Chapter 13.1 - Practice with Safin

The morning of the weekend was bright.

Young-suk opened his eyes with his eyes open. I'm already used to having breakfast without an alarm clock. Especially on important days like today.

'I don't think I'm sleeping because I'm pounding.'

Just like the day of Jinhee's confession, today was a thrilling night with tremendous pounding so that the sleep time felt like a moment.

'Conditions are okay.'

Young Suk, who closed his eyes and contemplated his body, smiled and clasped his fists.

I didn't feel like sleeping enough to feel the night, but that's proof that I slept so deeply.

'Heart rate ··· is good.'

Young-seok, who looked at the pulse in a calm manner, smiled as if he was satisfied.

Even at the academy, every morning, every morning he checks his self, so I have a habit of checking my physical condition.

"Go."

I just wash my face in the bathroom.

Turn the faucet up and turn on the water.

Shoot it.

Watch the water pour out for about 5 seconds.

Touch your hands to collect water and put it on your face three times. Soap is gently rolled two or three times in your hand and bubbles, followed by rubbing your cheeks, cheeks, forehead, and chin. Rinse must be completed in three times.

After washing your face, take out the finely folded towel and lightly rub your face. Then turn the towel twice.

pop! pop!

Hang the towel on the chair.

'Good.'

The heart beats a little faster and makes Yeongseok feel good.

Before this important day, you must act according to this series of processes. How to walk, breathe, and take care of the eyes.

'Now you have to dress up and go eat.'

You should do the same thing in the same order, without allowing any misalignment to feel obsessive. This is called a routine. This is a common symptom in tennis players who always have to overcome everything alone. By doing the same thing, you find peace of mind. When you usually serve, you can easily find out the player's habits. The same thing happens: the number of times you bounce the ball, touch your clothes, sweep your sweat, or rub your nose. The player repeats this ten years and twenty years, consciously. Of course, this routine is also common outside of competitions. Not only do others know, there are many attempts to find peace of mind in all kinds of lifestyles.

"Are you serious?"

Yeong-seok smiled to write a self-help after opening the door. In his case, there is an "implicit rule" of opening a towel on a chair and reaching a visit within 8.5 steps. It stresses Young-seok and at the same time gives stability. That's why.

"Youngseok ~"

As he went down to the restaurant, he saw Jinhee waving in the sight of Yeong-seok.

'Now off.'

Throw out obsessions, pressures, and security. The exception is when you see Jinhee, when you meet your family, when you eat, or when you sleep. I convinced myself that I didn't have to follow the rules.

Academic students' eyes to see Jin-hee who ran cold and wrapped around Young-seok's arms were grave graveness itself. Seeing every year to pour sesame seeds is chronic.

***

Carefully hired a small bus from the academy. No, it's always ready, so you should say that you have a transportation system rather than a charter. Three coaches, one physiotherapist and three video teams were on the bus. Sam didn't see where he went.

'I didn't do it when I went out Futures.'

Young-seok, who smiles in his heart, is preparing to get on the bus, but when he is carrying a tennis bag from far away, Jin-hee is running to catch him.

"Jinhee, do you go?"

Yeong-seok waited for Jin-hee to arrive for a while and asked Jin-hee.

Asked the question, Jin-hee was foolish.

"then? Am I not going? "

"uh?"

Yeong-suk bowed his head.

Jinhee's question felt strangely logical.

"done. Come on up. I'll ride too. "

"Yes."

Young-suk got on the bus as many times as he did, and Jin-hee followed.

Of course the seat was next.

"Exit ~ Foot!"

Jin-hee shouted brightly as the bus departed with engine noise.

'Then it was the same in Futures.'

Yeong-seok stared at Jin-hee.

When he was young, he was a passive and introverted child, but at one point he became bold and active. Even in dreams, the reason for the change is that you don't think you are.

'It's a genius mentality.'

Jin-hee shook his eyes while he admired him stupidly.

"Why? Am i so pretty? I will be penetrated by my eyes. "

He said again and wrapped his arms like a whip and leaned on his shoulders.

"Sleep. It takes an hour to get there. "

"···okay."

Youngseok exerted a small sigh and closed his eyes as if he could not be dried at Jinhee's pace.

'Routine and Jinx and the liver are all broken.'

It wasn't frustration, but it was Yeong-seok's hearty smile.

***

"Hey ~"

Arriving at the court to welcome Yeong-seok's party, Safin was sweating off his neck.

Except for the shoes and the black shorts, it was a complete seminude with a flashing metal watch on the left wrist.

'야 ······.'

You can't feel common feelings such as shyness, coolness, or shading. Who can see the lion's bare body and say "human" admiration? It was just natural and taken for granted.

'It's awkward that he is wearing clothes.'

I think so.

Young-seok's coaches run to greet the coach of Safin's camp. Although he was an old and sticky grandfather, he was dealing with coaches. Yeong-seok, who thought, 'I don't know who it is,' approached Safin and asked for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you."

Safin said, facing Yeong-seok's hand.

"Who is the lady behind you, Young-seok, your woman? Very pretty. "

Sapin smiled brilliantly.

It is the laugh of a typical movie actor who can appear in any pictorial.

'Oh, ······'

Yeong-seok had a cold sweat.

There was a bad habit of female bias in the fact that even though Safin was incarnate, he could not rule the world for a long time.

"Yes, my girl."

Young-suk said harder than necessary.

Safin smiled and said.

"I knew it. Don't stop me too Are you scared? "

Even the smirk looks nice without being pushed.

Yeong-seok also had a brilliant appearance, but Safin had a different scale.

Obviously, he was blessed by Teyang's god Apollon, where strength and tenderness coexist.

"I wish you a nice day."

Safin crosses Yeong-seok's shoulders and crosses his side.

"I'm begging you too."

Youngseok smiled and responded kindly.

***

pop! pop!!

I was practicing for the game court, so the inside of the court was filled with dry sound.

The sound is soaring high, but in the end, it is just empty.

"Stown!"

pop!!!

They settled on the baseline duscotte and exchanged the ball with a constant rhythm. Right-handed Sapin and left-handed Young-suk fell out of the court and forehanded each other.

Poop!

If you describe the two people in writing this was all.

Standing in the distance and stride to step big, wielding a racket very lightly. It's a rally meaning to relax before you practice.

"Let's start practicing ~!"

Yeong-seok's three coaches and Sapin's coach came into the court and shouted.

He drove Safin and Yeong-seok on one court and started a rally with their own game ball.

This is also an extension of the relaxation. After 10 minutes, Sapin's coach advises Young-seok and Yeo-seok's coaches. For example:

"Youngseok, the backhand has no place to blame. It's comparable to ours. Forehand is a bit of a problem. I don't think there's a problem with the swing mechanism itself, but I can't fully load my body when I hit the ball. "

"Ah, do you?"

Yeong-seok did not try hard to express, but was praised as the backhand was flying in the sky was happy. One backhand is similar to Safin, which is considered to be within ten fingers of all players, but it's a heavyweight. Forehand's point was also sharp.

"Wait a little empty swing (swing in the air, mostly when checking forms)."

Yeong-seok made a half-swing and gave him a swing. I was a little embarrassed to do something that I wouldn't use except when I was very young. Sapin, speaking to Young-suk's coach next to him, silently muttered.

"Oh, damn inspiration. It's a nosy. "

Whether or not, Safin's coach, who carefully observed Yeong-seok's swing, asserted.

"Legs, legs are a problem."

"Yeah??"

Yeong-seok was surprised at the words. Right handedness has often been pointed out that the left hand will not be as good as the right hand. Bridge is an element that Youngsuk is absolutely confident, and should never be pointed out.

"Well, can you speak it easily? Your upper body can't follow your lower body. Now suppose you have a power of 10. When you make a stroke with this force of 10, your lower body is able to amplify the force of 10 completely, no more than that. The 15's power can accept 10 of your backhands, and your 4's can't get 5 degrees. It's a pinna training to make your left hand reach the same level as your right hand. "

"······."

In conclusion, the left hand was pointed out.

Perhaps he noticed a loss of interest in Young Suk's face, and Sapin's coach swung his eyebrows and grinned. Similar to Sapin. I can't hate you.

"Can I teach you the secret?"

"How is it?"

Yeong-seok asked.

"Well, I have to pay and teach. Thank you. I was grateful for it later. "

A frowning coach called the coaches of Safin and Young-seok.

"Come on!"

Safin walked murmuring, and Young-suk's coaches walked facelessly.

"Kids, show me."

"Oh, you have to say what you don't understand, inspiration."

Sapin Has A Light Annoyance

"Forehand, jump."

"I see."

"You give me two or three balls."

The named coach crossed across the street.

"Look Carefully."

As Safin spoke, the ball came over.

Pat, burn, burn

The staff was really light.

It doesn't taste as good as Federer, but it's such a light step that any top player will have.

After the split step, the side step was followed by a long shot, followed by a swing as the ball hit the target.

'Normal ...

It was a little admiring to see the smooth movement of the center of gravity, and because he was a forehanded person, he was shocked by Sapin's actions.