Chapter 3.5 - New Start

'out? You're on the line? '

Yeongseok shook his head. The same was true of the stands. Too little child was running around like a curious sound, so all of them were concentrating. All are clearly judged to be in, but the opponent is calling out.

Of course, if the opponent is really out, it's inevitable.

'Self jersey. … . '

The idea is to have a self-jersey for children under 13 years old.

Encourage ethics by facing your conscience. If you live your life as a tennis player, conflict with the referee is inevitable. Tennis, known for its "noble sports," strives to cultivate clean and ethical humans.

The point may be re-issued here and agreed upon by both players. But Young-suk quit. When Young-seok was quiet, the mean-grinning opponent got up. It was a pure malice which could never be seen as a child, but rather as a child.

"Ha… … . "

'The little boy… Are you already exploiting it? '

Yeong-seok saw the scene and his eyes turned. It was boiled.

Even when he was hit by a brick, the culprit would have been that child.

He would have cheered for the joy of hitting people as if he had caught a dragonfly, plucked wings, and plucked his head.

Despicable behavior that could just go silently eroded Yeong-seok.

pop!

Finally, it was time for Youngseok to return from the adcot (left).

The opposing player noticed that Young-suk's forehand was weak, and ran to the net as soon as he served.

'Sub & Ballina.'

It is definitely a valid operation. When I came to the net with a racket grip, I learned that I learned properly. So more angry.

Yeong-seok concentrated.

I already went through a set and could practice a lot of forehands.

pop!

The target was my head.

"윽."

The opposing player instantly became stiff when the ball flew into his head and did not handle the ball properly.

barrel.

When the ball came back to Yeong-seok without the hawk, Yeong-seok shine his eyes.

'You have a soul.'

With some malice, he has beaten Drive-volley, which is like playing a forehand drive in tennis.

puck!

The ball flew so furiously that it flew to a stupidly standing opponent.

"Ahh!!"

The opponent screamed, covering his face with a racket. Luckily, the ball hit the racket and came back to Young-seok. Anyone who has learned tennis so far can respond.

"큭큭."

The opposing player, staring at Yeong-suk, who had cold eyes, was terrified like a child.

bang!

"Oh!"

Along with his screams, his opponent crouched and shivered. However, the ball was only inserted into the empty place.

'쯧.'

No matter how angry his stone could turn his eyes, he could not hit the ball.

Too long for that.

"Hey… … . "

The officials, who were preparing to jump into several courts, sighed.

The conflict on the court was so small that I couldn't know it.

pop!

"Game Three!"

Ying screamed. The match was 0: 6, 6: 0, and Young-suk's win of 2 sets first.

Yeong-seok calmly walked in front of the net. The opponent just walked the court without a tatter after the smash.

"Don't do it next time."

When he saw his opponent approaching, he was tall but he still looked like a child.

When I saw such a child, I was angry with my previous one, and I suddenly whispered a little whispered and suddenly the opponent shook the racket.

Huung! widely!

Yeong-seok lifted his racket at a glance and barely blocked it.

The opponent shed tears in tears.

"pup… … . "

No matter how experienced, even this time the heart was surprised enough to stop.

"What are you doing!!"

It was then. Hearing a clattering court, a young man ran at an unbelievable pace to beat his opponent.

"… … ?! "

Astonishment was surprised or not, the young man raised the fallen child and struck her cheek.

match!!

"Who taught it like that ?! uh?! This baby ... … . "

"Stop it. There are many eyes to see… … . "

Suddenly, Young-seok's father dried up the young man.

Then, the young man shedding tears and holding his limp opponent, shook his head to Yeong-seok and his father.

"Sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm wrong. Reprove me. "

"Once you come out of the court. Come out and talk, Son Sun. "

When the father called the young man, the young man flashed his head.

"Okay. Follow me! "

Then Yeongseok sighed.

So many things happened in the first round.

***

"He had won in last year's fifth grade."

Dad came to talk to Young-seok, who was not able to freeze because his mother was holding her sweat.

"Ok?"

Yeong-seok bitterly asked.

My heart is rotten. Wielding a racket to the opponent. It's the worst evil you've ever heard.

"Who is that man?"

Young Suk diverted attention.

It was a shock. Even in 91 years, it was surprising to see such a ruthless defeat of a teaching student.

"I am an unemployed player who retired a while ago. You've been coaching and coaching your alma mater three years ago. Oh, are you hurt? "

The father asked, and the mother answered quickly.

"Aren't you going to ask that first? Where the hell are you? … . "

The father could not say anything because of the mother's bruises. Young-seok calmly took her mother's hand and calmed her down.

"I'm fine. by the way… The racket is broken. "

How hard he swung, Young-suk's racket was bent. Junior rackets because they were weak durability.

"My aunt bought it… I have a bag left now. "

Young-seok took another racket out of the bag and checked the string.

The thumb was pushed, the palm was pressed and the tension was tested.

Young-suk's parents staring at the image, he had to admit in his heart.

The incredible story that Yeong-seok told before.

***

After that, the match was over.

Too tired, Yeong-seok covered the short part with his legs, swept the coat of arms and legs, and won the championship with a roomless set.

'The kids can't do this originally.'

I was dead. Fifth grade, sixth grade, too bad.

At the end of the round was the best opponent. Other than that, there was no talent.

Seoul Gangdong & Gangnam National School

Less than five years ago, Young-suk was the youngest student to win.

Yeong-seok was even worse when he received a gold plated medal.

'I want to play more games… … . '

Irrespective of the spirit of Yeong-seok, the adults around him trembled.

Yeong-seok's parents looked at him as easily as he won, and Jin-hee's parents were also impressed. Jin-hee said, "Woowang, Young-seok is cool!"

When Young-seok, who came down from the podium, tried to get out of the stadium with his parents, a man approached and talked.

"that… Sorry for being busy. My name is Park Jung-hoon and I'm a reporter for Tennis Korea Magazine. If not, can I interview you? "