Chapter 3.1 - New start

Yeong-seok felt thunderbolt.

There is an unspoiled part yet.

'Left arm !!'

I squeezed the racket with my left hand. Awkwardness is coming. Still, I manipulated the wheelchair in detail, so the racket did not feel as heavy as I thought. In other words, the brain of the right arm and left arm is conscious of being 'similar'.

Buung-

Slow swing followed.

Yeong-seok himself is a pathetic swing.

Still, I thought it could be stacked.

'I handle the forehand with my left arm. Then what is the backhand?

Give one answer, and a good idea comes along.

'It is a pity to kill the sense and experience of the right arm. It's not enough to hit the one-hand backhand with your left arm. Let's go to the two-hand backhand. Then hold Conti with your left hand, The right hand above the left hand is the Continental grip (between tennis and Western) in which the racket side is perpendicular to the court side. Eastern? Let's do it. '

Ugh!

Wick!

Sheek!

On the last attempt, a slack-free swing came out that was creepy enough to think a stream of light flowed.

'This is !!'

The forehand is far from ripe, but not the backhand. Young-seok shouted with excitement.

"father!! Hit the ball again !! "

Recently, my parents, who were rallying about Young-suk's most idol-like attitude, paused and dragged the cart.

"again. Please captive. "

As if it was ridiculous, his father struck the ball.

Yeong-seok focused on the consciousness that came slowly.

The ball bounces once from the centerline and comes to Sun-seok who is on the baseline.

It's awkward, but step on the side staff once and pull the racket back with both hands. Then, after three or four remaining steps, the left leg is stepped forward at one o'clock. It is necessary to quickly move the center of gravity from back to front until the ball hits the best RBI, release the twisted body while the center of gravity is moving and place the racket on the ball at the optimal timing.

Feeling pushing at the same time pushing. The impact position should be the same line as the knee of the left leg, which was displaced. The rotation of the ball naturally follows the follow swing.

pop!!!

Ugh!

A gruesome impact sound guessed the power of the ball. But the ball hit the net fiercely.

'I'm still tall.'

"Please captive again."

pop!!!

Ugh!

It is a goal in the net again.

But I don't care about my father or Youngsuk. Because the quality of the bat is excellent.

'Would you like to increase your RBI?'

pop!!

A flat line like a clothesline crossed the net and into the baseline of the opposite court. The ball slightly rubs the coat and bends strangely.

'It's not a neat spin. That's just a stroke. '

pop! pop!

The intense backhand stroke continues.

It's been about 15 minutes, and when the ball in the cart runs out, Jeon, Young-suk chooses to breathe.

"I'll pick you up soon."

When you hit the ball, it's natural for someone to hit you. Youngseok murmurs and picks up the ball.

"Let's hit the ball as I intended, regardless of the RBI. Change the grip on your right hand little by little to spin. The life of a two-hand backhand stroke is a bridge. I need to follow the steps efficiently. "

Adults are staring at the bizarre appearance of Young-seok, a ghost.

"Aunt, do you have a note and a fan?"

"Yes. I'll be in the villa. Can you bring me? "

"Yeah."

When Young-ae gave a note, Young-seok started to take notes and saw his hand holding a fan.

'For the forehand with the left arm, of course, it's not only the strength, but the fine muscles are also important, especially the precision of the hands. From handwriting to meals… Use your left hand in all your life. '

I tried to hold the fan in my left hand, but I couldn't tell whether it was a letter or a picture. It's slow, but Yeong-seok, who wrote down little by little, shined his eyes.

'Now work. Let's do it little by little. '

***

Tired of hitting the box ball a couple more times afterwards, Young-suk rested, while four adults were playing doubles.

Yeong-seok wanted to be good and watched the game by practicing forehand swing with his left hand.

"synthesis!!"

His father Lee Hyun-woo put down the serve.

An overwhelming flat serve that comes from a 187 cm tall stance. It's never a professional serve, but it's great for amateurs.

Youngae returned the serve to a rising ball stroke. However, the serve was blocked by his mother, who was close to the net, volley. At a terrible speed, the ball was crushed while keeping it in mind, killing it lightly.

'Is these guys this much?'

In the amateurs, Young-suk was surprised by the skills of the adults.

I see the form. Looking at the steps, the trajectory of the swing, and the gaze processing, they would have started playing tennis as adults. The whole body did not melt in tennis. Nevertheless, what is this? … .

"synthesis!"

pop!

The match points were decorated by the mother's ground smash (a smash from the opponent and a strong hit from the top of the bound ball above the head. A good ball, court, and skill are the skills you need.

The game ended comfortably, and the party with the barbecue party and chat time fell asleep.

***

School is hell to Yeong-seok.

Too boring and painful days only follow. Classes that fit the level are boring, which is kind of kindergarten in the 2000s.

What is the name of Yeong-seok? The left hand constantly writes close to graffiti, and the right hand rubs a small rubber ball.

'Well, did you see the tennis club here?'

I looked out of the window.

Is it a wealthy neighborhood, the playground was amazingly weird.

What is the tennis court? There is no basketball goal, and only two soccer goals are placed.

'This is because it's cotton.'

What should I do to play tennis? What is the route to become a player? What's the national convention?

I don't know anything.

Youngsuk's worries deepen.

***

"Hey, Lee Young-suk! What kind of girl are you? "

Someone shouts at the back door of the classroom.

He is a classmate who still does not know his name or face.

No, Yeong-seok did not memorize the names of any of the school's people. Every time I saw this reality, I felt like a dream, and I felt like a picture.

Yeong-seok rose up silently and headed for the back door.

"Oh, bye."

"… … !! "

Then it is that girl.

It's only been a few days, but it seems to have grown up.

It's strange to smile shyly while greeting. Yeong-seok remembers that he broke his neck with an unknown face… It is literally Shinwoo Ilshin.

Unexplained emotions pop up and continue to stimulate your chest.

"Is your body okay?"

Yeongseok impulsively stroked the girl's head and said hello.

"Huh… Oh, thank you for today. My mom told me to ... After school, we stayed home long… … . "

I was surprised at Yeong-suk's behavior, and I'm talking about my age. Its appearance is also amazing. And extreme protection instincts arise.

"Yes, let's go. I'll go to your class later. What class is it? Oh, what was your name? "

"Five class. 1st grade 5 class Kim Jin Hee. "

"Yes, it's Jinhee. I'll go after class. "

When the stroking hand was lifted, the hesitant girl waved and ran to her.

"You hurt!"

When Young-suk talks, he walks slowly.

***

After dismissal, Young-suk, who had been treated at the girl's home, headed for the turkish house. As he walked, Young-seok thought.

'Unless otherwise, it would be a great pleasure to watch the child's life.'

It's been a while since I came home with a smile.

There was no one, but there was no loneliness or loneliness. I got a chance to live again, what's the complaint?

Yeong-seok, who had enough meals and nuts, and drank plenty of milk, sat down on the table. And he was conscious of the presence of his left hand, which inadvertently turned the fan.

'To be young is a great talent. You can do anything. '

In just a few weeks, my left hand is mastered. Young-seok thought that he would reach his end soon and want to use his talents to enlighten all his abilities.

"How to be a pro… Era… … . "

Young Suk's shadow, engrossed in his mind, constantly dragging something, lay in his room.