Poten

Lunchtime.

Jinkyu, who enjoyed pressing down on the plate like sweeping all the side dishes, frowned when she saw Minho talking kindly with Yoon Yi Seol in the back row.

I feel like I didn't win.

If one of the aspirations of male and female engineering is to have lunch alone with the prettiest girl in the class. By looking at each other's faces and feeling greedy and pathetic.

Minho was fulfilling what he had never dreamed of doing in the South and South.

“If you're jealous, you lose. ”

A bowl of meat was placed on top of the plate of Jinkyu, who wanted to shake his head and try to ignore it.

“You must be starving. Enjoy your meal, student. ”

“Oh, thank you. ”

Jinkyu felt a deep emotion for the restaurant lady who was dispensing soup because it was nothing special. Yes, now is not the time to be swayed by Kang Minho. I still have a second class, and I don't think I have my spleen ready for tomorrow.

Jinkyu, who once knew the folklore of nouns, knew one of the most commonly used words in this situation.

‘Patience is bitter and fruit is sweet. ’

Soon after Jinkyu sat in an empty seat, Minho placed the plate in front of him. I couldn't see the girl I wanted to be with, so Jinkyu asked.

“What about Yoon Yi Seol?”

“I met some of the old gang members. I'm eating with you.”

“Were you abandoned because you were an affiliate? ”

“Well, it's not my place. ”

Jinkyu turns around and notices a group of high school girls holding hands and chatting for a long time. A lot of VJs were there.

"But you wanted to eat with me because you were together for half a day. ’

A spoonful of soup with a chic smile, Jinkyu said.

“That was a great song. ”

“Huh? What song? ”

“Come on. ‘Atha is young.’ I mean, the company's successor has been stepped on there and is continuing to come second. It's a duet with the famous Jeong Hyo-Rim. ”

“Oh, that song? I didn't do it. Lee Seol and Sang-hyung... ”

“Phew, never mind. ”

Jinkyu was only focused on eating quietly because she seemed jealous if she kept talking.

“Oh, Jinkyu. ”

“Why?”

“Do you know what you're doing tomorrow? I asked the steps before I took a break, but they don't teach me. Half the kids just think they're moving on Wednesday. ”

“That's right…. ”

Jinkyu was troubled not to give me an answer.

“You've never monitored this program, have you? ”

“Yes. That's why I'm here. ”

“Tsk, tsk. The second day is mostly hard work with the school. Last school cleaned up. The other time, the gym, they call the singers they want after they're done and perform a special performance. ”

“Is that it? I didn't have to worry.I 'm used to it. ”

“Hehe.”

Jinkyu waves her fingers.

“It's not tomorrow. ”

“No? How do you know? ”

“I came up with an idea. ”

Min Ho took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on, as if he was never going to tell me it was a secret. And I started talking about things.

“Are you feeling sick or has a headache? Competition? It's not a midterm exam. You're not just gonna watch a simulation all day, are you? I thought you said it was a protest school. Is that possible? ”

The word ‘mock exam’ did not turn his head toward Minho while keeping his gaze fixed on the plate. How did you know I didn't say anything?

"You're a ghost. ’

Nevertheless, I studied for two weeks. Jinkyu was overconfident that she could get a full score in a high-2 level mock test. This is the final victory of the spleen!

“There you are!”

Yang-sejo, the comedian who went to class 1, lays down the plate next to Jinkyu. Idol Hwang Ji-hoon sat next to Minho and bowed his head.

As soon as she sat down, she sighed, tapping her thick-looking belly.

“Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I'm reading the text in English, and I can't stop saying it. Ji-hoon has pronounced everything from English to Chinese. ”

“I don't know when I'll be performing in Japan or China. ”

“See? I'm not playing with the idols who are debuting these days. ”

Staff member Yang Se-ho stepped out to give the guest Hwang Ji-hoon a lift. However, Jinkyu only smiled because she knew that no matter how hard she crawled, she could not do the half of what Minho had done all morning.

‘The one who's not really joking is just eating next door. ’

Jinkyu once saw a video that Minho interviewed with the BBC. He was a very confident grammar prodigy at Toeic, but he had to lose his words in front of the Hungarian speaks fluent video. I'm guessing it's because high school is a second language.

“What about you guys? Did you draw a lot? Did you have fun?”

After half a day of each other's class, the meal was over. When they got up from their seats, the students who were watching celebrities stood back.

“Guys, we're not scary people. ”

Yang-seoho waves his hand and smiles. Girls smiling with their mouths closed, looking round and cute. On the side of the table where Yoon Yi Seul was sitting, he heard the wacky conversation of the boys who came to watch.

Yang Se-ho, who returned the plates, said.

“Jinkyu, your class and my fifth grade joint gym. ”

“Really?"

Jinkyu, who had not prepared much for gymnastics, smiled and said with a heartfelt smile.

“Do you want to bet against half the football later? The loser shoots ice cream at the other half. Instead, we all have to participate full-time. ”

This was supposed to be an event. Jinkyu then gazed at the sturdy, sturdy Idol Hwang Ji-hoon who looked like the muscles of the buttocks remained. It looked like I could exercise well.

“Didn't Ji-hoon say you were exercising? ”

“Yes, football……. ”

Yang Se-ho quickly closed his mouth, answering quietly.

“She's a little bit, but look at me. You and Min-ho are good at running. Perfect balance. ”

Jinkyu felt she had to refuse, but she couldn't help but look at herself in front of VJ's camera and the students who were looking forward to it.

“Hey, Minho. ”

“Huh?"

Jinkyu asked Minho, who was returning the plates and drinking water.

“Do you play football? ”

“Well…. ”

“I don't know. Do it or don't do it. ”

“I think I can get a good look at the Keeper. ”

“Phew.”

In soccer, which is supposed to be low-level, if the attackers and defenders are good, the keepers can hold their hands until the end of the game.

‘If I lose anyway, I'll have to show my magnificent fight in the attackers and get noticed. ’

Jinkyu decided and looked at Yang Se-ho.

“Se-Ho, don't sell ice cream cheap, sell 31 things. Choose 2 flavors per person. ”

“Cole!"

5th period, PE.

In front of the playground floor, the first and third graders stood in line in gym clothes. Preparation began with the spirit of the ethical name of the student leader and PE teacher.

“… five, six, seven, eight. If you do not loosen enough joints before exercise, there is a high chance of injury. Then they'll run to the office to get an early discharge. ‘Teacher, I was injured in gym class." Then who's going to curse? ”

The name put his hand on Yang Se-ho's shoulder right in front of him, poorly preparing.

“Who insults you? ”

“Che, gym teacher. ”

“Correct. Yangseho students stretch their arms straight. ”

“Execute!”

Jinkyu, who had been injured during the morning school, worked hard to prepare for school. After looking at the euphemism, he looked at the euphemism.

“This time is free exercise. The number of people playing against the football team stays here. Basketball on the left, fur on the right. The sleepy one is under the sperm. Assemble 5 minutes before the end! ”

I began to move to find the exercises I wanted to do in the shouting of the ideology. Yoon Lee Seol, who was going to play hide and seek with the girls, looked at Minho with a fierce fist.

“Well done, brother. ”

Everyone was staring because Yoon Yi Seol's voice was bigger than I thought. She grins and grips her other hand.

“Three and a half! ”

The girls who were with her in cheer also shouted, raising their hands. After changing into gymnastics clothes, Ji-hoon Hwang, who was showing off strong muscles, was also cheered for the first half of the girls in Zilcera.

“Ji-hoon! Fight!”

“You have to win! ”

The cheer ignited the hearts of the players in the soccer match.

“Gather around. ”

Class 1 and class 3, 11 people, respectively, said the name of the ethnography in the middle of the field.

“Let's do the first 15 minutes, the second 15 minutes. Shake hands with a fairplay commitment! ”

Minho shakes hands with the other Keeper.

“Minho's keeper? ”

“That's it. ”

“Ji-hoon's gonna be a big hit. You okay? Just pay up.That cute Miss Yoon is cheering. ”

Yang Se-ho's gaze contained infinite trust in Hwang Ji-hoon.

Minho didn't want to get too much attention in the game. Rather, I was more concerned that there might be a way to get on stage tomorrow during the surprise show behind the difficult mock exam.

“You can shoot ice cream if you lose. ”

“Whoa, that's a nice guy. Minho, if you do that, you won't get out much. You have to do it like Jinkyu. ‘Smarter’ or something. Even if Minho flies around here, he's an ace. ”

She lowered her voice, worrying about it, and only nodded her head with a smile on her mouth.

“Let's work hard. ”

“Yes.”

Yang-seoho waves his hand and moves to the other goal. Immediately, the first and third class players were seated throughout the playground.

Half took the formation of 4-2-3-1, which was based on the raw materials of Hwang Ji-hoon, while the third took the formation of 5-4-1, which increased the number of defenses around the cue.

Beep, beep, beep!

The euphemism that won the scissor scissors along with the whistle of the ideology kicked the ball first.

Minho thought, looking at the third class players on their first march.

‘By the way, have I ever run properly in gym class? ’

I used to sit in the shade all the time when I was free to be surprised. He was athletic and had no hobbies.

“My Ball!”

“It's empty here! Stop him!”

Minho kicked a ball for a while, but I watched you run enthusiastically, screaming. Watching them made me feel like I'm not that hot because I'm good at football.

It just seems like fun to run together. Minho shouted for some reason and thought he wanted to get in their way.

“Jinkyu, run! ”

In support of Minho, the attack focused on Jinkyu was blocked by the crowded defenses without even going near the penalty area.

“Pass it to Ji-hoon! ”

First class counterattack has begun. Hwang Ji-hoon started dribbling at a terrifying speed as soon as he got the ball. A third and a half defender who was left behind rushes in, but they are lightly thrown aside, and the defender who comes later rushes out at an untraceable speed.

Hwang Ji-hoon arrived at the penalty area in a flash. A defensive situation without defenses.

“We're screwed!”

Defenders who could not stop the swift Hwang Ji-hoon ripped their heads off. Jinkyu didn't know that Hwang Ji-hoon could do this well, so she desperately wished that ‘Atmosphere Breach Shot' would only come out.

"She's really good, isn't she? ’

Minho looked at the Braille watch with his ring on his hand and wrist.

The national keepers watching on TV feel the movement of the attackers with instinct, not eyes, and try to block the ball. I wanted to see the Keeper because I thought that soccer might be able to stop the ball at least as much as these two senses.

"Shall we?"

Minho touched the Braille watch.

The sound of Hwang Ji-hoon ‘bashing’ the ball slightly in front of him and helping. Rough breathing with sprint. I felt the smell of iron on the soccer goal behind my back all at once.

The shot continues, aiming for an empty spot.

The shot was not that fast compared to a powerful dribble. Whether it's the agent's instincts or the heightened senses, Minho realized it was easier to predict the direction of fire than he thought.

Minho, who was lowering his posture, catches the ball flying sideways. The ball was sucked into Minho's chest as if he had passed.

Nice!

“Wow, Min-ho! ”

The defenders, who were tearing their heads off, raise their hands. Jinkyu became expressive of Minho's neat movements, which seemed like a skilled keeper. “Oh, I don't think so. God is fair."

“Climb!”

Minho gestured to go deeper. The first class players who were lined up to chase after Hwang Ji-hoon hurriedly backed off. The ball sits near the midline, drawing a parabola as hard as it can. After a fierce fight to win the ball, Jinkyu won the ball.

“Let's go!”

“Put it in, Jinkyu! ”

The third wave reaches near the Great Lakes, but due to the immature dribbles and clumsy shots of the attackers, defenders are unable to penetrate the walls.

“Ow!”

Counter attack.

Hwang Ji-hoon ran to shoot again. As you said earlier that you were nervous and did not have any power, the speed and angle of the shot were quite intense.

The Braille Clock's sensory retention time is 3 minutes.

Minho was relieved that it was still standing, and slapped the ball.

“I stopped it again! ”

“Holy shit, did you see me flip over? ”

I started to watch soccer matches even though I was not interested in the game.

You are caught in a one-and-a-half defense tackle across the midline by a ball bounced off the cuff. Hwang Ji-hoon followed by lightning, creating a powerful dribble.

Minho shouted to the defenders, "We just need to stop Hwang Ji-hoon."

“Just run, everybody! I'll do the rest. ”

Defenders follow you to stop Hwang Ji-hoon. Hwang Ji-hoon couldn't break through to the five-defender rush and passed it on to the person next to him.

The first half of the winger on the Norman Chance kicks the ball hard. Minho was a little nervous because he had to wait to reuse the Braille Clock senses.

Boo-hoo!

"Huh?

Minho couldn't help but notice that there was no crisis when the buzzer hit the ball.

“Where's the ball? ”

“Kick it to the goal! ”

At the foot of the winger, a Japanese football reseller's patent, "Shinkansen Tailblazon Shot," was released, and the name of the ideology of which he was watching the referee was published.

Time passed quickly.

The first half of the tactics to launch a deadly counterattack on Hwang Ji-hoon and Yashin Minho's sensual goal defense were exciting throughout the entire 15 minutes.

Beep, beep, beep!

A three-minute break for the latter arrives. The quarter-finalists gather in circles.

“Without Minho, it would have been a big bun. Hwang Ji-hoon is really good. ”

“The Keeper is strong. You think you can win with just one goal? ”

“Score 1 somehow! ”

Only Jinkyu's shoulders sagged. Minho said, watching his brow sweat.

“I'll do my best to keep the goal in check, so don't worry, just attack. ”

“I'm running to my death if I don't. ”

“Let's win! ”

Minho reached out his hand first, and the other players put their hands together. While buying ice cream was the only bet, Minho soon found himself obsessed with winning.

The beginning of the second half started with the first half of the attack.

Hwang Ji-hoon tried to pass on the way up with a polite dribble. The passing winger pushes the ball forward again. Suddenly, a defensive group was paralyzed by a clean two-to-one pass.

‘This is dangerous. ’

Minho felt flustered when he saw Hwang Ji-hoon enter the penalty area alone. Throughout the whole thing, I looked at Minho's notice without starting with Hwang Ji-hoon's shot, even though it was blocked several times.

Min-ho who touched the Braille clock made sure that it ran to an angle that couldn't be blocked by the reflexes alone, and urgently took out the clock out of his pocket.

Tick, tick, tick.