Grand Slam

Seeing the high density of daily use, time suddenly flowed to 1996.

She was 12 years old and Jinhee was about to enter middle school at the age of 13.

“Have you been waiting long? ”

The voice of a mature woman digs into the ears of marble.

“No, I just got here. ”

She smiled at Jinhee.

I heard that the girl's growth was terribly fast... I had no choice but to look up at Jinhee, who was over 165 centimeters tall. The height of marble is still a little bit bigger than its age, but it is still far from Jinhee.

The marble that saw Jinhee grow bigger than herself was subtle.

He pretended to be his guardian all the time, but nowadays he has grown up to be a sheep. After coming to puberty a little quickly because it was a girl, she had no choice but to recognize Jinhee as an unknown creature. Nowadays, he treats himself as a sister, and he looks cute and strange.

If anything hasn't changed, it's just their schedule.

“... Did nothing happen at school today? ”

“Oh, well. I've been thinking a little... ”

“What?”

There's one more thing that hasn't changed.

Jinhee was holding the arm of marble tightly while speaking. It is so natural that there is no consciousness between the two of them.

* * *

“Oh, that's amazing. ”

After scoring Jinhee's paper, she said a little louder, as if amazed.

Jinhee's problem paper was clean without any sign that it was wrong. I started omitting circling more to see if I was right, but I didn't have to use the red pencil of marble any time soon.

The job made the English teacher stop teaching two people. However, since he already understood all of the English teacher's curriculum, he could teach Jinhee. Further studying to teach, marble was already of a different level to his age in English.

And that's the same in other subjects.

There were a lot of trouble books on the desk. The concept was already proficient enough to write, and nowadays, it is only solving problems in the form of simulation. Jinhee, who replicated what she was doing next to her since she was young, was also about to start middle school, but she had already reached the high school level.

“Young stone.”

“Huh?"

“I told you I was worried.... ”

Jinhee carefully disappears.

He immediately accepted Jinhee's face in a serious atmosphere.

“Yes. What are you worried about? ”

“I... I'm not. Let's come back later for lessons. ”

“... Yes. ”

Afterwards, they continued to study until four o'clock in the afternoon.

* * *

“Just hit two pods, a hundred pods and take care of the short ball. And I'll give you three random Balinese. Smash the finishing touch. you got that? ”

Choi Young-tae speaks a little harder than before. Even if I marry Yuli, my personality still hasn't changed. Young Seok smiled and replied with a consistent picture of Choi Young-tae.

“Yes, please. ”

A marble walks, lightly loosening the neck, wrist, and ankle. I had a habit of walking slowly, unwinding my whole body like a kind of jinx. The marble at the center of the baseline with the center mark in front of its feet took a deep breath and bowed. Then he squeezed the grip with both hands and spun. Knees slightly bent, gaze forward. Be responsive to forehand and backhand at any time. A pose that resembles that of a baseball beast.

“I'm loosening up, so I go lightly. ”

“Yes!”

Young-tae Choi throws the ball to the left of the marble.

Split step (a type of half-beat fast step in the direction the ball is coming from) is bounced off like a spring by the legs of a quartz.

A feather-like, lightweight side step that puts the ball in place. The smooth footsteps flow to find the best place to score (a fast step with a short footwidth). And it brings out the effects as elastically as if it were twisted.

Boom!

The swing trail is elegant.

But the typewriter was amazing. The ball goes off like a bullet. A flat ball with little or no rotation is immediately plugged into the base line of the opposite coat.

The quartz quickly takes the follow swing and then runs back to the center mark in a side step.

The ball that the coach has thrown is already falling away. This time the backhand stroke will explode after the repeated steps.

Boom-

If you shoot it with a high-speed camera, you'll see the severely distorted tennis ball in detail.

The marble's backhand has advanced to the day and is now the strength of marble that is busy admiring Choi Young-tae.

There's no room for a clean swing. The ball drops right in front of you.

A ball that drops short. The marble sprints up, scratching the ball with its forehand.

The ball with the huge topspin felt like handing over a large parabola, but Choi Young-tae put the ball right into Bali. Usually this is possible because coaches throw the ball in front of the net.

“Hehe!”

The quartz had to react to the ball in a hurry.

I had no choice but to put on a premature Bali, and the shattered ball became the prey of Choi Young-tae.

Sh-Pang!

Choi Young-tae's garbage-free smashing is plugged in.

“One of several strategies, but there is also a pattern of net-dancing and scoring the ball with ballistics (DROP SHOT: A lot of underspins at the bottom of the ball to make the ball drop as soon as it crosses the net) … Y-young, you know? ”

“Yes!”

The quartz responded vigorously.

Choi Young-tae nodded and said again.

“Forhand stroke has reached its usual level, but Bali isn't getting any better. At any time, you should always be able to handle the ball uniformly, no matter what grip you are holding. ”

“Yes!”

“Here we go again. ”

Along with Choi Young-tae's words, he walked back to the center mark on the baseline.

After hitting the ball like that, I sniffed for about 20 minutes.

Choi Young-tae took lessons with one ball, whether it was a waste of time for him to pick up the ball. I gave the ball to Bali in response to the stroke of marble in front of the net. The ball didn't come regularly because it was given a ball to touch Bali, and the marble nerve was deliberately struggling to respond to various balls.

When the ball was finally consumed, the stone ran like a light arrow and picked up the ball.

And this time, I continued to practice my return.

Choi Young-tae is distinguished from the flat sub in that it spins the ball. Unlike FlatServe, it is stable due to its slow and rotational presence.) Mixing and serving, quartz is a lesson for returning. Since her skills and age difference were so great, she had no choice but to return her 'urgent to obtain’.

Once you've finished about 50 of them, go back over 50 subs in the ad coat (left).

Serve is the most basic and the most difficult technology. It is quite difficult for a coach to help with lessons with over 100 subs. Choi Young-tae also had to quickly and continuously put a sub in, so she was sweating with a burst of heat from her body. The same is true of the rock rushing to chase after the ball.

Young-tae Choi summoned Yeong-tae with her hands.

“Huff-puff... Why, Coach? ”

Choi Young-tae breathed and said.

“Returns can collapse. I'm telling you, you're after the pros. The pro's serve laughs at an average of 200 µ/h. The scary thing is you can put that 200 gigahertz almost perfectly where you want it to go. Especially if you only rank 10th, you can put 10 and 100 in the same place. ”

The quartz nods.

“I'm at least 150? 160? h, but at your age, that's more than you can imagine. Regardless, it is almost impossible to do the perfect four swings in response to that speed. So what's a good return? ”

Choi Young-tae's question was answered without any worries.

“It's a fast… I guess you'll serve near the center of the Baseline, right? In that case, the best thing to do is to return the ball under the foot of the player with the serve. With a quick ball. ”

Choi Young-tae nodded.

“Of course, if you can do that, that would be one of the good ways. But there are many different types of serves, and I can't handle all the balls the way you say they are. If you are a skilled Sub & Balinese player, just serve and take a few steps to get to the front of the net. Then your ball will be taken care of in Bali. ”

“… Hmm. ”

The words "2-3 steps" make the marble tilt its head. Choi Young-tae looks at such a marble and says.

“Watch this. ”