Chapter 3.4 - New Start

"Good work ~"

Jinhee put Kimbap in his mouth and laughed Bash.

'It's your first fight.'

Yeong-suk felt the cold sweating his back.

The left hand forehand is not yet complete, and tennis has not melted into the body as a whole.

There is no weapon, so I feel naked and go to war. The court also felt so wide that the other side was hard to see.

'When did you feel this way?'

It was natural to win in the past life. But not now. As much as I started a new heart had to be determined.

The game started as soon as I relaxed.

Yeong-suk swung his junior racket from Young-ae on the court.

Beep-

As the whistle rang, all the players walked in front of their nets.

Yeong-seok's opponent was also a senior, but he was over 160cm tall. Now, slightly more than 130 centimeters in size, the other party felt like an adult. I laughed to see if my opponent felt the difference. And when he saw Youngsuk's racket, he laughed as if he was pathetic.

"Baby, baby."

Yeong-suk, on the contrary, was so cute in his response.

"Shut up and let's play well, huh?"

"What?"

-Players shake hands.

Voice came out of the speaker.

It is customary to shake hands with your opponent before a match.

However, the opponent tried to slap Min-seok's hand.

"Ike, baby."

Yeong-seok pulled out coldly and said about it.

"Sub do you first."

Then he slowly walked to the baseline.

The other player stared at the back of Yeong-seok and went to the baseline himself.

Meanwhile, returning to the seat, Young-suk ran plump and checked her legs. Since the rescue of Jinhee, the bridge has not caused any problems. Rather, it felt so light that it was scary.

'The problem is a stroke… … . '

The left hand did not get used to it.

The backhand was a two-handed, no problem, but the forehand was a problem.

Beep-

-Match start

The speaker announced the start of the game, and in the stands there was a voice to cheer up.

'Start the match… Lee. '

Spit swallowed by Young Suk, settles on the Deuce court. Picking action, act) ready.

A tremendous strain began to contend with the whole body and heart rate began to accelerate. Feeling the same tension as the Paralympic Final, Yeong-seok stared at his opponent.

The joke of the previous (?) Was quite a bit upset about the sign was strong.

Soon after, the opponent who raised the toss blew an intense flat serve.

pop!

'Huh?'

Young Suk was startled.

I was very nervous, but the sub, which fell into the wide, was slow. How slow it was, I could see all the fluffy colors. What was strange was that the opponent looked pretty good.

'expression? Can you see the expression? How far is it? '

Tadak.

Regardless of the short confusion, Young-seok moved his body.

You don't have to go far or react fast. If the sub fell wide on the deuce court, he could return to the left-handed young-suk with a backhand.

I floated lightly and took a few steps to return intensely.

bang!

At the moment, everyone on the stadium noticed the coat of arms. The reaction was so reflexive to the devastating blow.

The opponent did not respond and was returned ace. Yeong-seok shouted loudly in a delicate tone with no transformers.

"Love Fifteen!"

"… Love Fifteen. "

The other person murmured very quietly in one ear.

I was happy.

Yeong-suk was very happy because he was the first to score after returning to the age of seven. I want to scream at my heart. Still, I tended myself and often walked to the Advantage court (abbreviated tennis court as the left service court, sometimes abbreviated as ad court).

pop.

The opponent again tossed and served.

The ad court gave the ball a wide shot even if he was aware of Yeong-seok's backhand. This left-handed Yeong-suk had to return forehand.

phut!

When Yeong-seok's forehand return blew up, everyone on the field watching him was sighed and recollected. The same was true of the other party, who stabbed the return of Young-seok who was smirking with open space.

pop!

'Forehand is true… … . '

Yeong-seok sighed inwardly.

This weakness is obvious. Still, I had to pretend to follow. 1 point 1 point feels very small in tennis, but of course it was very important. It's even worse now that the other person is trying to boost the momentum.

Get on

I know I can't hit you. Nevertheless, Bridge did his best to hit the ball.

'uh?'

How many steps did he take, Youngsuk felt a strange feeling.

The legs were light enough to get Jinhee as if she was missing. It was a strange sensation like a person who couldn't swim in the water stirs his feet, but it was amazingly fast.

'You can hit.'

Yeong-seok's open space, which returned from the adcourt (left), was a deuce court (right), so the ball had to be handled backhand.

bang!

"Wow!!!"

There is a scene that can never come out of the children's game.

The crowd admired and saw the stone.

As he is running, his arms are swung to swing the running backhand. Running shots mean moving without stopping, requiring a great sense of balance.

Yeong-seok almost passed over the ball, swelled and fell to the ground, but stopped with his incredible balance. The ball went out at a speed that the other player would never receive.

"Love thirty!"

Youngseok shouted high again.

'exciting.'

Whether or not the other party is absent, Yeong-seok, who moves his body gently to look back, said he couldn't help with the great uplift.

'It's all up to you.'

Youngseok, who knows how exhilarating this sense is for athletes, was more than happy.

You can move your legs so fast and pick them up. Persuading your parents is not a problem. The desire to enjoy this sense itself burned like a fire.

Flick.

This time I tried Bali.

As long as Bali could not exert the previous life know-how, it was Ginminga, but it was enough to deal with the other side.

The game was over. The score is 0: 1, leading Young Seok. You have to take a set of 6 games first, so you still have a lot to try.

Pong!

'Ay, serve as a jam as Bali.'

Except for the stroke, none could be good at Wheelchair.

'still… … . '

As soon as he thought 'must be received', Yeong-seok's legs helped to catch the ball at an extremely high speed. I picked up a few phrases like that and when the chance came, I finished with a backhand. He ran a lot, but his legs were still feathery.

bang!

"Fifteen Rue… … . "

"out!"

Young Suk tries to call out the score as usual, but his opponent raises his hand and calls out.