When God Made Me

Seungho lost his cell phone.

"Partners."

Unfortunately, the bus did not wait for a win.

“We're here.”

I got up one by one and got off the bus, but Seung-ho sat in his seat, staring only at the front seat.

On the floor, the phone says, "Hello?”, "are you listening?” I heard the manager's voice calling Ascendant, but it never entered Ascendant's ears.

“Let's go.”

Before getting off the bus, the coach approached and tapped him on the shoulder. But still, Seung-ho was dazed.

“Is something wrong? ”

Seung-ho only wanted to go back to Korea right now. But Seung-ho himself knew better than anyone that he could not.

“No, it's not.”

Seung-ho forgot to pick up his cell phone and got off the bus.

Before the start of the match, the director and coach gave their final encouragement during the long wait period, but not a single word remained in their heads.

“Seung-ho, are you nervous? ”

When the coach approaches and asks, Seungho shakes his head. I wasn't nervous. I keep thinking of the smiling face of the index, and it's just crowded.

“Can you play? ”

He approached the director and oversaw his victory. From afar, I heard Kim Seong-chan blabbering that he was a 'nervous weakling', but I couldn't deny it.

“I have to.”

“It's your last chance, so keep it together. ”

“Yes.”

The director patted Seung-ho's shoulder and encouraged her to be alone.

While Seung-ho was struggling with himself, Kim Seongchan and Guasol finished the preliminary match with excellent grades.

The Olympic event was a semi-finalist and a qualifying 60 rounds, with the top eight entering the final.

The order of the last group to which Seung-ho belongs is approaching.

Kim Seong-Chan currently ranked second and Guasol seventh. Kim Seong-chan was sure to make it to the finals, but Guasol was still a situation to watch.

Seung-ho went up to the stadium with all his heart.

Seung-ho heavily smiles at the lead dog and waves his hand at the camera. Rare Koreans in the audience were cheering him on as they waved.

But still, his mind was full of misunderstandings.

“First shooting. Ready."

First shot. Seung-ho silently shoves a single bullet into the chamber.

What score the first bullet scores indicates the condition of the shot that day.

“Fire."

Seungho raises his gun at the signal. He can't get a close shot of 10m.

Bang!

You shoot carefully as others are your first shot. The remaining seven athletes have all finished firing, but Seung-ho is still targeting.

I put my finger on the trigger, but I didn't have the strength to pull, and the rough breathing didn't diminish. His hands were shaking more than usual.

Director Kang Seong-chul, who was watching from afar, folded his arms in silence. I couldn't hear what happened to Seung-ho, but he's already lost focus.

He also knew that because he had met Seung Ho Choi several times and had a lot of conversations, he was not just nervous because it was the Olympics.

Choi Seung-ho, who knew his mother, was sentenced to a deadline, had a strong heart to come out every day and stab a bullet in the tenth grade of the target.

However, Kang Sung-cheol had already realized that he could not do anything right now.

The outcome of the player losing control of himself was obvious.

Bang!

Seungho's bullet has been lodged far away from the center of the target. A score of 7.2 on a large lighting board.

Even though he fired 60 shots, he was already able to predict the outcome when he saw a win.

Many spectators were baffled by the shocking score of victory. Commentators and citizens sighed as they watched live on TV in Korea.

But the game didn't wait for a win.

“Second shooting. Ready."

Second shot. Seung-ho fires a second round of live ammunition, his hands trembling.

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Fifty-six to 54.

It was unbelievable, but it was the preliminary ranking for the win.

One of the people behind the hopper was disqualified because he broke his preparation phrase twice, and the other was disqualified because he was caught switching to someone else's urine during the doping test.

Among the people who actually finished shooting, it means "the lowest rank."

The director and coach were not angry with him. Less than 500 points in the Qualifier is not a lack of his skills, but a psychological factor.

However, the opinion was different. He criticized the Internet as well as cable and public television. Despite being a national athlete, he even commented on whether he had done doping tests or manipulations at the national competition.

Seung-ho lost his cell phone on the bus and didn't know about it. It was helping to have difficulty not speaking, but not being able to use the internet.

Unlike Guasol and Kim Seong-chan preparing for the finals, Seung-ho returned alone and settled in his quarters.

I sat quietly in the room with no lunch, no dinner. The sound of cheer outside and the sound of the usual TV was not heard in his room.

Seung-ho grumbled against his hands and head. But most of all, I felt more upset and shocked that I had lost my index than I felt in my mind that I had ruined the Olympics.

So Ascension was a matter of hours and repeated the same thought.

It was the first time I was born that my head wasn't turning like this.

Huff.

“I knew it. ”

He kicks his tongue in and lights a fire.

Seung-ho didn't even think to say hello to him, but shrugged even more in bed.

“Phew.”

He was able to understand his heart. No, I had to understand.

What happened to Seungho was only known to him here in Rome at the Olympics.

He picks up the wine and shakes the bottle in front of Seungho.

“How about a drink? ”

“· · · Yes. ”

He took two glasses of wine from the cupboard and placed them on the table.

Seung-ho just got off the bed and sat at the table.

“A strong drink would suit your mind now, but I've come all the way to Italy for wine. ”

“I can't drink anything that's poisonous anyway. ”

Seung-ho smiles bitterly and hands him the cork stopper.

“Red wine. They say it's the avocado stage. I'm not sure what it is. ”

Seung-ho lowers his head as he uncovers the parapet.

“I'm sorry."

“What?”

“· · · Today's shooting. ”

Seung-ho gives you a hard time, but he grins and snatches the bottle of wine from his hand and rounds the bottom of the glass.

“Here's how to hold the wine. ”

“Ah.”

“And don't be sorry to me. ”

“But you suffered because of me. ”

“It's your Olympics. It's not my Olympics. ”

He talks a little more selfishly so that he doesn't care.

“Regrets are memories of you, memories of you. I've only seen one person from afar. ”

He also fills his own cup. Seung-ho missed the timing of the bottle of wine and caught me a glass of wine.

“Seungho.”

“Yes.”

“Have you tried wine? ”

“No.”

He raises his glass. Seung-ho raised his glass and bumped into his cup. Then I put it in my mouth and drank a sip.

It was the same as when I drank other drinks.

“I don't know how to savor scents either. It's just a taste. How did that wine taste? ”

Seungho has just regained his taste.

“It was sweet at first, but bitter at the end. ”

“Have another sip. ”

It felt different than usual, but I didn't want to worry about Seung-ho, so I stuck one more sip in my mouth and swallowed.

“Just keep your mouth shut. ”

After about five seconds, he gestures slowly.

“Exhale slowly. ”

Seungho slowly exhales the wind in his lungs through his nose.

“How do you feel? ”

“I can smell the wine I just drank. ”

He wants more answers, and he's silent. Seung-ho kept telling me how he felt.

“Should I say flavor? It still has that scent. Hmm · · · Do I still have time to speak comfortably? ”

He flicks his fingers with a slight smile and snaps.

“That's life. ”

“Yes?”

“Wine has a life. Especially this red wine. ”

Whirlwind takes his words seriously.

“At first, you only see the good things. It's a nice, warm world. It's sweet, but then you see the bad, and then you go through the ordeal, and then you taste the bitterness of life. It's bitter, but whatever experience it was, I'll be lucky to look back later. ”

He grabbed the wine glasses and swallowed.

“It's sweet and bitter, but it's still bitter. That's love, that's hardship, that's experience. Those experiences come together to make a life. ”

He raises his wine glass and shines a red wine on the light of his incandescent lamp. White has broken into dark-red wines.

“It can't always be fun. If there's something sweet, there's something bitter in life. What you do in the process determines how you feel when you look back on it over time. ”

“I have some luck. ”

“Memories, too. ”

The mind of the monument that was full of misunderstandings became clear.

Seung-ho thought that drinking with a crooked nose might erase these misconceptions, but he realized he was wrong.

When you say you're drunk and you forget, it's just a matter of escaping. Tomorrow morning, the sun will rise and you will remember the index.

Face reality and overcome it. I had to do it for the Republic of Korea, for the sake of the family, for the sake of Seung-ho.

Seung-ho could barely feel his expressions expressionless or stiff all day long. I did not smile because of bitterness and emptiness, but because of realization.

“Thank you.”

“It's an old man's nagging. ”

“No, thank you very much. ”

He raises his glass and asks for a toast. However, Seungho shakes his head with a smile.

“Sorry, I don't think I should drink. ”

“Huh?"

Seungho got up from his seat and put on his training uniform.

“Where are you going? ”

“I have to go practice. ”

“The shooting range should be closed by this time. ”

“Well, then I guess we should run. ”

Seungho put his hat down and headed for the front door.

“You can drink it all and sleep here if you're tired. ”

Seung-ho left the house with a bright expression.

“Dude, you're pretending to be cool. ”

He sniffed and sniffed at the fragrance of the swollen wine glass. His face was shining with the same bright and bright smile that he had just seen from Seung-ho.

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