Let Me Be Reborn

"... Mayumi, it's been a long time?"

"Huh? Do you remember my name?"

Fly High's mistress stares at Yumi. It was filled with hostility and inferiority for some reason.

"How could I forget you? He changed my life."

"… What?"

The two men intervened in a neurological war and the referee intervened.

"No more in-game chatter, and I'll decide to flip a coin. National University Gymnastics Team? Please select front and back."

"Then pull it out."

The referee bounces the coin into the air and lands on the palm of his hand.

The coin was in front.

"First up is the Fly High team. The basic rules follow the rules of the international beach volleyball competition, with three sets of 15 points at the time. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"……."

Unlike Yumi, who answers vigorously, the opposing Pokémon still stares at her as if she were being eaten.

"Hey, Yangtze player?"

"Yes?"

"Start the game."

"Yes."

A sober appetizer takes the ball from the referee and backs away from the subline. Yumi, who heard the name of the player, only remembered the old days.

"Ah! I remembered. Light Yang Jung Mi!"

* * *

Yumi developed differently.

Since he was already over 170 in elementary school, the teacher who had a volleyball station was actively persuaded to enter the world of volleyball.

It wasn't even that tall. Despite her rapid toxic growth, she was already sexually mature enough to be encouraged to wear a brassiere by her mother in the third grade.

When I reached middle school, I was over 175. The same age men, as well as the feisty adult men, were smaller than her. The rapid growth that did not meet her age helped her succeed as a volleyball player, but sometimes it misled Bourne.

When I went out in my uniform like a mother, I threw praises at her, not only college students, but also men of professional years. It was because she had a beautiful face from childhood, and the proportions were also like models.

I also often received business cards from people who are called entertainment promoters. People of all walks of life, such as girl groups, models, movie actors, etc. watched her grow up early, admired her, and seduced her.

But Yumi loved volleyball so much. When I sweat, I get great satisfaction regardless of the battle.

That was her middle third year.

In a nationwide competition, her middle school made it to the finals. The opposing team is in a tight spot.

Yumi's position is called the 'Lefts'. The opponent who confronted her was a right-handed assailant who was considered a large prospect at the time. Yumi and the delicacy clashed while both the high school supervisors and scouts watched.

Even though it was definitely a middle school competition, both teams were strong enough to make it to the national finals. Yumi first encountered a kidney player who was similar to her.

When you hit an attack, you could get caught on a block. Of course, Yumi, who was strongly insulted, did not give up until the end. And then a shocking thought happens in the last set of dues.

The sweetener landed and stepped on Yumi's foot. Yumi was also injured on the back of her foot, but was heavily injured and rushed to the ambulance. The battle ended with Yumi's junior high school statue.

Yummi went to high school later.

The seemingly endless height stops at 180 miles an inch. At 180, it was never small, but it was a bit of a waste to jump as the main attacker. The gap between the attackers was no more than 10 centimeters.

By the time I was in high school, I was also given a position as an apprentice that I hadn't given up since elementary school. Good defensive skills encouraged changes in positions such as Libero, but Yummi, who had an ego, ended up playing volleyball that way.

Even now, even those who were unprofessional were too narrow. Especially in volleyball, not in major sports such as football or baseball. Yumi eventually moved on to study in the second half of the year and became a gym teacher.

However, Yummi came to college and regained his passion for volleyball. I struggled with my wounded pride and practiced how to succeed as an attacker, even though I was a little short.

Speed, paint, time difference. It wasn't just about dropping it at a high vantage point. Yumi was reborn as a prominent player in the college league.

While Yumi was going through these verses, Jeong Mi was also completely wrong after her injuries at the finals. The return of the ankle injury was a serious case that only took a year or more to recover and rehabilitate, and many high schools gave up her recruitment.

Every athlete does, but serious injuries in his/her school days change his/her life.

Seafood did not have a good prognosis. The mental collapse neglected the rehabilitation that required patience, and after a year, his skills did not recover. Moreover, like Yumi, she finished growing early to go pro. The rumor that he grew up in middle school was true.

Equally, Yumi gave up the exercise mid-way, but Yumi searched for a second path while Purification chose the opposite path completely. The moment she was frustrated with her goal of halfway through life, she let herself go.

Slightly violent, physically superior to his peers. And she became a full-fledged teenager, overlapped with anger for no reason to think that life was a test for her.

I joined bad circles and harassed my subordinates.

I studied before and after, and was passionate about smoking and drinking with men. I didn't hesitate to play dirty.

One day, the gummy bears slept with a young man who was neither a boyfriend nor a boyfriend opened their eyes at dawn. The trail room was dirty like a cockroach popping out right away. I inhaled the barrel of bottled water that I picked up in my sleep, and the cigarette filter entered my mouth.

"Oh, fuck!"

The crust exploded at that moment. How did he get so broken?

When did I ever imagine that I would end up drinking with someone in high school who didn't even know their name?

'Mayumi, it's that bitch.'

She blames Yumi for ruining her life.

If I hadn't stepped on her feet the moment she landed. Then he would have never returned to his ankle, and would have gone to a prestigious book famous for volleyball.

All the efforts that preceded the incident have been foamed, and now they are trying to eat the last of their lives.

Yumi, Mayumi! If I hadn't met that bitch! '

The taste buds changed their teeth. If I ever met Yumi, I wanted revenge that day.

But I met Yumi again by chance at the beach volleyball competition. A lifelong enemy who even admires his own name.

'… Mayumi, I'm going to smash it. My life will be like mine.'

* * *

An opponent's male player fires a serve.

It was a sharper serve than I expected.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. '

The precautionary discipline of the amateur competition barely lifted the ball up.

Their operation was a trifecta.

The first one to raise the ball, the second one to properly toast, and the first one to strike again.

The ball rises unstable, but Yumi relaxes to the side of the net. Leaping into the perfect jumping position, he plunges the ball in.

Bam!

His volleyball skills mimicked Yumi's volleyball skills.

Yummi's ability to live only by volleyball since elementary school was impressive, even though he imitated only 80%.

"Whoa! Did you see that, Spike?"

"He's not the only handsome face, is he?"

"It's all over the floor!"

The attack, coupled with Yumi's volleyball qualifications, was extremely powerful. In the beginning, the strength of men and women were different, so was the spike in jumping, and the rotational force hit like a whirlpool.

Fly High team players dared not follow the drop point. It was a ball in the sand, but it bounced off the spectator's seat after being smashed by an asteroid.

"1: 0."

The referee's call has scored on the short scoreboard.

"Jonathan, I'm in a good mood."

"You did a great job."

Yumi was very pleased with his skills. Of course, he imitated his talents, so the timing of the attack and posture were almost similar.

Are you really an athletic genius? I heard you don't play much volleyball as a candidate, but that's it? '

But did you know Yumi has all the talent in the world of sports? "Yay, yay, yay, yay." The basic premise, of course, is natural physical.

'Even though he was only 10 centimeters tall, he was a volleyball player.'

Yumi, too, but his discipline was a shame to run as a pro. Even Libero, the most prolific, was a talent that lacked light among more than 180 professionals.

'But a regional competition like this is gum.'

"National College of Gymnastics, Sub."

The discipline stands in the subline, following the judgment's instructions.

Yumi naturally plays the screen in front of the net, and the opposing team's delicacy also encounters Yumi with the net between them.

"Look at that outfit. Aren't you ashamed?"

Using the bar, the sweets stir up trouble. It was an over-exposed crutch on Yumi's swimsuit. Of course, Yumi didn't shake at all.

"If you're so confident, why don't you try it on yourself?"

"Hmph, what a pierced mouth you are."

"It's been a while since I've had a reunion. Isn't that a little harsh?"

Yumi is slightly annoyed, followed by a serve of lessons.

He prepared Spike Serve from the start.

It is a sub that lowers itself from the jump like an attack.

The crowd was excited as he lifted the ball behind the subline and jumped.

"Oh! Are you a gangsta from the start?"

"It won't be easy in the sand."

Volleyball is an indoor sport. Perfect jumping takes place on firm wooden floors and with non-slip sneakers. As running in the sand does not speed up, jumping also shrinks like drowning. But he hit the Spike Serve with his crazy motor nerves and strength.

Bam!

"Ace of Service!"

"That's amazing."

"Aren't you a pro? Pro?"

"It's a little small for a pro."

As the sub-scores came out, the crowd went crazy again. The National University's gymnastics team not only appeared physical, but also had tremendous resonance.

"It's different from gym, right?"

"Well, it's called the PE department."

"So he's a thug?"

"Wow, he's not even a sports major. He plays like that? That's amazing."

Many athletes who were watching sighed relieved that they were part of the hybrid team. I was sure that joining the men's or women's teams would be a strong rival.

The lesson that succeeded in scoring sub scores again launched the Spike sub. Though timing may have been a slight lapse or a failure to control the force, he managed to score perfectly without a single mistake.

I was surprised myself.

"Wow, did I play this well? Is this what you learned in your past life? '

[Thanks to Miss Yummi's talent. It's because Yumi's lifelong polishing skills have been added to her physical skills.]

'I see. Maybe because of the men's and women's gap, now I've outgrown the original talent.' '

[I think so. A bluefin herring.]

I knew it. Excellent. Talent Snatcher. '

The exciting lesson was to succeed in Ace of Yeongpu Services.

With continued scoring, the score was already up to 8: 0. At that time, the opposing team asks for operational time to cut the flow.

"Ops time!"

Yumi steps down near the subline for the referee's death.

"Brother, that's enough."

"Why? Wouldn't it be better to end it with a serve? They can't even touch my balls."

"That's because the opposing team is defenseless compared to the attack. But they're not the real competition teams, they're the foreign teams."

Yumi has a black woman standing near the scoreboard.

They were watching the first match with an interesting look without leaving the stadium. He was also surprised when he looked at them.

Unlike other admirers, it was still full of expressions.

"See? They're not afraid of him. I'm confident I can get enough."

"Arrogant."

"In that case, we should probably start making some defensive moves. When the game is over, you can't hit your hands and feet. I'm not sweating right now."

"I'm dressed a little like that. Can you sweat?"

He looks at Yummi's deep valley and says,

Yumi confidently pushes out her chest.

"Why? Don't you think you'll get sick of sweating in here?"

"Hey, I'm in the middle of a game and all of a sudden..."

"Huhu, if you win today, I'll give you a big reward. Okay?"

"Okay, so you want me to serve you?"

"Yes, we have to practice. Unless you're just rehearsing a sub."

"Okay, I'll try to control it."

After the operation meeting, the lesson begins again.

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