Chapter 8.2 - First defeat

Whirik! Kwaaang!

Serving up one more level, he threw all his strength at impact moment.

The elasticity and strength that came from the big toe, shin and calf, the knees, and the waist stayed on the shoulders, gently riding over the elbows and burst into the ball.

Easy profit!

The sound of splitting the atmosphere is not good.

'You get faster here ?!'

thud!

"deuce!"

It is back to the beginning of the first set. The more intense and faster serve passed by Yeong-seok.

'It's amazing… … . '

Yeong-seok had to admit. It's amazing that the opponent who threw fresh thrills at Yeong-seok, who knew that he had only left predation and predation.

*

"Game Set & Match One by Roddick! Counts 6-4, 2-6. "

It was his first defeat.

But no one on the pitch recognized it as a defeat.

The score was one-sided, but the first round took as little as three hours.

Young-seok's inclination to find and press the gap with the opponent who shows constant aggression matched the game well and led the game long.

Young-seok's struggle with a small body, 12 years old, was clearly overwhelming and choking everyone.

"Ugh… Ugh… … . "

Both athletes faced purple, and whether or not the soil was on their clothes, they lay down and hunger for air to live. I heard the coaches yelling loudly, and the urgent footsteps tickled Youngsuk's ears.

With an urgent hand, someone puts a simple oxygen respirator around his mouth.

"Hwook- Howook… … . "

Breathing is a little bit easier, but

One of the coaches lifted Young-suk's small body into the stretcher. The other player was slow and raised slowly by his will, and the scene caught Yeong-seok's eyes.

'A great guy… … . Wait, Roddick? Is that Roddick? '

Young-seok was absurd.

The other player was Roddick, who boasted the world's highest serving.

Somehow the elbows wanted to move bizarrely.

'You are three years older than me. I'm 15 years old now ... Well. I think it will be next time. '

The previous life he spent almost memorizing the profiles of the top players allowed him to infer Roddick's current age.

"Youngseok !!"

Suddenly, Jinhee ran with a sweaty face.

At the same time, the game was in progress, probably ending earlier than Yeong-seok.

'As a result, I didn't see if Jinhee was doing well to concentrate my game.'

Jin-hee held onto Yeong-seok's hand. Looking at my face, tears from my eyes seemed to be pouring down soon.

'Not a new wave drama… … . what is this.'

Yeong-suk asked Jinhee if she won with her eyes.

"Wind!"

Jin-hee, who understands Yongke, replied, swallowing crying. Seeing that, Yeong-seok smiled comfortably and laid down comfortably.

'I'm sleepy, sleepy ... … . '

***

In the second week of the tournament, Yeong-seok had a bitter result of losing one round. Jin-hee, on the other hand, won the game by defeating the strongest opponent in the first round and succeeded in the second half of 14-17. After a fierce battle, Yeong-seok had no choice but to spend Sunday on cheering for Jin-hee.

"OK?"

Jin-hee asked Yeong-seok with anxious signs. It is awkward and worrying to give encouragement to Youngsuk for the first time in his life.

"OK. I can lose. "

Yeong-seok replied neatly.

Indeed, Young-seok was nothing.

Rather, it was of great significance to compete with the player who commanded the world as a child.

'That's over 230km / h later… … . '

If you steadily polish and live your life as Young-Suk's guesses, Roddick will be in the ranks of the Absolute Strong. Sub & Bali, intense forehand… Indeed, he has a lot of talent.

'still… I can win next time. '

Yeong-seok calmly burned the former. This defeat was a big difference in skill, but much more by the body. Young Suk first pledged to focus on training at the pace of the moment.

"Congratulate him more, Jin-hee. Good job! "

Jin-hee smiles at the praise of Young-seok. He was restrained by the defeated Yeong-seok in front of him. After years of staying alone with him, he naturally recognized him as a competitor, and it was hard for him to get there, but he did not know where he was among his peers. The change of perception was simple, but Jin-hee approached quite a bit and made her mind shake off.

Yeong-seok smiled at him.

"Let's eat, go to the video analytics room and watch the video. See mine as well, Jinhee see yours. "

"Huh!"

Jin-hee assisted Young-seok, who had a slight muscle pain, so they entered the restaurant.

***

"Five… … . "

Low admiration came from Yeong-seok watching Jin Hee's match video.

'Awesome. I can see it from this game. Jin-hee is good at it. '

The other player is tennis.

Called "Modern Tennis," this style focuses on strength and speed. Robust lower body, natural weight shift timing, and steady body trunk. It trains you to get a swing that looks like water and develops stamina to hit the ball indefinitely. And how to finally use them to complete a long time, repeating trial and error on the court, that is modern tennis.

'The other person… It's really typical. '

If you think of tennis as simply dividing it into skill and power, for men, skill = power. Neglect of any one can not play an active part in the world stage. On the other hand, for women, technology is power. It's overwhelming too.

In 2014, it became more of a thing of the past when a beautiful beauty player wandered around the court using all kinds of elegant techniques. Overwhelming power and left and right running a simple tennis could not win.

But Jin-hee was different.

First of all, Jin-hee's physical condition was not as bad as her peers who valued strength and speed. The lack of strength is easily compensated for by fast feet and accurate impact. And he tries to fool his opponent with excellent control. What is crucial is that the movements of the front and rear as well as the front and rear are different from other female athletes.

The best shot of the match came out on the monitor.

"Ouch!"

The opponent, who had a louder voice than the racquet hitting the ball, put down a heavy serve.

Jin-hee returned the ball falling out very simply and efficiently. 'First of all, you need to take off the unnecessary force of your limbs so that you can respond wherever you come from. Imagine putting the force removed from the limbs in the center of the body and moving it to the racket with a small swing to impact the ball.

Jinhee's return went long and deep. The opponent struck the ball with a forehand. Ouch! The sound was still there.

'How do you handle that?'

Yeong-seok shined his eyes.

"… … !!! "

And thrilled.

Jin Hee in the picture responded to the intense forehand with a drop shot (another way to make the ball drop as soon as it crosses the net with a lot of underspin at the bottom of the ball). What a baseline!

Took.

The ball lost power exquisitely in front of the net and rolled down. The video also shows that everyone on the field was astonished.

'How is that possible?'

Would you like to throw a ball with your hand and get a shot like that?

The opponent is staring at the rolling ball. However, soon afterwards he continued to serve.

Ouch!

Mental was amazing.

That way, the points were lost, but the success of the first serve didn't drop at all.

But this time Jin Hee was unique.

Sasak- Pop!

My body is light and can't splash.

The opponent's serve is taken back with the backhand, but the ball falls exactly on the line in a straight course. Run the ball off the court as if the ball slipped for a subtle rotation.

The opponent was really fast. Forced to catch the ball back running away. However,

"good!"

Young Suk shouted without his knowledge.

Jin-hee in the screen reached the front of the net and lightly volleyed-

'what?!'

It's not just Balinese.

Volleying the opponent's intense ball, which is also a drop shot.

'Drop Bali… … ! '

It's hard to get a shot out of the game. It is a shot that reads the ball's rotation momentarily and kills it with very fine hands.

'Natural sense.'

As before, the opponent is frozen.

After that, he was overwhelmed by unilateral Jin-hee, and the other kneeled.

"Jinhee. Good job Really."

Young-seok raised Jin-hee in a serious tone.

Jin-hee shook her body without knowing how to compliment her.

"I did what you taught me to do."

"No no, Jin-hee, you are a genius!"

Jin-hee trembled as the word "genius" popped out of Yeong-seok's mouth.

Jin-hee himself always thought about seeing Yeong-seok, because when he heard from Yeo-seok, he was both surprised and surprised.

"… Thanks."

Jin-hee shook her head and leaned over and leaned her head against Yeong-seok's shoulder.

Jin-hee, who was bigger than Yeong-seok, leaned over and looked like a mother bird and a baby bird.

"greatness. Should I see mine now? … ? "

Yeong-seok was embarrassed and furiously manipulated the mouse to find his match video.

Soon after, the video came out and Youngsuk quickly got into it. Jinhee was staring at such a spirit and looked up to find something.

30 seconds passed? Jin-hee brought a fan and a piece of paper, put him in front of Yeong-seok, and sat down next to him.

'good.'

I won the championship, and I received a good feeling that Jinhee would never forget today.