Grand Slam

New start # 5

I crossed the line. ’

The marble tilted its head. It was the same for the audience. I was concentrating because I was so curious to see the little kid running around like he was surprised. Everyone is clearly calling it a seal, but the opponent called it an out.

Of course, if the opponent really thinks he’s out, there’s no choice.

‘Self-Jesus…’ ’

Obviously, it was self-defense for children under the age of 13.

Facing our own conscience, we should promote an ethical conscience. As a tennis player, conflict with judgment is inevitable to live a lifetime. Tennis with a high awareness of ‘Noble Sport’ strives to cultivate a human being that clean and ethical.

You may contest here and proceed back to this point through agreement between the two players. But I quit marble. When the quartz is silent, the opponent with a mean grin raises his vigor. It was pure evil that could be seen because it was never a child, but rather a child.

“Ha……. ”

‘Son of a bitch… Is he abusing you already? ’

The marble that saw the scene turned around. I’m boiling inside.

Even when he was hit and killed by a brick, the unsub must have been that kid.

He would have cheered for the joy of grabbing a dragonfly, tearing its wings off and hitting it like it was ripping its head off.

A despicable act that could have gone quietly has eroded the rock since the Tidal Wave.

Boom!

It was time for the quartz to return from the adcourt (left).

The opponent realizes that the quartz’s hand is weak, and rushes to the net as soon as he serves.

‘Sub & Baligna. ’

This is clearly a viable operation. When I saw him approaching the net holding a racket grip, I learned the right thing. So I got even angrier.

The quartz was focused.

I had already gone through a set and practiced a lot with Pohand.

Boom!

The target was the head.

“Ugh.”

The opposing Pokémon’s body hardens instantly as the ball flies over its head and fails to process the ball properly.

Barrels.

When the ball came back to the marble without a hitch, the marble lit up its eyes.

‘Give me a break. ’

Drive-volley was hit with some malice.

Puck!

The ball flies fiercely and flies to the opposing Pokémon standing foolishly.

“Ahhh!! ”

The other person screams and covers his face with a racket. Luckily, the ball hit by the racket was handed back to the marble. So far, anyone can react if they have learned tennis.

“Hehe.”

The opponent stares at the stone with cold, glowing eyes, and then panics like a child.

Boom!

“Aah!”

With a single scream, the opponent curls up and trembles. However, the ball was firmly embedded in a remote empty place.

‘Tsk.’

I couldn’t hit the ball with a child who couldn’t resist even a stone so angry that his eyes turned back.

I had a long life as a player.

“Phew… ”

The officials who were preparing to dive into some coats sighed.

It was because the conflict in the coat was so hostile that I couldn’t tell.

Boom!

“Game three! ”

The marble shouts. The match was a marble victory that won the first two sets at 0: 6 and 6: 0.

The marble walks boldly ahead of the net. The opponent has been walking around his coat for no reason since he suffered from the Smash.

“Don’t do that next time. ”

When I saw the opponent approaching powerlessly, he was tall and still looked like a child.

Seeing that child, the one who was angry with the fire flashed a small pearl whispered, and suddenly the opponent swung the racket.

Huff! Tak!

The marble picks up its racket and barely defends it.

The opposing Pokémon cries out in tears.

“Son of a bitch……. ”

No matter how experienced marble was, I was surprised to stop my heart this time.

“What are you doing!! ”

At that moment, you hear a voice echoing through your tremendous coat, and a young man rushes at a tremendous pace and punches the opponent.

“ ……?! ”

Whether the marble was surprised or not, the young man raised the fallen child again and slapped him on the cheek.

Pair!!

“Who taught you that?! Huh?! This bastard… ”

“Stop it. I can see a lot of eyes… ”

The father of the quartz approached me one day and dried the young man.

Then, the young man who was shaking his opponent, holding his tears in his hand, bowed his head to the marble and marble father.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s because I taught it wrong. Denounce me.”

“Let’s get out of the coat. Come out and talk to me, Sun Warrior. ”

When my father called the last young man, the young man raised his head.

“Yes, sir. Follow me, lad! ”

Then he sighed.

It was the first round that happened a lot.

* * *

“He won fifth grade last year. ”

My father came to the stone, which was stuck because my mother was always holding me and wiping my sweat.

“Is that so?”

The marble bites deeply.

He’s a foul spirit. Swinging a racket at the other guy. Worst crime I’ve ever heard of.

“Who is that guy? ”

The marble has turned its attention away.

It was shocking, despite 91 years, to see a student beaten so mercilessly.

“A recently retired unemployed athlete who has been coaching and supervising at the school for the past three years. Oh, my God. Are you hurt? ”

When my father asked, my mother replied freshly.

“Shouldn’t you ask her that first? I wonder where my mind is…. ”

Father could not say anything about Mother’s bruising. The quartz calmed down while holding Mother’s hand.

“I’m fine. But… the racket is broken. ”

The marble racket falters as he swings it so hard. It was durable because it was a junior racket.

“My aunt bought it for me… Now I have one left. ”

Quartz pulls another racket out of his bag and checks the strings.

I also pressed my thumb down, tapped my palm, and tested the tension.

Her parents stared at her dazed, and they had no choice but to admit it to themselves.

The unbelievable story that marble told me before.

* * *

The match that followed was so fresh.

Whether exhausted or not, marble covers the missing parts with its legs, knocking down its transverse coat and winning in a mattress set.

‘Kids don’t usually do this. ’

I was depressed. I was in fifth grade, sixth grade, and I was too weak.

The opponent who took at least one turn was the best. I didn’t have much else to do.

– Gangdong & Gangnam National School Versus Seoul

It was less than five years old, but the youngest ever student to win was marble.

The stone became even more agitated when it received a plated gold medal.

‘I want to compete more…. ’

Regardless of the anxiety of the marble, the surrounding adults trembled.

Even the parents of marble looked at the winning marble easily, and Jinhee’s parents were amazed. Jinhee said, “Wow, you look great! ’I flashed my elongated eyes.

When the quartz from the podium was about to leave the stadium with his parents, a man suddenly approached and spoke to him.

“I’m… sorry while you’re busy. I’m Park Jung-hoon from Tennis Korea Magazine. Do you mind if I interview you? ”