Chapter 4.5 - Ready

"Wow!!"

Arriving at the destination and welcoming Yeong-seok and Jin-hee from the car was an indoor court with the best facilities in Korea. Jinhee's mystery has been running around Dodo and glanced brightly.

"priority! Let's go from the basics. "

In other words, contrary to Young-Suk's expectation that he would only teach forehand swing all day long, how to hold the grips. Jin-hee is being coached by Yuri, who is not tired.

"Let's throw a ball ~!"

'When Lee Yu-ri shouts, Jin-hee throws the tennis ball as hard as she can'.

Beginning with a simple bare-hand catchball, the lesson soon turned into Jinhee's racquet. Without grabbing a grip or teaching a swing, it was literally hitting the ball at random. Nevertheless, Jinhee squirmed and excited about what was so funny.

"Uh, is that a lesson?"

When Yeong-seok stares at the question, Choi Young-tae next to it answers.

"I like to go in that way. It is ideal for children to approach that and slowly upgrade the training process. But will you be different? "

Choi's eyes shine sharply.

Yeong-suk felt thrilled by the tension that stretched her body.

"Sure."

***

phut!

Forehand is still immature.

Since I changed it to my left hand, just passing the net is a level of strength. It's a beginner. Even though I went through a convention, I didn't have a castle for Youngsuk. However,

pop!!

All six-sided indoor courts noted Young-seok's backhand.

That's because it's a tremendous blow.

Not only that, anyone who enjoys tennis can know. How high is the swing of the sleek trajectory, which is creepy and creepy.

Choi was also surprised.

But he didn't play a tee and tried several balls.

When Young-tae gave a ball that floated deep into the back of the court, Yeong-seok went on to rise from the baseline (the back of the court).

Rising ball stroke means to hit the ball bounced off. If a normal stroke hits the ball when it hits a peak, the rise is a quick timing as soon as the ball is bound.

"You have good choices, of course, but first let's practice moving our feet. There is no guarantee that the rise will always go well. Rising during the lesson, I'm lazy, and I also rise during the game. "

Choi Young-tae keeps talking and keeps throwing the ball. Yeong-seok's breath went up to the tip of his chin, but he quietly carved and focused on the ball.

"It falls out."

One of the balls that Choi Young-tae shouts in comes in at a sharp angle, bound once in front of him, and runs off the court.

Yeong-seok, who shined his eyes, ran without hesitation and processed it with a running backhand.

The ball passed by the net is inserted into the baseline opposite.

This time, Choi Young-tae was surprised that he was surprised. At best, you can aim for a slice (a stroke that feels like you're swinging the racket from top to bottom rather than hitting it) or a lobe (Lob, baseline of the opponent's court). But the kid beat the running backhand, not the running forehand. What a two-hand backhand!

"Well done. It was just perfect without a flaw. "

Choi Young-tae said to the neck again.

"Backhand strokes are very high. Keep your backhand in the direction of your skills. Then we should focus on the forehand in the stroke. Pick up the ball and let's do some more forehand. "

"Yeah!"

Yeong-seok was pleasing to be praised, but he was not a happy face at all.

I practiced with my parents who were tennis enthusiasts, but I didn't know that Forehand would be terrible.

In fact, in the match, four and four strokes make up 70% of the total, with over 60% being forehand. In other words, as forehand is most commonly used in a game, Young-Suk's weakness was clear and easy for anyone.

But on the other hand, it was creepy and happy to be able to hit the ball with a fast pace with this fine leg.

'Too tennis is fun.'

Love for tennis is the biggest part of any doubt in your life as a pro. The short distance to pick up the ball is so happy.

After that, Yeong-seok had a time to check Bali, serve and smash with Choi Young-tae for about an hour.

***

"It was fun?"

On the way home, Choi Young-tae is giving him a car.

Jin-hee is close with Yuri, too. Yeong-seok asked again, stroking Jin-hee's head.

"Yes! It's really fun! "

Jin-hee naturally accepted Yeong-seok's hand and answered clearly.

It may be fun. Because of the lack of access, it is natural that it is a stone that is not as fun as tennis. Choi Young-tae and Yu-ri sat in front of him laughing happily.

'I was prepared to be a kid. ······.'

Weary, who played with Jin-hee for over an hour, was surprised in many ways.

First of all, I was surprised to be gentle and kind. Jin-hee was too good to hear her words. Young-seok, who was taught on the side court, is scary because he is too interested in the subject.

The second was amazed at the children's talents.

I was not surprised to hear that I was youngsul, but Jinhee is also talented. Jin-hee, who became acquainted with the ball in an hour, surprised everyone by bouncing ten times without dropping the ball to the rim of the racket head. If you think only about the affinity of the lessons, you will be able to live as a player with the assumption that you will continue to play tennis and that your body will support your growth.

Of course, if it is only one day and there is no talent on the other side, it will not be known again.

Choi Young-seok and Yuri were taught with a large amount of money, but the children's first impression was such a joy that they forgot the amount. Motivation sprang up with a sense of duty to grow in the future.

"Good bye!"

Jin-hee shakes her hands off the stone at the front door.

I was a little tired, but not before 6 o'clock. Even that figure was so cute that Yeongseok smiled.

"Yes, see you tomorrow!"

It was the first day everything started, so I thought it was a long day.

Especially in the tennis lessons, I felt as if my nerves melted. Due to the tremendous concentration, the short and short moments seemed like all day long.

"I'm home."

Young Suk came home and the light was on for some reason.

"Are you son?"

When I heard my mother's voice, I felt drowsy and relaxed.

I felt like I fell asleep at the moment. Mother came to the porch and hugged him. 7-year-old Young-suk's body was so light that it was easy to hear.

'How strong my mom is. Are all moms like this? '

No, her mother, Han Min-ji's power may not be normal.

Yeong-seok said to his mother, who hugged him and kissed him suddenly.

"Oh ... I'm sweaty, don't do it. I'm dirty now. "

At that, my mother talked.

"How old you are, now you are seven, so do not take away my enjoyment of my son's age."

"···Yeah."

Though I don't think I can handle it, Yeong-seok couldn't stop my heart from warming up.

"Would you like to eat? Are you hungry? "

Even before Young-seok answers, she goes to the kitchen with her.

"Wow······."

Young Suk was surprised by the splendor of the table.

Kimchi stew, oyster stew, marinated beef, stir-fried chicken, and more than five kinds of vegetables are so splendid.

As Young-seok became distracted, his mother laughed and said.

"Your father did it. This one won't kill my mom every time I cook ...

At the mother's words, the father came out of the kitchen and loosened the apron.

"It's a heaven to cook compared to washing dishes and laundry. Yeongseok, wash your hands quickly. Let's eat."

"Yeah!"

When I saw the table, the energy that filled my body filled me up.

I often washed my hands by foot and ate with my parents.

'Feel so good. Can you go through this again? ······ '

It is Yeong-suk who vowed to pay back his parents' grace in the form of hard work.