Grand Slam

The marble felt like it was struck by lightning.

It's still time to ask.).

Left arm!! ’

I grabbed the racket with my left hand. The awkwardness kicks in, but the wheelchair is not as heavy as you might think. In other words, they are conscious that the strength of the right arm and the left arm are ‘similar’ in the brain.

Boeung-

Slow swing followed.

It's a pathetic swing even though it thinks it's a marble.

I still felt like I could build it up.

‘Handle the forehand with your left arm. What about the backhand?'

When you give the right answer, good ideas come out.

‘It is a shame to kill the sense and experience of the right arm. I can't hit a one-handed backhand with my left arm. Let's go to a two-handed backhand. Then hold the conti with your left hand, which will be your main hand... between the Continental grip on your left hand and Western? Eastern? Let's do this. ’

Boom!

Whee!

Sheik!

In the last attempt, a sleazy swing emerges that is creepy enough to feel a beam of light flowing.

This is it!! ’

A forhand is unappealing for the body, but not a backhand. The marble exclaimed in excitement.

“Father!! Hit the ball again!! ”

Most eye-catching in recent years (?) My parents who were rallying to the marble attitude that showed them, paused and dragged the cart.

“Again. Prisoners. ”

My father smiled as if it were absurd.

The marble focused on the slow passing ball.

The ball bounces off the center line once and comes to the marble standing on the base line.

Strange, but step on the side staff once and push the racket straight back with both hands. Then, step forward three or four times, then step forward with your left leg at one o'clock. Quickly shifting the center of gravity backwards and forwards until the ball reaches its optimal target position, releasing the twisted body while the center of gravity is moving and bringing the racket to the ball at its optimum timing.

I feel like I'm pushing at the same time. The impact position is as good as the left knee. The rotation of the ball follows naturally with a follow swing.

Bang!!!

52517;!

The eerie sound of the giant impact makes a presumption of the ball's power. However, the ball crashed into the net fiercely.

‘Cause I'm still short. ’

“Take me prisoner again. ”

Bang!!!

52517;!

Goal on the net again.

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

‘Shall we increase the odds? ’

Bang!!

A flat ball, like a clothesline, was plugged over the net into the base line of the opposite coat. The ball bends strangely with a slight rub on the coat.

‘It's not a clean spin. That was an asteroid stroke. ’

Bang! Bang!

The intense backhand stroke continues.

After 15 minutes or so, when the ball in the cart runs out, the quartz takes a deep breath.

“I'll pick you up in a minute. ”

When you hit the ball, it's natural for the hitter to pick it up. The marble mutters and picks up the ball.

“Regardless of the odds, let's hit the ball as I intended. Let's change the grip of your right hand slightly to give you a different spin. The life of a two-handed backhand stroke is a leg. We need to step efficiently. ”

Adults stare at the bizarre appearance of haunted marble.

“Aunt, do you have a notebook and a fan? ”

“I know. I'll be in the villa. Can I have it?”

“Yes.”

When Yeong-Ae gave me the notebook, the stone that started taking notes looked at the hand that was flawed and holding the fan.

‘While strength and fine-tuning of the muscles are important, especially the precision of the hand, to hit the hand with the left arm. Notebooks, meals... Let's put our left hand into every life. ’

I tried to use the fan in my left hand, but it was not distinguishable between writing and drawing. Even though it was slow, one by one, I pressed down, and the stone that took notes gradually lit up my eyes.

‘It's time for work. Let's do it slowly.’

* * *

After that, the quartz was rested for a couple more times while the four adults were playing dress up games.

I thought marble would be good. I watched the match while practicing the forehand swing with my left hand.

“Hap!! ”

Lee Hyun-woo, my father, plugged in the sub.

A dominant flat serve resulting from a large height of 187 cm (the method of striking the ball strongly with the plane of the racket at the highest point). It's never a professional sub, but it's great for amateurs.

And Young-ae returned the serve to Rising Ball stroke. However, the sub was choked to death by the volley of his mother, who was close to the net. He greeted and lightly killed the ball that had been crushed at a terrifying speed while maintaining his sanity.

Are these guys really this bad? ’

In amateurs, marble was amazed at the skills of the top adults.

When you look at the form, you know. When they saw the steps, the trajectory of the swing, and the treatment of their gaze, they would have grown up and started tennis. My whole body didn't melt into tennis. But you're good at this...

“Hap!”

Boom!

A match point is a Ground smash from the mother's Hanminji, striking a bounced ball firmly overhead. Bound) was decorated. A quality ball, coat, and skill required.

After a joyful game, the group falls asleep with a barbecue and a chat time.

* * *

School is hell for marble.

It only leads to boring and miserable days. I'm tired of the right classes, but this is some kind of 2000s kindergarten.

I stare at the teacher blabbering. His left hand is constantly writing notes close to doodling and his right hand is rubbing the little rubber ball.

"Oh, by the way, was there a tennis department here? ’

I turned my eyes away from the window.

The playground was surprisingly rich.

A tennis court... It has no basketball goal and only two soccer goals.

‘Cause it's a face. ’

What should I do if I want to play tennis? How do I become a player? What's the national competition?

I don't know anything.

The quartz worries deepen.

* * *

“Hey, Lee Young-seok! Some kid's looking for you! ”

Someone shouts from the back door of the classroom.

I don't even know his name or face.

No, marble didn't remember the name of any of the school's people. Every time I saw this reality now, I felt like a dream, and I hated it because it felt like a picture.

The marble rises without a word and heads for the back door.

“Oh, hi. ”

“ ……!! ”

It was that girl.

It's only been a few days, but I feel like I've grown up.

He smiles shyly with greetings. The memory of marble is that he broke his neck with a face that he didn't know... He really is a god.

I have a feeling that I don't know why, and I keep on stimulating my chest.

“How are you feeling? ”

The quartz stroked the girl's head impulsively and asked her hello.

“Yes... Oh, I wanted to thank you today... My mom told me to... stay at my house after school... ”

I wonder if I was surprised by the behavior of marble, or if I look the same as my age. That looks amazing, too. And there's an extreme protective instinct.

“Okay, let's go. I'll come to your class later. What was your name again? ”

“Class 5. 1st grade 5th class Kim Jin-hee. ”

“Yes, Jinhee. I'll be there after class. ”

The girl hesitates, waving her hands and running.

“Hurt!”

When the quartz speaks, she moves slowly.

* * *

After diplomacy, the stone was treated in the girl's house and headed to the Turbochuck house. As I took a step, I thought of marble.

‘It must be a great pleasure to watch him live, unless something happens. ’

It's been a long time since I came home with a single smile.

There was no one, but no loneliness or loneliness. I got a chance at life again, and I don't know what to complain about.

After eating the rice and nuts that were prepared, the marble filled with milk spread its notes on the table and sat down. And he was conscious of the existence of his left hand, who was turning a fan in a daze to his indifference.

"Youth is a great gift. You can do anything. ’

My left hand is so proficient in just a few weeks. How about my whole body? He thought that he wanted to use this talent for ten minutes to unlock all abilities, even if he was young to arrive soon.

“How to become a professional………. ”

The shadow of the marble, constantly engulfed in restlessness, lies long in the room.