Chapter 14.4 - US Open Junior

"As well, you are good."

Yeong-seok stared at the ball as it passed by.

"out!"

The line referee declared out, and Kasuke frowned and was muttering alone. Perhaps swearing or reproach… would.

Youngsuk looked up and looked at the scoreboard. As of 1 set, Young-Suk was leading by 5: 1.

"I didn't do it well… … . "

Yeong-seok, waiting for her, waited for Kasuke's serve.

"Ueup !!"

Kasuke's serve burst with a boiling sound.

If it was just a good serve, it was inserted into Youngseok's backhand.

"Houe!"

pop!!!

Shuwoo.

Yeong-seok's return swing was so powerful that I needed to.

'I can control it.'

If you think you can't handle the strength and speed of your opponent's serve, you can simply swing with the idea of ​​putting a racket on the ball. But if you think your opponent's serve is very sloppy, it's a pretty good strategy to take the strongest swing in the "controllable" limits as you do today.

thud.

That may not be the case, but everyone on the court watching the ball bound seems to have thumped. It was that awful return ace.

Kasuke's eyes are staring at Yeong-seok. Anger and endless appeal was settled in the eyes, broken, broken even when the confession was standing up.

'You're just thinking about getting the score from before. There is no strategy. '

Yeong-seok recalled one set after receiving the ball thrown by Volvo.

***

As always at the start of the game, it takes a lot of time to pull yourself up the fastest and check your opponent's capabilities. Yeong-suk also tried to feel Kasuke's ability as a skin with a good ball. But not Kasuke.

pop!!

"out!!"

pop!

"out."

Swinging swings and shots are every single stroke and they wield all their power.

In particular, the backhand was able to understand why Kasuke was regarded as a `` sticker of the one-hand backhand. ''

How the hell did the force come from that little body, one or two of the ten hit a very high ball, which also pushed the stone.

'It's similar to the kids I've been through since qualifiers.'

It doesn't matter whether it's out or in.

Just throw your body to the ball for the most confident and deadliest blow. It was a game of giving and receiving a ball using a racket that was in my hand, but when I faced the kids, I felt like I was playing a battle with a sword. To that extent, they made every effort to send the ball with confidence and aim.

If you do that, seven or eight out of every ten will go out, but one or two will hit the ball in an absolutely unacceptable course.

Another feature was that, as Kasuke did, most young players weren't afraid of Youngseok's backhand.

As if he 're not able to get it right now, but he will be able to get it in this game,' he vigorously devoted himself and Young-Seok to give the ball to Young-Seok 's strengths.

***

Whether it's anger or a challenge, Yeong-seok came to realize that Kesuke's gaze, which is red and red, was taken quietly.

'It's not about playing a game, it's about practicing. I want progress, not results. '

Young-seok, who plays the game from an adult's point of view, is an infinite belief in one's own life that is now never understood.

The word impossible cannot be recognized at all, and of course you can do everything, and you can try to do it. There is a lot more to know than to know, and it is the characteristics of the junior players that they can throw at random.

And in the past life, meaningful leaders insisted that their mouths should dry up to imitate the "consciousness" of Western children. That's the biggest reason why there aren't any world-class professional players in Asia.

"Even so… The match is a match. "

Yeong-seok wants to understand that strange uplifting feeling, but he cannot understand it.

He can play in his way.

Young Suk closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hou… … . "

This is how a human being, who is falling down by hell, sees the bottom of the pit with two eyes. Yeong-seok's deep breathing approached the listener very heavy and bizarre. Irritability, envy, pressure on performance… Because all the feelings were thrown up.

"Teach me as an adult. Some things are impossible, some things are impossible. "

***

Yeong-seok's carnage began.

"Fifteen Love."

Sub ace.

"City Love."

Serve & Bali.

"Forty Love"

Sub ace again.

"Game Lee Young Suk."

Yeong-seok, who made the stroke very wide and made Kasuke run around, swaying back and forth as Kasuke ran well. Drop and lobe, drop again, and finally pass the shot.

Gassuke sat down and could not return to his seat.

Yeong-seok, on the other hand, drank a little drink calmly while sitting on a chair with a dry look without sweating. There was no promising Kasuke in his sight.

'Junior's finished with this once.'

Although he was anxious to think of this during the game, he wanted to compete with the world leaders. His spirit is too old and old to accept the children's defeat here.

After a moment of rest, and even after a coat change, Yeong-seok was committed to harassing Kasuke all the time.

'At this point, you should use your hair to think about what you are good at and what I can't do.'

However, Kasuke was ruthlessly swinging his racket at a pace similar to the beginning of the game.

"… … !!! "

This continuity occurred in the face of constant one-way time and matchpoints.

"Huh, that's inside?"

A surprised voice popped out of Yeong-seok's mouth. It's rare.

Kasuke was not happy at all, even though it was his point. His eyes were constantly nailed to Yeong-seok. Living, the child's struggle became a living and tried to urge Yeong-seok. I was mistaken that the aura seen by the top player was all around Kasuke.

"It's starting."

pop!!

"… … . "

Kasuke gazed at the ball.

"Game three, match."

The referee's end declaration sprinkled ice water on Kasuke's flag.

Yeong-seok walked up to the net and gazed at Kasuke, standing in vain.

'Fortunately, that's it.'

The last sub ace that Young Suk finished with is the previous jumping serve.

Young-seok, who has increased the height of the jump, has jumped 30 centimeters from the ground and hit the serve.

The speed was surprisingly 190 kilometers per hour, which was a tremendous development in light of Yeong-seok's serve that was always the same.

'I have no motivation, but the best serve went in.'

Yeong-seok himself did not know why he was under pressure.

Perhaps you're feeling bad because you're faced with a sparkling, pure talent, or you're after a bloody fight with Sapin. As a result, Kasuke was unilaterally struck by Young-seok's anger.

"Hey!"

After waiting for the tired young-suk to call Kasuke, Kasuke woke up and came to the net.

'Let's see where your eyes are as losers.'

Yeong-seok saw the eyes of the waterer Kasuke.

"… … !! "

Surprisingly, Kasuke didn't have feelings of defeat or self-defense.

It was still full of sobering confidence and struggle.

Young-seok smiled and asked for a handshake.

"Yes backhand, very good."

Kasuke opened his mouth at the official nomination of Yeong-seok.

"I'm waiting for you next time. What's your name? "

Yeong-seok nodded his head, saying that he was different even though he was among the top ten players in the world.

"Lee Young Suk. I remember well. I'm going to stand in front of you for the next 10 years. "

Of course, the back end was cool.

Both players faced each other's hands and entered tremendous strength.

However, this feeling, Yeong-seok thought it was okay.

***

The final came quickly. I wake up and tomorrow is the final.

However, because there was no big game, Youngseok was not motivated all the time.

'But Bradenton Open was more bloody.'

As a lot of things come to crush the shoulders, Yeong-seok unknowingly changed his mind. In fact, there were overwhelming competitions with peers until this time, and it makes no sense for Yeong-seok to be so motivated. Recently, however, Jin-hee participated in the Declaration of Independence and the Junior Major, and he distinguished himself from himself. 'Adult' and 'ai'.

Pair your face with both hands! The shouted young suk raised her body in bed and began to stretch.

'That's it, you have to win.'

smart.

"Come in."

It was Sam who opened Yeongseok's visit.

"Hey, did you sleep well?"

"Of course, I slept well. Now here. "

Young-seok gave Sam a piece of paper on his desk.

The tradition of the academy was 'self-check'.

"Hahaha, you don't have to spend it all the time. You can arrange it by yourself. That's our educational intention. "

Yeong-seok shook his head.

"It's too important to think about it. It's authentic when you check it with your hands. "

As Young-seok smiles, Sam put his hand on his head and laughed bitterly.

"Yeongseok is a full-fledged analogue for his age."

In doing so, Sam did not neglect to scan the papers that Young-seok gave.

And tried to understand the state of the stone. Sam is a clerical worker, but like everyone in the academy, he lived a professional career and is confident that he understands tennis more than anyone else. But did not take his opinion out of his mouth. It is up to the individual player to check and improve. There is no need to force others. It's even better for a player who is opening a professional door like Yeong-seok.

"These are… What are you doing with people standing up? Move!"

In the morning sun, two handsome men are having a warm conversation, and all of a sudden a sharp high castle was heard. And behind the fountain, Inyoung snapped and tried to push the fountain.

The woman's voice was never strange to Youngsuk.

One of the most precious people, but it's been a while.

"aunt?"

Soon, Young-in, who pushed the fountain, clearly entered Yeong-seok's view.

Lee Yeong-ae's parents are the same age, but she was still married to a young lady, who is still proud of her beauty.

"Gosh!! Youngseok ~! "

It looks like a girl, but the tone was a happy woman.

Young-seok approached Young-ae with a warm smile.