start

When he returned home, Young-suk quickly began to read.

'Forehand, one-handed backhand, two-handed backhand, serve, volley, smash, doubles… … . '

The main focus was on studying the movements of the athletes by arranging them with steel cuts.

Yeongseok focused on the legs of the players rather than the hands and arms. It is now 91 years old, so you can't watch videos on YouTube like before. In this way, we have no choice but to study how "normal people" play tennis.

"Ugh!"

After seeing the primer and taking out the magazine, Young-suk was shocked at the last page.

-National Sports Athletic Association singles ranking

Ranking / Name / Affiliation / Total Score

5 Lee Hyun-woo University of Korea OB 230

8 Han Min-ji Hankuk University OB 180

10 Young-Ae Lee, Korea University 175

"Oh my gosh… … . "

Thought that I was quite good, this ranking was unexpected.

In the hobby club, the top ranks are usually taken by people who have played or have been educated when they were very young.

"okay!"

Yeong-seok stared at the rankings of his fellow students and came up with the trick.

***

next day.

The school was still a boring and terrible place, but the time for physical education that Young-suk had been waiting for came.

When he was picked up, the captain and banban filled the kettle with water and drew a dodgecoat on the playground.

The athletic teacher threw a dodge ball and sat on the stairs, staring yawning and watching the children.

'I eat very life itself.'

Young-suk kicked his tongue and approached the physical education teacher.

"Teacher."

Responding to Young-seok's question, the teacher was clearly bothered.

"Huh?"

The carefreeness sprang up.

'Is this annoying person?'

But I asked you to be as polite as possible.

"Teacher, do you know tennis?"

Of course you know. You should know

If you're in the Department of Physical Education, you've probably caught a racket.

"tennis? know."

A lot of things go through the eyes of an athletic teacher. Adults do not know the event that the child asked fresh was.

"Are there any competitions for national students in Seoul?"

"What? Why?"

Curiosity was also a moment, physical education teacher showing annoying signs to Young-suk's question.

Nevertheless, Yeong-suk said pretty well without erasing laughter.

"My parents and I play tennis, and my parents ask me if they're going to meet."

"parents? What do your parents do? "

The gym teacher shook his fingers while he was selling earwax.

"A test."

Young-suk's eye jumped at the end of Yeong-seok's words. But pretending not to know, kept a smiley smile.

"Khmm, come to the office later."

The teacher, who was squeezing his voice while pretending to be coughing, was petty, but Yeong-seok replied with a nice tone.

"Thank you!!"

***

"Huh… … . "

On the other hand, Yeong-seok saw the print in his hand and fell into thought. It was funny to think of the teacher who threw me in the school office. Content is a subject written in detail, like a college thesis.

"What is it?"

Jin-hee, who was standing next to Yeong-seok, asked him.

The house is close and parents have been acquainted with each other since they have been together.

Jin-hee was a child and was holding onto Yeong-seok's hand.

"Huh? It's a tennis tournament. "

Yeong-seok replied with her eyes fixed on the print.

"tennis? Oh, the sport you mentioned last time? "

"Huh."

Youngsuk lifted his head and stroked Jinhee's head.

It's cute so now it's a habit to stroke your head every time you see it. Jin-hee also became accustomed to her and felt good like a cat when he stroked it.

On the way back, he chatted with Jin-hee and returned home.

'Can you win?'

Young-seok's trouble continued even when he came home.

The tournament was a lot of surprise. Perhaps it was Seoul.

Most of the tennis players in the school are obviously tournaments. It is said to be under 13 years old, but it will mostly be crowded with 5th and 6th graders. It is a well-established competition, so I will participate in my life.

Now he is in elementary school, but by birth, he is seven years old. Can you afford a coat with this little body? Worrying about, I unfold the primer I bought at the bookstore and swing my racket. It was big enough to run around, so there was no interruption.

***

"Competition?"

My parents were surprised at the words of Young Suk who had dinner and sat down with their parents.

"Yeah. I looked up and it opened a lot. "

"Can I apply?"

"You have to ask your teacher to apply."

"okay? When do you do it? "

"It was held this Saturday. let's go together."

Parents shrugged at Young-seok's calm attitude.

"Yes, I'll call school tomorrow."

"Yeah. Oh, why don't you invite Jin-hee to go with you? "

"Yes, I know."

Not long ago, after a brief distorted aspiration announcement, Young-suk and his parents did not know how to talk to each other. So this dry conversation took place. It was awkward and my father turned on and lie down. Mother hugged Young-seok and took her to the room.

"Our son. My cute son. "

He kissed and kissed Yeong-seok.

"Mom, believe my son. Show your dad a great look at this competition. Mom will persuade you. "

Young-seok smiled at it.

"Yeah. I'll show you. "

***

The weekend is coming.

"Where is the competition place?"

Jinhee's mother asked Youngsuk's mother.

"Olympic stadium… I'll be here in thirty minutes. The road is just me and I know.

Jin-hee was excited like a kid who had a picnic without knowing what tennis was.

"It's fun ~~!"

Young-seok smiled quietly, put the racket and tennis shoes in the bag that Young-ae gave and got into the car.

I don't know how far I'm going to win, but it's easy for me to bump into it and figure it out.

Benz and Audi midsize sedans quietly exited the entrance to the luxurious villa complex.

***

"Wow… … . "

Jin-hee, who got out of the car, shouted at the overwhelming power of the stadium.

'Long time no see ... … . '

It's the second home to Yeong-seok, and it's been hundreds of times. Nevertheless, he wasn't dragging a wheelchair, but was firmly standing on his legs and staring at the stadium.

Tennis stadiums are at the peak of inefficiency.

In order to see only one side of the tennis court, the grandstand was enclosed in a cascading fashion. Nevertheless, it is unknown that it is as popular as soccer in the world.

"This is the finals court, and the qualifiers are there."

The father naturally led the party.

My face was red, and it seemed quite nervous. The mother smiled and followed Yeong-seok's hand. Jin Hee did not know the way, so I followed Yeongseok.

"It's here."

The place where the father led was the preliminary round, where 10 courts were stretched.

It was already noisy with students, parents, and staff arriving first. Not all children were as young as Young-seok, all of them in elementary school.

"The competition runs from here until the semifinals."

My father broke the rules of liquor competition.

"Thirty-two people signed up, so we quickly go to the quarter finals in the morning and have lunch. After that, play from 2 o'clock to the semifinals, and the final at 5 pm on the court. It will be hard. "

Yeongseok asked.

"What are the rules?"

"There are three sets for the semifinals. The final is also three sets. As the day goes by, the number of sets is small. In order to save health, you can beat one or two sets in a row and move quickly. Oh, watch out for the morning game because it's a self jersey. Do you know what I mean? "

As my father tested, he stared at Yeong-seok's eyes.

Yeong-seok smiled and cast doubts.

"Sure."