Chapter 5.4 - Lesson

"What?"

Young-suk was surprised and asked Jinhee once more.

"Don't come out. I'll take care of all of Bali, so Yeong-seok will match you. "

In other words, Jin-hee's own movement was to follow the spirit of the young-seok.

If the person in charge is on the left, the person in the back usually takes the right. If the potential on the left turns to the right, the backside behind the right moves back to the left. This organic movement and the elimination of voids on the court is one of the most basic doubles strategies.

"… okay."

Yeong-seok nodded as if he was embarrassed by Jinhee's powerful expression.

Jin-hee nodded loudly, confirming Yeong-seok's answer, and walked back to the net.

"Are you finished? It's nice to talk, but it's been 20 seconds. "

Choi Young-tae shouted as he prepared to serve.

"Sorry, you can start now!"

"OK!!"

Choi Young-tae answered and tossed.

The lower half of the body, which is slowly moving, and the wriggling sensation, and the cool eye of Choi Young-tae gave Yeong-seok a strong feeling.

"Flat, center."

As Young-seok thought, the ball entered the center well.

It was a serve that could receive Young-Suk, falling seven and eighty kilometers away from Choi's original speed.

thud.

'윽. It's heavy… … . '

Only one of the predictions was correct. The course was as expected, but it was a spin serve with a huge turn.

Tung!

The tremendous spin made the ball's course unpredictable, and unfortunately Young's return was very clunky.

Flinch.

Young-seok, who was worried about his lack of return, instinctively tried to send his body forward, but Jin-hee's eyes staring at him stared at him, so he had to stop and stop.

pop!

Took.

phut!

Took.

Young-seok's hesitant bird, the Balinese war between two priests, weary and Jinhee, were in front of the net.

***

'Well, how are you?'

Yeong-seok admired himself, watching Jin-hee, who fluttered in front of the net.

He would not watch, but he instinctively caught the weakness, not the weakness of the reason why he couldn't send the ball to Jinhee's body dangerously.

'Me, me ... … . '

In particular, the surprise of Yuri working with Jinhee and Bali was greater.

'this child… You use space in three dimensions… … ! '

Perhaps it's just a quick look.

But Jin-hee's ball didn't have a single ball coming into the same course.

If an average person thinks of the "direction" of the left and the right, Jinhee calculates and sends the ball to the long and short of each ball.

This is natural for ordinary forehand and backhand strokes, but it's pretty hard for volleys who have to deal with an unbound ball. If it is a baby like Jinhee.

"… … !!! "

Yeong-seok, who followed the movement of Jin-hee in vain behind, quickly focused on Jin-hee's ball and soon realized a great fact.

'surely… … ! '

Although almost a lesson, which could not be thought of as a match, meant that Jin-hee would move according to our intentions, Jin-hee's ability was amazing.

'Do you control rotation with Bali?'

pop!

While competing, Young-seok watched Jin-hee's arm closely.

Jinhee's posture to prepare for the ball to stand up and raise her racket was similar to that of Bali.

Tung!

Jin-hee throws her lightly at the ball.

Orient with your body and your arms show minimal movement.

And… … .

'wrist!'

Jinhee's wrist responded very softly like a soft spring.

It's a hand control that governs how much you kill or save a turn from your opponent's ball.

Probably, Jin-hee is more likely to move her body with an abstract sense of 'I want this much.' It is Jin-hee's physical ability to realize the abstract idea as precisely as a machine. That's persimmon and talent.

"synthesis!"

Jin-ri, who is dealing with Jin Hee across the net, also realized Jin-hee's unusual ability. And the rally to Bali only lasted a while.

Tung!

pop!

phut!

The reason why I was doing silent lessons was to put the ball at the speed and course that Jinhee couldn't get, and the last day's game was over.

'I never won three points in a single day.'

Young-seok, who was greatly disappointed, looked at Hill Jin Jin-hee's eyes. Jin-hee, who was losing her enthusiasm, is afraid that she will be more interested in tennis.

"… cook."

Young-seok laughed at the last.

It was because of the frustration of the person who grabbed the end of the game of enthusiasm and enlightenment from the frowning face of Jinhee.

"Come here and do some massage."

Choi Young-tae and Yuri sat back with their children massaged for 30 minutes.

That was the product of their bet.

***

The bet is over, but the lesson in the form of a match continues.

The free massage ticket, a bet, will be lost even if Yeong-seok and Jin-hee take two points in one game. It is a very simple condition, but Yeong-seok and Jin-hee could not get two points.

phut!

Close up.

Yeong-seok ran over the shortly crossed ball and used his wrist to 'walk over'.

Shlick.

The ball, which had its own number of revolutions, could not cross the wall of Yuri which was blocked like an iron wall.

Yoo-ri shouted at Yeong-seok, who threw Yeong-seok's ball to Bali with a loud sound.

"You keep telling me not to habitually approach me (Approach shot). Approach should be bold. If you do, consider further development! If you're not going to do it, definitely slow down the tempo! Seat now! "

An abstract spirit encompasses the coat.

Yeong-seok gleamed like a man who was thirsty and thirsty to learn and accepted coaching from Yuri.

'It was not this field that I was the best in the world. It's the same tennis, but it can never be the same, so I'm more than seconds, more than seconds, more than seconds. '

Hypnotize yourself.

Then you can feel quite calm.

Teachings also feel like rain on drought land.

"Why do you stay there after the approach? A place where you can't even fly, a place where you can't smash, or a place where you can't stroke! Say how many times you say dead zone! "

Cold sweat flows over the back of the weaning body.

There's a reason to drive him so severely that he doesn't suit him.

'You should keep Jin-hee up and confuse Yeong-seok.'

Choi Young-tae will know the meaning of weary. And the most important person of this strategy, Yeong-seok, also faces the eyes of Yuri with deep eyes.

'… After all, you know. '

After repeatedly looking at the ageless grille, I thought loomingly Youngseok would understand this situation.

A bold wave of emotions grazes the eyes of weaning.

"Nose, coach."

Jin-hee was the only person who stood still and was fidgety at seeing Yeong-seok.

Unable to adapt to the cold and tense atmosphere, the little girl shook her feet and said nothing.

It is now Jinhee shining white. Yi-ri, who smiled at her inward conversion, pretended not to hear Jin-hee's words.

"Let's do it again. This time, Jin-hee serves and plays in the back, and Young-seok plays net in the vanguard. You should move well this time. I will be relentless. "

The hard, gapless voice of Yuri became a strict command that made the children move.

***

Chic, enjoy.

"Well, this is the court."

When did you prepare?

Choi Young-tae is holding a small blackboard, and Yuri draws a coat on the blackboard.

Four small circles are packed tightly together.

"Double is a unique form of tennis. I'll simply compare and explain. "

Yuri scrambled the words Singles vs. Doubles as a board marker.

"Singles has a strategy of three if an individual's ability is seven. A faster, stronger and more agile person is advantageous. It's a matter of course. Sports must be true. On the other hand! "

After a strong speech, Yuri again scratches the board marker on the board. There is no squeaky sound.

The tone has also changed.

"Double is the opposite. Your ability is 3 and your strategy is 7. The team lacks a strategy of two more than one. Why is that? Let Jinhee tell you. "

Jin-hee, who was named by Yuri, is surprised and surprised.

The foam is very cute.

"… There are many balls that we cannot receive… … ? "

"right. Jin-hee is smart. "

The main reason was a big nod.

Jinhee is scratching her head and complaining about Yeong-seok's attention.

"It's easy to think simple. The coat is the same size but twice as large. Will the ball come and go twice as fast? "

The nodding children were like chicks.

Weary, who barely grabbed the edge of the smile, protruding from the temple, continued to cough.

"To the number of balls that go back and forth more than twice at the same time. Doubles is the most important, so rapport with your partner. No, practice is more important than rapport. You have to keep on breathing together. "

"What I approached for sure was irrational. How should we put together a strategy? "

Yeong-suk raised his hand and asked.

I really knew that the skit, not the current skit, was for Jinhee, but the explanation of Lee Yuri was really cool and easy to understand.

'I knew it wouldn't be fasting for my head, but I actually added it… I should concentrate on this opportunity and learn. '

Did the enthusiasm have been transmitted?

Usually gentle and gentle woman. But the reason for teaching was no less than a soldier.

"You don't have to teach in words. Match, keep playing. "

***

"Arrived. Go eat, sleep well early. I'll see you tomorrow."

Choi Young-tae acted as a knight and dropped Young-seok and Jin-hee from the front door of the villa.

"Oh, I'm Sasok."

Yeong-seok makes an uncomfortable sound and shouts out. At the same time, it is aimed at Jin-hee, who notices sneaking.

"… … . "

Gypsum merchants won't be so cold and hard.

Jin-hee was silent.

"What is Jinhee? OK??"

Young Suk courageously speaks again.

Pretend to be caught, pretend to knead your back, and put a fist in your back.

"… Huh."

Stark, Jin-hee, turned a little bit and replied, facing Yeong-seok and eyes.

Jin-hee's eyes, and the underlying one, are deep affection for Yeong-seok. There is no jealousy, envy, or hatred. Warm light overflows.

But black crayons are painted on it.

Colorfully, the brilliantly shining pieces of emotion are painted in black like a gangster.

Deep hole close to magnetic.

The hole, which was only the size of a needle hole, became a new fist.

"… okay? I'm glad."

Young-seok, who answers, cannot know Jin-hee's heart. I can only guess.

Naturally, Yeong-seok's voice also became depressed. Jin-hee is sick for a while, but turns back and walks.

'I would have done it before. No, no. Depression and despair vary as much as the number of people. … . '

Like a wave that is not high and has a short cycle, the eyes of Young-seok are rumbled.

Seeing Jinhee's back, which appears to have been painted in gray, Yeong-seok doubted himself.

Is Jin-hee gray or Yeong-seok sees Jin-hee's eyes gray.