Chapter 14.2 - US Open Junior

The weather was quite sunny, and the sun was heating up the lime green coat. But in the sky, the clouds are quite unpleasant, and the hot, cool, strange tension is filled with Yeongseok's clock.

'Yes, it was yellow-green.'

Seeing the center court deeply, Young-seok quietly fell in love with him.

In my previous life, I knew it as a blue coat, but I thought it would change after 2000.

'Then the coat was light green in the Sapin VS Sampras highlight video.'

It is Yeong-seok who recalled the practice game with Sassam Safin.

'It's not yet, ······.'

In previous life, he was not satisfied with anyone.

Too easy to win, too easy to win, and to fly on a plane was harder than the game for Young-Sook.

"Hou ...."

As if you smoke, you are reminded of the memory of your past life.

The more the dark and frustrating comes to mind, the more you are motivated to return to yourself. 'Let's do better. I'm really going to put the whole world under my feet this time. '

When the dark mood eroded the body through the spirit and spirit of Young Suk, someone invaded the world of Young Suk.

Warlock.

Someone has hugged in surprise.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to practice? "

Is it on purpose or is it natural? The voice ringing in the ear of Yeong-seok was too close. As a giant bell resonates with a clear sound, the fine sound struck Yeong-seok's whole mind.

In a moment, the world of Young Suk was thoroughly shattered. Dark energy, as if it were fragments of glass, split violently and flew into the air and disappeared. A beautiful curve lies at the edge of Yeongseok's mouth. It was a laugh.

"This guy is surprised. I'm not feeling good. "

Yeong-seok raised his hand and grabbed the hand that stretched forward.

The owner of the surprise Hug, Jin-hee, shook his head and said to Yeong-suk.

"Are our young-seoks looking at the center court? Cook Cook. "

Young-seok laughed.

"Yeah, I was so appreciative. Why. Come on."

"꺅!"

Young-suk helped Jin-hee to sit next to her. Then Jin-hee sat side by side and sat comfortably.

"Come on, Jin- hee. Rather than win alone, let's win by winning together. "

"Hah ... why is our spirit not always so serious? It's very pledged to have a break. I should call it a pledge. "

Jin Hee always put a line of thoughts.

'I'll smile with haha ​​soon.'

Imagine this.

But Yeong-seok looked at Jin-hee seriously without saying anything.

Surprised by her eyes, Jin-hee felt her heart pounding as if she had flipped cold water.

"You have to win. The player loses value when he can't win. It's even worse on this big stage. You can lose at Futures, 250, 500. But this is a major. Where the eyes of the world are concentrated. Of course, we are the junior division. "

"······."

"Jinhee."

When Jin-hee stayed silently, Yeong-seok called Jin-hee.

"Huh?"

"I know that? Major tournaments also have mixed outfits. "

"Morning?"

Knowing that he was not a tree, Jin-hee began to concentrate on the words of Yeong-seok. However, because there is still a lot of dependence on Yeong-seok.

"There's mixed up in the Olympics. There is little interest in doubles and mixed clothes compared to singles. Do you know what I mean? "

"···What?"

"In the future you won't always be with me. You have to be self-reliant as you say. You're free from me, I'm free from you. Nevertheless, we have a moment together. It's mixed. Invite your parents, coach Young-tae and Yuri to sit in the stands and you and I can play on the same court. Isn't it cool? "

The appearance of Yeong-seok talking with a smile was deeply embedded in Jin-hee's eyes. At last, the sun was shining a bit and I approached Jinhee a little. Jin-hee thought that Young-suk's appearance was like a halo.

Young-seok muttered whether Jin-hee, who had no words, made Yeong-seok stay.

"I want to live on the same stage and look at the same landscape. That doesn't mean you can achieve the same thing. Well, when I tell you, I always think I'm not good at speech. "

Jin-hee opened her mouth hard.

"At that ... my, did you care what I said?"

"Huh? Of course. So ... 윽 !! "

Jin-hee took a strong seat.

"Thanks."

I felt the trembling, it seemed like crying or wet.

"So, if you want to have enough room to participate in mixed races… I wanted to say that. "

Yeong-seok muttered, but Jin-hee continued in his arms.

***

"fighting!!!"

Jin-hee's voice went up from the audience and was soon caught by Yeong-seok's ear.

"Woowook, Hoowoo ······."

In the midst of the harsh breath, Young-suk predicted the victory and defeat of Jin-hee's game with only Jin-hui's voice. No matter how much I focused on the game, it was very interesting for Yeong-seok to hear the voice of a special person clearly. It is even more surprising that the voice alone infers context.

'You must have won.'

Plump.

In the eyes of Young Suk preparing for the serve in the ad court, the light of vivid concentration overflowed.

"Hou."

Tossing the ball while breathing out, Young-seok began to follow the ball.

And I recalled an incredible series of victories that had lasted from the qualifiers for the moment.

"Game Three, and Match One by Lee Young-suk. Count Six Two (6: 2), Two Six (2: 6)! "

"Game Set, and Match One by Lee Young-seok ······."

"Game set, end match ······."

Yeong-seok and Jin-hee, who seemed to be intriguing from the preliminary rounds, put their burdens down and showed their skills. As he puts down the burden and competes, it is surprisingly lighter and he can easily win the virtuous cycle of victory. Not only the male players, but also the female players who will make a great name in the future, met only players who never stayed in the memory of Young-seok.

Profit.

At the time when the tossed ball reached its peak, Young Suk's racket was swung violently as if it were a sword. The motion around the ball felt as if it was going to cut off the ball.

Buung.

Young-seok floats by using the reaction of the racket swinging. Writhing force is felt all over the body. With a little care, all the powers raised are so easily followed by Young-suk's will. Yeong-suk felt as though someone was raking a stick against his body. It was a movement of power that is so realistic and big.

pop!!!

Fully hitting the serve with condensed power, Young-suk ran into the net at a tremendous speed, teasing his body in the air before he saw the ball fall. It is the speed of swiftness. Young-seok, who arrived in front of the net when he couldn't breathe half, looked at the opponent with his terrible eyes.

'I'm sorry, but you've never seen a player before.'

As originally expected, Young Suk's serve was stuck in the center. And his flimsy return was as expected.

Tung.

Tor.

The ball, which flew back to the opponent's Bali, quickly lost power and rolled his coat without a Mac. It was just a time to exhale once.

After starting the Jumping serve in the second set, the opponents continued to allow a run without any resistance to the repeated sub & Bali strategy.

"Game set ······."

'And Match, One by Lee Young-seok.'

In response to the referee's declaration, Young-seok waited on the net for a young man to tramp.

'Hot, hot. I want to wash. '

Your opponent's face and name will probably be forgotten in three minutes.

It was a triumphant win.

***

After the game, Jin-hee came to the side of Young-seok, who was sitting vacantly.

"Don't go wash and do what? For a cold. "

Young Suk threw empty eyes into the sky.

"I don't taste it. After a sapphire and a game ...? "

Jinhee struck Yeong-seok's back strongly with her palm as if he was cold.

match!

"Oh! Why hit it? "

Jinhee replied with a smile. Is it true that Yeongsuk is mistaken if he feels angry without knowing why?

"You're running the extreme of arrogance. Huh? Girlfriend dies because of the trembling of each game. Doesn't it taste good? At that time, who looked at the center court and vowed to do well with excellent eyes? Huh? Where did some inspiration live that innocent virgin heart? "

Young Suk scratched his head as if it was nasty.

Jin-hee, holding the hand of Yeong-seok coldly, said somewhere.

"I found my monster sister more than that. Come and look at it. "

"······."

When Yeong-seok came along, Jinhee glanced at Yeong-seok and surprised.

"Oh, I have to change my clothes!"

Jin-hee shuddered Young-suk's willingness to change his clothes, changed his clothes, and dragged him again.

***

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

As soon as he enters the stands, his ears are closed.

"What do you mean?"

Jin-hee stared at the coat with no surprise in spite of the tremendous roar. It wasn't usually focused on the fire that was in the eye. Young Suk turned to the coat too. And blemished and frozen.

"Huah!"

The roaring sound of the roaring suspicious sound of a man's mouth is ringing. Black fuselage (動 體) moves vivid muscles move around. Every time the body crosses the atmosphere, strange pressure arises, and the space itself appears as if it was scared.

Is it big or is it bigger than necessary? Nevertheless, he flexes his coat around. He rushes to devour the ball at incredible speed and swings the racket as if he is smashing the ball with that strong body. Thick legs, thick waists, and thick arms provide amazingly flexible support.

A thorough instinct that is said to be violent instead of elegance has been conveyed as if swallowing the audience.

pop!!

The impact is so great that it is crushed and thought to be traditionally seen as a Japanese-Japanese.

"Come on!!!!!"

When the other party can't help it, the lion's roar sounds like a roaring sound. Power and speed and spirit that are hard to believe in woman. Yeong-suk murmured at the black player.

"Williams."