Chapter 8.1 - First defeat

The weekend came again.

Since I was half my age at 14 and 17 years old, I'm sure you'll be full of serious opponents today.

Yeong-seok greeted the dawn while he was breathing. I sat at my desk and started filling out the questionnaire that became a habit. The left handwriting is English, but it feels quite neat.

Did you sleep well today?

8.

I slept well, but woke up at about 3 am because of urination.

How is your physical condition today?

8.

Yesterday's training was a bit overworked and I had some fatigue.

How is your mental condition today?

10.

I'm looking forward to a match today.

How motivated are you today?

10.

Best. The most anticipated since coming to Florida.

Simply filling in the questionnaire, Young-suk went down for breakfast.

Jin-hee, who met at the restaurant, had a hardened face, and she seemed to have already entered the combat mode.

"Jinhee, don't be nervous already. Do you want to eat and walk? "

"Yes? okay."

Jin Hee faced the opponent of last week's finals from the first round today. As a professional, he continues to meet familiar faces in numerous competitions. If you are short, you will meet for 1 year. Yesterday's final opponent is today's second and third opponents. Thinking that Jin-hee's mental burden would be great, Yeong-seok chatted a lot to unravel Jin-hee's condition.

***

The sun shines brightly on the red coat, and the light is split into small pieces.

Today's tournament takes place in Clay Court. It is a unique event of the Academy to hold tournaments on different courts every week.

There are 12 men between the ages of 14 and 17. Some players play four games, while others play three games. Yeong-seok was in the same four-game team as last week.

'The more games, the better.'

Yeong-seok looked around and shone his eyes.

Obviously because they are older children, they were bigger than Yeong-seok. It will probably weigh more than 10 kilograms. Except for a few Asians, they had almost the same physique.

'It is expected.'

Each of the boys is relaxing in their own style.

They run lightly, sit on their coats and tear their legs. Basically, everyone is focusing on properly tensioning the muscles of the body. Young Suk was also paired with Jin Hee to relax.

"What do you think? hurt? Should I press a little longer? "

Yeongseok pressed Jinhee's back straight and opened her mouth.

After joining the academy, Yeong-seok and Jin-hee who are always sticking together are already dating among the children. I've often watched my eyes fluttering as I passed by. Youngseok didn't care about that because of his high mental age, and Jinhee didn't care about it because he lived with his life.

"OK."

Jinhee replies with her face hardened.

'It's not good… … '

Jinhee's whole body is a little cold. Maybe it failed to release the tension.

"Korean mask… … . "

Young Suk was lucky.

"Huh?"

"Let's go buy two tennis shoes."

"It's still fine… … . Are you all worn out? "

Yeong-seok responded by crawling.

"Let's match the same model with the same color."

"… … . "

Jin-hee did not say anything at the end of the talk.

Jin-hee's warm body temperature was felt in Yeong-seok's hand. In a good sense, the burden seems to be reduced a bit.

"If you win a lot and take a medal full, your parents will give you a lot of pocket money."

"Huh… … . "

"Go. Win and come. Now, Jin-hee is not your opponent. "

"Huh?"

"Look. I'm short and I have more muscles than I need. "

"The ball is too old… … . "

When Jin-hee answered dimly, Yeong-suk shook his head.

"Last time, I was just playing tennis. Poke a lot of courses to induce mistakes and make a lot of Bali. You don't have to hit Jinhee in a fight that your opponent is good at. Jin-hee, you are quick and volleying. There will be less than 100 women in the world who can do that. "

"Over is… … . "

Jin-hee fled and gave pinzan.

Still, I noticed a slight redness on my face and my body softened.

Ying screamed lively.

"Let's win together!"

"Huh!"

***

1 round.

The opponent was a Western boy who was quite tall and seemed skinny.

Young-seok, who has failed to serve, prepared to return.

Whirlpool- Ugh!

"uh?!"

Yeong-seok felt a strange discomfort when the opponent wielded the racket.

It is when Choi Young-tae inserts the serve without any recognition. The ball passes through Yeong-seok in vain without any preparation to return.

"15: 0!"

The referee exclaimed.

It's a sub ace. The other party was preparing for the next serve without any sign of joy.

'Not playful? Is that a serve for teenagers? '

It seems that more than 170km / h came out. After being bound by Clay Court, time was given to Young-seok a little bit more, but that's unacceptable.

'First of all, let's get information.'

Whiley-

bang!

'How the joints move like that! What is the elbow… … . '

It's not usually flexible. The elbow's range of motion seems to be twice that of the general public.

The elasticity whips the ball like a whip and the ball seems to be ripped long like a snake.

'If you just have something… … . '

However, Yeong-seok's talent is not so plentiful that he is twice hit by the ball. Without worrying about my posture, I stretched my arms and put my racket on the ball.

Tung ~!

A ball hit by Young-seok's racket floated.

The opponent looks at the ball calmly and steps on,

bang!

I plugged it in.

"30: 0!"

'Drive Ballina… … . I'm not kidding. '

Young-suk was certainly aware that he was an "obvious advantage over himself."

When this is realized, the person's qualities are evaluated according to the psychological actions he reacts to. Yeong-seok was naturally born, but the mind was already a professional.

'Dispose one set. Let's get as much as possible and get all the information you need. '

Since then, one set has been very long.

Your opponent can't have a 100% first serve success rate unless he is a genius of the century. Fortunately, the strong serve that is hard to receive is a 50% chance. My breath went up to the tip of my chin and my legs fluttered a little, but Yeong-seok focused on receiving constantly. Young-seok's strength, the backhand, plays a big role in slowing down the game.

"deuce!"

1st set score 5: 3.

Youngseok is behind two games.

'Fortunately, I figured out before the end of the first set.'

Yeong-seok's eyes, creepy and cold, are burning like a fire.

As a test of the limit of concentration, Yeong-seok's consciousness was disassembling the other end without knowing the end.

As the level of consciousness grew higher, Yeong-seok's brain did something that ordinary people could never do.

'center.'

The only way to predict the toss is to raise your opponent's toss and raise your arm.

Before the end of the first set, the opponent's everything is already stuck in the spirit.

Whirik!

bang!

Serve continued intensely, but Young-seok smiled. Because it entered the center as expected. I couldn't get a return ace after returning to Young-Suk's forehand, but the inside-out course (at 11 o'clock in the case of Young-Suk's forehand) was in my head, and I adjusted the RBI. The goal is to step on the other side of the opponent to relax volley.

pop!

The opponent watched the return of Yeong-suk jumped at the moment.

'out… No, is it… … ? '

I see a high parabolic ball and I'm out.

"큭!"

The ball, which didn't wait for it, dropped exactly on the line and eventually hit an unintended rising ball. OK,

"Cuck."

The sound of laughter was faint.

Yeong-seok rushed to the net, pouring fire from the snow. Youngsuk's volley neatly pierced the vacant place, trying to think that little body felt scary.

"Ad receiver!"

'done!'

Yeong-seok secretly cheered in secret.

It may have been a normal rally for others, but everyone who watched Young-seok's game from the start caught the eye. Full predictions and planned rally followed, and all noticed that Rally had ended as Youngsuk intended. Considering the age of Yeong-seok was a point that can not feel mature.

Of course, that was noticed by Yeong-seok's opponent. I caught it more sensitively than anyone else. I was confused at the moment, but my heart quickly ate.

'Yes, you might expect. It's absurd to get caught up so quickly… … . '

Tennis is, after all, a fight over who creates more of a "flow that you know and can't afford to suffer".

That's too common for professional-oriented people.

'if so… How about this! '