Chapter 5.2 - Lesson

Choi Young-tae bounces the ball several times and tosses it high. From the height and direction of the toss, it will be a flat serve. When the tossed ball reaches the highest point, he flexes his knees with his knees bent and hits the ball. Inner rotation takes place on the shoulders and arms and the racket face rubs the ball.

pop!

After moving the center of gravity from the back to the front, I jumped and hit the ball with that force, so my body moved forward. Surprisingly, the place where Choi Young-tae landed was the service line.

"here."

Choi Young-tae followed two or three light steps in a moment to get to the net.

"saw?"

"Yeah."

Yeong-seok was fishy.

160 km / h? There is no approximation. It seems to have come close to 180km / h.

"I'm so short, so if you serve 190cm or 2m, the server will already be on the net before returning."

Yeong-seok had no choice but to accept.

"i See."

"If so, let's talk again. How is it best to return? "

"Well······."

Young-seok is in trouble.

It's not something you're going to stab at random.

Wheelchair tennis and just tennis are so different that Yeong-seok is always in trouble.

'To keep the ball long behind both sides? It's so hard Even if you just let go of the cart ball at lesson, two or three out of ten will fail. Hard.'

Choi Yeong-tae watched Yeong-seok so worried and said.

"Considering the type and course of the sub, there's no real return. In other words, you have to make a gambling choice. "

"Do you mean gambling?"

"okay. Instead, you must pierce your hand completely. In other words, careful calculation is required. For example, if you have a hand called a quick foot, you can return to a ball with a long flight time and use your quick foot as a strategy to respond to your opponent's choice then. But even with a quick foot, going to the defensive side can be a waste of health. The overwhelming number of server choices is the hallmark of tennis. "

"right."

"The important thing is the ability to calculate. You should be able to gauge how many rallys will go on at the moment the serve comes. Your opponent's choice of your return, and your choice of yours. If you have three opponents, you must quickly calculate and come up with answers that can answer all three. And this can only be gained through a high level of training and a lot of experience. "

"It's hard."

"In other words, a good return can only be realized if you have a readable head."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"Return it again."

Choi Yeong-tae squeezed Yeong-seok with his head and shook his shoulder and prepared to serve. Young Suk was trustworthy in appearance.

Meanwhile, there are two women watching two men.

Jinhee, a 13-year-old, is in the midst of listening to a lady's eyes when she sees her from afar with her eyes or fine wrinkles in her mouth than when she first saw her.

"Very just ... look at your concentration. It's been over an hour already, and I keep hitting if it's not hard. "

Yuri kicked his tongue. Jinhee was silently following the footsteps of Young-seok.

"Coach."

"Huh?"

When Jin-hee had just called Yuri, she prepared to listen seriously.

"I've been with Yeong-seok all day. I think it will be. "

"right."

Weary was convinced. If you just watch the two The world of these children is narrow because each other focuses only on each other. But as deep as narrow, others are surprised at the depth. For conservative reasons, if there is a soul mate between men and women, I think that is true.

"So I know well. Youngsuk's life is tennis. From waking up in the morning to falling asleep at night, I eat for tennis, think, study, speak, and walk. I threw my whole life away. "

Yuri was more surprised at Jinhee's words. Because his tone was mature. Perhaps that old man was stuck with Lee Young-suk.

It's not a big deal for Yeong-seok to go all-in. It's no surprise that all kids who want to eat and play tennis are the same. That's what the professional world is.

'This person's life is tennis. Otherwise it won't be that level. Wake up in the morning for tennis, eat, watch, hear, talk, and concentrate on your nerves. So I think about tennis without hesitation every day and live for tennis. '

It is a professional life that others have to live in awe. Naturally came up to the neck, but we endured and listened to Jinhee.

"But I sometimes get short of breath. Can I follow him? I want to go together, but I always feel behind. Not to mention tennis. I'm probably not going to be a player. You know. How slow my feet are. "

As the banks burst, Jin Hee's calcining continues.

As I went through puberty, I quickly grew up. The transition is in confusion. Yuri still held Jinhee's hand and gazed at Jinhee's eyes.

"Your feet are slow, that's when compared to Yeong-seok. You're fast enough. Perhaps the fastest girl ever dreaming of your age tennis player? "

"······."

Yuri seemed to know why Jinhee died.

I'm not used to it. What you are not used to is to compare your position with others.

Jin-hee shakes her head and opens her mouth.

"I want to win even studying. But do you know? Coach, don't you know how good Youngsuk is? College entrance exam? I have the same thing, but if I solve it with a practice test, I can't get 5 wrongs. I'm 12 years old, the smartest in our country. You can't win studying, you can't win tennis. "

Weary resonated.

Perhaps Jin-hee feels a deep connection with Yeong-seok and wants to continue that relationship in the future.

But who wants to be on an equal footing, not up and down. Perhaps Jin-hee will suffer from inferiority for the rest of her life. Jin-hee is afraid of it. What do you mean here? Flimsy comfort is like flipping a wound. Suddenly the boy's voice was heard when he did not know what to do.

"You don't have to."

It is Youngseok. Young-seok, who hit the ball from a distance, realized that Jin-hee and Yuri's serious atmosphere were haunted. Jin-hee looks at Yeong-seok with her face filled with tears.

"You and I are not that simple. You can't understand it, but you're not such a thing to me. You just don't have to look at me so complicated I hope that's all thanks to you, my accomplishment is yours. You just exist. "

You don't know who you are talking about.

But truly Jin-hee is such a thing to Yeong-seok. Too deep and tough. Feeling to share your life. It is a clear hitter, but it feels like part of the self. Perhaps Jin-hee will not think of Yeong-seok. That is the weight of the bond that Yeong-seok must live in.

"What do you mean?"

Jin-hee steals the snow.

I think I'm going to talk to Yeong-seok all day long and I'm going to tear it up just by telling Lee Yu-ri.

"Yes, how do you know I don't know? First of all, don't worry about that. If I'm doing well, I know it's because of you. Then you can. 'Ah, Yeong-seok plays tennis so well because of me. You are good at studying because of me. '

In the end, Young-suk, who blamed himself for saying strange words, stroked Jin-hee's head.

Nowadays, he stroked a lot bigger than Yeong-seok.

Jin-hee quietly accepted Young-seok's hand. I did. The special relationship that he has been in since childhood is almost distorted by Jin-hee. However, it is not known whether Jin-hee really understood the meaning of Young-seok's words.

Weary couldn't say anything in the conversation between the two children.

When did you and Choi talk about that? What comfort did they both have in exchanges between victory and defeat as a player, and what relationship did they have? It's a bit of a devil.

"After that, let's go home. I'll wash up. "

Young Suk opened his mouth.

Jin-hee wanted to understand the meaning of Young-seok's words and touches, and I didn't know what it was, but I thought I just knew it. It's a mysterious and complicated day.