Chapitre 38: CHP 38: Why This Guy Suddenly Doing Well?
"Phew."
Finally, a peaceful day has started.
Now that the exams are over, the school atmosphere feels calm and brighter...
Most importantly, the people who were bothering me have all disappeared.
Of course, there's still some fallout from the OnlyFans comment...
But that can't be helped. It should get better with time...
"Hmm."
Anyway, now that the exams are over, I have a lot of free time.
Lectures are still not fun, but...
I spend the extra time going to the PC bang or reading books. It's so peaceful...
The library.
I don't actually like reading books.
But because I got used to running to the library to escape bullying during high school...
For some reason, being in the university library brings me peace.
A library where I used to hide from the delinquents...
They would never come to the library, so it was my sanctuary.
Of course, after getting caught, even the library became a place of torment... Pfft...
[Massage Studies - Understanding the Body]
Lately, I've been reading a book on massage.
It caught my eye when I was looking for something to read.
It's a book with a deep history with me...
In high school, the delinquents often made me give massages.
"Hey, give me a shoulder massage."
"Hey, massage my legs."
"Hey, give me a head massage," etc...
It's an essential course every nerd has to go through... the delinquents' massage...
I was praised for being good at it because of the techniques I learned massaging my parents when I was young...
But the delinquents wanted an even more refreshing massage. These bastards...
"Hey, there's this book in the library?"
They brought me this massage book...
I'll never forget the look on our shuttle group's faces when they received it.
"What the fuck is this...?" that kind of look...
It meant these girls, who never went to the library, went there just to find this. Fucking ruthless bitches...
Anyway, that's the history of this massage book.
I didn't pick it up again out of some slave instinct...
It just caught my eye.
I was looking for something to read... and saw the book from high school, so I just picked it up without thinking.
I'm not reading it to serve others...
I've had a stiff neck since I was young, so I'm reading it to learn some self-massage techniques too.
Of course, it's slightly interesting.
It's not just about teaching massages but also about the body's structure, the direction of force, muscle structure, and such.
Fuck, if it was back then, I wouldn't have read it, but maybe my brain's gone nuts...
I find it interesting to read. Maybe my brain structure changed after Hold'em...
Besides that, I've been reading novels, comics, and books on soccer.
The only downside is that going up to the library is a bit tough...
But there are so many good spots that it's great for killing time. I hate going to the PC bang because of the strange smell that clings to my clothes...
"Yawn."
Should I head down now?
There's still some time before class... I should snack and watch YouTube.
As I was going down, I heard a familiar sound,
"Hey! Pass here, pass!"
"Dude! Just kick it, kick it!"
...Fuck.
It's... it's the seniors. They're playing soccer right after the exams ended...
"No, kick it here! Here!"
"Ugh!"
Oh, they're shouting so loud the whole neighborhood can hear... My cheeks are turning red.
I glanced over; there were about 10 people, playing casually.
If they see me, they'll definitely call me over... I walked as quietly as I could on the opposite side.
I'm going down in stealth mode. Like a speedster from a martial arts novel I just read!
"Huh? It's Joon-hyeong."
...Fuck. Stealth mode, my ass...
Why are these guys' eyes so sharp?
Weren't they supposed to be focused on soccer? Why are they spotting me so quickly?
"Jun-young?"
"Jun-young?"
As soon as one said it, the seniors' heads turned like zombies.
Uh... Ahh!
"Hey! Jun-young! Let's play soccer!"
"We were short on people, perfect! Come here, come here!"
Ugh...
Do they have motion sensors in their eyes or something? Why am I the only one they spot instantly?
"Hey Jun-young, did you do well on your exams?"
The seniors greeted me warmly. Hello, seniors...
"I... I think I did alright."
"Really? Now that the exams are over, you should kick some balls."
"Y... Yes..."
I have no right to refuse...
I can't even lie and say I have a class. They've already seen my schedule...
"Wow, 6 vs 6 is nice."
"Senior, four more are coming after class."
"Yeah? If we have four more, it'll be perfect. Call them right away."
Are they possessed by soccer spirits? Why are they so obsessed with soccer!!!
I stretched my body reluctantly and waited.
Some even brought uniforms. These guys are serious about soccer...
"Seniors!!! We're here!!!"
"You cuties!! Come quick!!"
"Yes!!"
After waiting a bit, four more came running.
This is going to be more intense, fuck... Though with more people, I can hide at the back...
"Should we start while we wait for the others?"
"Yes!"
These passionate guys...
I took a spot at the back, taking on defense.
Since there were fewer people, I had to cover most of the defense, but it's better at the back. The front is too intense.
"Jun-young, let's do our best?"
"Y... Yes..."
The goalkeeper happens to be a third-year senior, so I can't slack off...
He suddenly volunteered to be the goalkeeper, so my back feels icy...
If I let the ball through, I might die...
"Hey, here comes the ball."
Oh. A ball came flying towards me due to a mispass from the opponent...
It rolled weakly towards me since it was badly kicked, and the opponent wasn't even running after it...
From afar, a senior was waving his arms big.
"Jun-young! Kick it here! Here!"
"No, here! Here!"
They should at least agree on where...
I stopped the ball with my foot and looked ahead.
Suddenly, I remembered the soccer book I read recently.
What was it...
To kick the ball far and hard, the planting foot is crucial, right?
"..."
"Beginners fail because they kick with their toes.
They call it the 'toe kick'? They keep trying to kick with the tip of their foot. That's wrong.
For everything, use the instep. The instep. The instep.
Don't be scared. Your toes won't break. Dig in deep, kick it deep. Then it's possible."
Left direction... 45 degrees...
I took a deep breath, recalling what the book said.
Plant the foot... use the instep!
'Boom.'
With a satisfying sound, the ball flew far towards where the senior was.
Oh... Oh, it... it works?
"Nice pass!"
It flew a bit differently than I planned, but... it went roughly where it should.
It went a bit further, but the senior ran and caught it anyway...
I wiggled my toes and grinned. Maybe it's easier because there aren't many people around?
Today feels strange.
'Boom!'
"Nice pass!"
'Boom.'
"Jun-young, good!"
'Boom.'
"You kicked it well, Jun-young!"
What... what's happening, it's flying where I kick it.
How is this going on?
I'm just doing what the book told me, and everything's working out.
Of course, my accuracy is still off, and when there's pressure, the ball goes the opposite way...
But it definitely feels like it's flying better than before.
I've read soccer books and watched YouTube before, but it never worked this well... What's going on?
Maybe my brain has gotten better at understanding how to apply what the book taught...
"..."
"..."
"..."
With each successful pass, the seniors stopped moving.
At first, they didn't pay much attention. "Good, Jun-young! Nice pass!" that sort of thing.
But as I kept making accurate passes, their reactions changed.
Looks of '?'.
'Boom.'
This time, the cross was perfectly placed...
The seniors stopped trying to catch it and paused.
Thud... Thud... The ball rolled past the senior onto the ground. There was a brief silence.
"What the fuck is this guy?"
"Hey, pause the game."
The seniors got serious and stopped the match.
Everyone was looking at me. There's... there's a bad feeling about this...
"What the fuck, seriously?"
One senior ran towards me with a tiger-like expression.
"What did you do? What the fuck did you do? Did you swallow Messi or something? Did you kill and eat someone?"
"It... it just started working today,"
The senior's face turned into that of a demon. Eek!
"You're not Jun-young. Fuck, you're not my junior. Bring back Jun-young! Peel off your face skin, fuck!!"
Aaaaah!!! My face!! My face skin!!!
The other seniors who were watching also ran over and started tearing at me.
"Joon-hyeong! Are you there? Come out! It's your senior! I'll save you!!"
"Aaah! Senior!!! It's me!"
"Stop bullshitting, fuck! Spit out Jun-young! Vomit him out!"
"Arghhh! It's luck! It's just luck!"
"Six in a row is not luck, you little shit!!!"
My skin!!!
After tearing at me for a while, the seniors calmed down and spread their arms wide. Match paused... I barely managed to crawl away, my body... my skin...
"Hey, everyone, gather around. We need to discuss something urgent."
"Yeah, agreed."
The seniors gathered around...
They whispered about me. What... what is this ominous feeling?
"Hey, let's seriously consider putting this bastard in the tournament."
"The passes aren't bad, but he's weak under pressure."
"We'll train him or we'll cover for him. There's still some time left for practice. We don't have anyone in our department who can pass like this."
"Well, there's Myeong-jun..."
"He has to play as an attacking midfielder, he can't pass like this all the time."
It... it feels like things are going in a bad direction for me. A very bad direction... I have this ominous feeling that I'm going to get dragged into something troublesome...
Swish, swish, swish.
The seniors all turned to look at me.
"Jun-young, come here."
"Yes... yes..."
A senior suddenly put an arm around my shoulder and looked up at the sky.
"Jun-young, our department has a very sad story."
"..."
I... I don't really want to hear it.
Whether I answered or not, the senior continued.
"It's a sad story of finishing second in the soccer tournament for five consecutive years..."
"I... I see."
It's a story that has nothing to do with me. That's what I wanted to say but held back.
"The seniors who were fourth-years until recently left with tears, telling us to achieve victory..."
"..."
Did... did they not prepare for jobs and just play soccer...?
"But now it looks like we can fulfill that wish. The wish of five years."
"...How... how?"
I swallowed hard. Please say it's not me...
"If our Jun-young works like a dog, that is."
"..."
Before I knew it, the seniors surrounded me.
Scary shadows loomed over me.
Huh... huh...? As I hesitated, a large hand blocked my back.
"Our Jun-young... you'll listen to your senior, right?"
Sweat dripped down my face.
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