Chapter 14.7 - US Open Junior
Young-seok smiled and approached his family. Unlike the Bradenton Open, it was a calm step. It is surprisingly impressive of oneself… Part of the emotions passed short and empty. But not family. It must be surprisingly impressive.
The camera followed Yeongseok without stopping until the appearance of Youngsuk approaching his family.
"Troubled, my son! congratulations!!"
"Youngseok! Congratulations on your winning !! "
"Troubled, son."
Yeongseok smiled at the adults who welcomed him with different words. Young-seok knew that the words were deeply concentrated by pressing them down because they could not express words with emotion. The words touched Yeong-seok warmly. Yeong-suk hugged his parents and spirit one by one, and asked intently.
"What about Jinhee? Are you winning? "
As the game was going on at the same time, Youngsuk was curious about the news of Jinhee.
Mother picked up the phone and texted it.
Obi ring.
"1 set is Ivanovich, 2 sets are Jinhee's win, and 3 sets are 4: 1 and Jinhee is leading."
Yeong-seok put a word on it.
"Let's go to the stadium!"
"You have to interview and get a trophy ~!"
Youngae shouted.
Only then did Yeong-seok realize.
'Even if you are a junior… Major was major. '
A white man in a well-dressed suit asks for a formal interview with Young-seok, who is calmly returning to his bench and arranging his luggage.
'Ah, I have to finish it fast and go see Jinhee's game. … . '
Yeong-seok pretends to ride Taeyeon and speaks into a microphone a pleasant word.
During the interview with the moderator, the carpet stretched from the waiting room to the court, and twenty children who served as Volvos walked side by side. And the people holding the trophy appeared in a line. Although it was quite a minister, Yeong-seok experienced dozens of times more.
Parents and love entered the eyes of such a son.
Everyone looked at the entrance of the stadium and shone their eyes. I see the boredom disappear
Joy began to fill up.
Lee Jae-rim also came back to court and sat next to Yeong-seok.
I had a bit of emotion in the waiting room, a little firm but comfortable face.
The elderly gentlemen who had no idea who held the microphones celebrated long and soon came the time to hand the trophy to the winner and the runner-up.
Click, click, click… … .
Flash baptism hit Yeong-seok and Lee Jae-rim as soon as he decided to win the match point.
They both won the trophy without frowning.
"The winner of this year's US Open Junior Singles category… this. spirit. three!!"
Wow!
Come on!
The sound of thunder pours down upon Youngsuk.
This bucking and touching was obviously familiar to Youngseok, but always new and good.
Young-seok lifted the trophy received.
Come on!
Applause continued.
Yeong-seok has a smile on her face.
pop!
pop!!
Several firecrackers burst at that moment, embellishing the background of Young-seok, and journalists pressed the camera shutter even more enthusiastically.
Next runner-up, Lee Jae-rim, also received a trophy.
Lee smiled bitterly and lifted the trophy slightly.
A pair… … .
Although he was runner-up, the audience generously applauded Lee's heart.
Afterwards, I heard a moderator say what the prize was, what the record was, but Yeong-seok ignored it lightly. And Yeong-seok attracted Lee and approached the reporters.
"If you go and do some interviews, you will respond."
"Okay, let me go."
They laughed and talked to each other, but the contents were only conversations about the day of Lee Jae-lim's rebellion against Yeong-seok trying to unilaterally teach.
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations!"
"celebration… … . "
Very happy, half of the reporters who congratulated you in Korean.
Young Suk showed them a smile.
"Thank you."
Anyway, the more in-depth interviews would be held in places such as official interviews. In the midst of such a mind, there was a reporter who caught Yeong-seok's eyes.
"Reporter Park!"
When Yeong-seok shouts, everyone's eyes are on the middle-aged men.
Now he is Park Jung-hoon, the editor-in-chief of
"I just met… Nice to see you again. "
Park Jung-hoon smiled warmly and approached Young-seok and patted his shoulders.
"Congratulations, Yeong-seok. It's been a while since I won Bradenton, and conquering US Open Junior. How do you feel like getting the first major cup in your life? "
"You just make a commitment to keep on going forward."
Young Suk smiled and answered.
And said to wink Park Jung-hoon.
"Oh, reporter Park. I have to go see Jin-hee. Would you like to go with me? I will be interviewing Jinhee and me later. Maybe 8 pages of magazines?
"What? Will you take the amount? haha. With this special feature, I'll bring this month's issue to you and Jinhee. I'll guide you. Take your parents with you. "
Yeong-seok did not forget Lee Jae-rim, who had been immediately ignored by reporters.
"Lee Jae-rim."
"Why?"
Lee said it was not.
Of course. I changed my position and it made sense.
"Would you like to interview you later?"
Lee Jae-rim nodded his head glanced over Park Jung Hoon.
"If you don't want to… It's better for you to follow me. "
Lee smiled and said.
It's an unreasonable development even if you think about it. The winner takes the loser, and the loser hears the mound. After the game, Young-seok's advice came to Lee Jae-rim. Nobody has taught me that.
"Now you know, smart."
Young-seok praised Lee, Jae-lim, but he took a deep breath and calmed his feelings.
"If you let me know, I'll take my parents. I wondered about you guys who are the same Korean. … . "
At the end of Lee, Jae-seok saw Park Jung-hoon.
While Park Jung-hoon approached Lee Jae-rim and informed him of the court that Jin-hee was playing, Young-seok found his parents and spoke to him.
"Please wait at the entrance. I'll change my clothes and come out soon. Oops, please have this. Show me Jin-hee playing. Can't you show me? "
Youngseok handed the trophy to his parents so simply. It was a pretty big trophy. Both parents were shaking their hands and holding onto the trophy. Young-ae, watching the scene from the side, said. The voice trembling seemed quite astonished.
"Youngseok… This is Tropin. Can I handle it like that? "
"Trophy, I will give you a lot to get tired. Please watch for a while. I'll be right there. Oh, one of those trophies should be delivered to the organizer. Don't worry because I can get it back later. "
Hurrying toward the waiting room, Young Seok's Neurien was far away from the joy of winning.
'Be good, Jinhee.'
***
pop!!
Close to… … .
"Town."
pop!
The women's finals were played with only the sound of silence.
Ivanovich and Jinhee weren't forced to scream and hit the ball.
As the rally went on for a long time, the players replaced the sound of sickness with the sound of breathing, which gave the crowd a thrilling thrill.
"Hook!"
barrel!!
Jinhee finally used a long and long rally, a drop shot that used a unique touch.
And ran to the net.
"Wet !!"
Ivanovich sniffed his breath and ran to the net.
Ivanovich, who caught up with the ball and reached enough distance, scraped the ball up to a loud "tick" sound. Let's pass the ball first.
If it weren't for the exquisite drop of Jin-hee, he would probably have been passed (a shot that hits the ball on both sides of the net to get points). Ivanovic, who had the hardest of the ball, was faster than he expected and was full of sense.
Seed profit.
But Jin-hee's sense was higher.
Jin-hee, who smiles like a bad guy with her mouth up, rushes back to the ball with a lot of spin. Because the spin took so much, we anticipate that the bounds will not be normal, and we kill the spins as soon as the ball hits the ground before the bound begins. The goal was the face of Ivanovich who leaned in front of the net and got ready to volley.
"끙."
Rising, he quickly turned his back to face, and Ivanovic leaned back, literally "waiting". That was the best too.
Huung!
But whether the goddess of victory was on Ivanovich's side, the ball swept over Jin-hee's height and became an unintended robe.
Jinhee is embarrassing, but chased the ball in a calm movement.
Rather than rest assured that he had finished the point by his rising, I read Ivanovich's movement to the end, which was possible because of the quick start.
The legs calmly stepped in the midst of watching the ball float and float. And Jinhee tried the crotch shot that Youngsuk showed before.
phut!!
Jinhee was concerned about going to the side because Ivanovic had already taken a position and shot.
thud.
"Come on!!!"
When Jinhee's intentions worked out, she looked like a wild beast and looked at Ivanovich as if he were going to eat it. 'This is the difference between you and me!'
Looking back at Jin-hee's provocation, Ivanovich shook his head with his hands on his waist and his gaze in the sky. It is trying to shake off anger and irritation.
"Come on, Kim !!!"
The stands were crucibles of enthusiasm.
This is because they watched rare shots that were rarely seen in the women's matches. In fact, Ivanovich and Jinhee provided the same tension and force as the male players. The scene of Jinhee succeeding in her crotch shot and roaring on the big scoreboard of the stadium was played on a slow screen. Looking at the screen, Yeong-seok felt an creepy goose bump in his arm.
'The best. It's the best, Jinhee. '
Young-seok claps more strongly than anyone. How strongly he claps, if his hands are a little stronger, the spurs seemed to add a little exaggeration.
Jin-hee, who was just overwhelmed at the point, just looked at the audience and met Yeong-seok.
In that short moment, Young-suk set up his forefinger and middle finger and drew v-ja. Although he had never had such a pose in his lifetime, it was Yeong-seok who moved his body unknowingly after seeing the passionate Jin-hee who was filled with sweat.
"… … ! "
Surprise and joy in Jinhee's face frosted for a while and then disappeared. I shut my mouth firmly and nodded in the face with eyes and eyes. It meant to believe. At that moment, there was no need for words between the two.