We even went to a nearby department store and when we bought a small ball that stood out in football for Emma, we were straight back in the original park.

And Emma, who is in a good mood to buy the ball, wasn't kicking the ball herself, but for some reason she had the ball kicked by you, the bright man.

Emma cackles and hugely shakes as the kicked ball rolls to her.

... what?

Emma said she wanted to play soccer and she should have bought it, but why are you kicking me, the bright man?

I miss sitting alone on the bench thanks to you, don't I?

I only have time to sweeten it right now because you're going part-time in the afternoon, Ming Man...

I sat on the bench all alone in Potsung, feeling lonely that I could not be sweet to you, the wise man.

"I want you to mind me too," I stare at you, bright man, but unfortunately, you never get your thoughts as easily as a comic book.

Ming Man, you are kicking the ball with exquisite force as you turn your gentle smile to Emma.

How can you manipulate the ball so perfectly when it should be different in size and solidity from a soccer ball?

Oh my god, if i tried to kick the ball i would vacate it half the time......

Come on, what are we doing here?

"I can do it!

When Emma waves far away from you, Ming Man, you raise your hand that you have no problem.

And really, I rolled the ball without the madness of the dimensions to Emma.

Emma, who has the ball to herself, holds the ball back with her eyes shining and takes it to you, the bright man.

I wish Emma could kick it and give it to you too, but it seems like your job to kick it just plain man.

Emma gave it to you, Ming Man, and now she didn't leave, and Zee began to look up at Ming Man's face from nearby.

Apparently, I'm going to do something for you again.

"What's wrong?

Ming Man, when you bend down to the height of Emma's face, she asks you with a nice smile.

I thought I would envy Emma for you to turn that smile on because she really has a very nice smile.

And only a few, but I knew I'd be jealous too.

I feel sorry to be jealous of my young sister, but that's all I like about you, wise man.

The more I'm with you, the stronger I feel about you, my bright man.

"Pussy."

... Emma, you're too free while my sister...

Even though I've been obsessed with the ball so far, I suddenly laugh bitterly when I see Emma looking up at you, the bright man, with her arms wide open.

Probably tired of walking by walking to hand you the ball, or walking away to have you kick it the other way around.

Seems like his desire to have him hold him is stronger than playing ball anymore.

...... nice......

I don't want you to give me a hug, but I also want you, the bright man, to hold me from the front.

Accept that you are sweet, Ming Man, but you will not move from yourself to action.

Emma used to get a hug, but she never had one, so I thought, "I want you to hold me tight, too, bright man."