So two months passed. Two months passed and the sun passed.
Young Suk is 13 years old and Jin Hee is 14 years old.
Young-seok and Jin-hee were studying like a zombie. Young Suk is studying with the aim of Daedae and Jin Hee. Their complexion was so dying so much that they were good for their parents.
"Youngseok, I can teach you this."
Jin-hee, who was getting a bit thicker and asked Yeon-seok's younger brothers, was really awkward.
"This… … . "
Youngseok kindly wrote down the notes and released them.
As a result, A4 paper was scattered in the room. It's all traces of black color, so it's a trace of Yeong-seok.
"Can't we just memorize this formula at the end?"
Yeong-seok's explanation lasted for 15 minutes and finally finished, Jinhee asked.
"Mathematics is for the double layer of thinking. If you don't know anything, I'd recommend holding at least an hour. You have to pull out all the formulas that you think are relevant, write them down on one side, and try things out a little bit. "
Yeong-seok took out one more A4 and arranged it neatly.
"If you put a wire or something in one place, it's incredibly tangled. You can think of it as a math problem. Even though it looks distant, it's going to be released when it's released one by one. "
"Huh… … . "
Jinhee was sullen because he seemed to be a tree.
Yeong-seok stroked Jin-hee's head.
"This is a concept that Jinhee hasn't learned yet, so it's only natural that she didn't solve it. Don't die. "
"Huh!"
Jin-hee responded lively.
Young Suk once swept his arm over the desk and the books fell down.
There are so many problem books and concept books that two hold on each subject, so drop them at once and spread the next subject on your desk.
"Well did you talk when you were in Florida?"
Young Suk was lucky. I plan to study English.
"I didn't have a big problem with my roommates, but I didn't get what the coaches explained."
Jin-hee pondered and answered.
"okay? So let's study words and idioms related to tennis. Well, this is the file I copied from Florida… Let's listen together. "
The files prepared by Yeong-seok are a commentary on a game, press conferences, and player interviews.
Foreign casters and commentators rarely speak when they broadcast. Will it take about 10 to 15 minutes to collect what I said in one game?
"Just great! awesome! amazing! I only hear this… … . Hehe."
After listening to Jinhee, she pulls her tongue and smiles.
Youngseok smiled too. Unlike soccer, tennis doesn't try to "teach" viewers. Just compliment the players and sometimes end up with the opportunity. I don't even say anything during the rally. So in some cases, players can only hear breaths and moans for five minutes.
Still, there were many references to interview recordings.
"I prepared this too."
Yeong-seok took something out of the main island bag. I saw a bunch of paper.
"I have put together my own words and phrases and the necessary sentences in the dialogue between the players and the staff."
"Oh my gosh… … . "
I was surprised to see that Jinhee prepared Yeongseok.
I know I'm moving on the same schedule as myself. After training, you'll faint and feel tired until you fall asleep. Rice is eaten only to grow. Otherwise, 5 kg of each week will be ridiculously funny. In the middle of going through a harsh schedule that is almost insane, Young Seok was prepared to study like that. Youngsuk is already teaching all the subjects, so he is preparing for the lesson and arranging the points. Jin-hee, who was able to carefully measure how much she had to do, was impressed by Yeong-seok's devotion.
Warlock.
Suddenly Jinhee hugged Yeongseok.
Suddenly the height of the two are similar, it is not the same between sister and sister.
"Thanks… … . "
Yeong-seok was upset.
Since coming from the United States, Jin-hee's skinship has become a big deal. Holding hands and folding arms is the best thing to do. A normal 13-year-old boy would have pushed it off, but Yeong-seok is so cute that he is accepting it.
'Girls grow big quickly… … . '
Perhaps Jinhee won't have a chance to get along with girls.
Alumni girls in school, motivations of athletics… It is common for people to socialize together, but Jinhee won't. Even people, love, accidents… They will all get along with you and learn.
Jin Hee's dependence on Young Suk is beyond imagination.
Yeong-seok is Jin-young's younger brother and friend, a lover and a brother. Not only that, but since he was young, Yeong-suk has been serving as a parent, receiving meals, teaching and studying.
"… … . "
Blemish.
As a result, Yeong-seok felt a great sense of responsibility.
But on the other hand, there was a good breath.
'okay. I'll do everything. '
A strange flame rose in Yeong-seok's eyes.
It is the eyes of a man with a mixture of responsibility and possessive desire. Yeongseok I don't know, but it is.
***
"come fast!"
Choi Young-tae yells at Yeong-seok and Jin-hee, who are lingering in the distance.
The children were dark because they were dark in color. Too hard days are eating out the body's functions.
Still, Yeong-seok grabbed Jin-hee's hand in Yung-tae's headache and quickly moved on.
"Today both of you compete with your peers."
Choi Young-tae resolutely said whether Yeong-seok and Jin-hee had been poor.
"match… Yo?"
Young-seok was dizzy.
What a match? … It's too hard to wash alone in the evening and it takes 30 minutes. A game in the middle of this. Jinhee is also crying next to her. However, Choi turned to the car. The reason why he was so cool sat in the passenger seat without saying anything.
Yeong-seok and Jin-hee were in the back seat.
Uh-
The car quietly screamed at my legs with an engine noise.
*
"Hello!"
Choi Young-tae opened the door and entered the court.
An old man, who looks warm from afar, approached Choi Young-tae.
"Gosh… We'll see you at wedding, after a long time. "
Then I asked her to say hello with a good looking smile.
"Yuri, have you been well?"
"Yes, bishop!"
The man, who looks good, was a director of Cheongsong Middle School's tennis club, Choi Young-tae's alma mater, and was a well-known master who won a national championship. The humanity was good enough that Choi Young-tae went on a relationship with Lee and asked him his best regards.
"Yes, are these children your disciples?"
The director looked at Yeong-seok and Jin-hee and asked him so.
Jin-hee also said hello.
"Hello!"
"Good morning."
"Yes, please do well today."
The director responded with a smile and asked his eyes to Choi Young-tae again.
"Warm up?"
"If you wait for 30 minutes, I will definitely release it."
"Yes, you can use the playground. I will prepare the children too. "
When the director finished, he turned around and trudged again.
Bamtool head boys were nervously looking at the director.
Choi Young-tae told Young-seok and Jin-hee.
"Today is the day of the Cheongsong Middle School Monthly Tournament. Every month, students choose competitions from every grade. With good results, everybody will have their own poison as long as they become the main players. Jin-hee, you go to the women's club next to Coach Lee Yu-ri and enter the tournament as well. "
"Yeah!"
The answer seemed to be quite big, but Jin-hee was just as dead.
"Let's go out together to warm up."
Choi Young Tae took the children to the playground.
"Is there 400 meters of sprint? Do only two sets. "
"Yeah?!"
Yeong-seok and Jin-hee have already been able to warm up to four sets of warm-ups in two months, but they are different in this situation.
'I want to fall down, but I have to fight. Should I run this ignorant thing? … . '
Youngseok and Jinhee sighed.
"What are you doing, don't run. Run fast !! "
Choi Young-tae yelled at them.
Only then did the two sentences stretch and prepare to run.
"know? No matter what happens, it should not be later than the record you played on the first day. "
Choi Young-tae spit firmly like a devil.