My Girlfriend Wants Victory - Chapter 2



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The unusually short winter break has ended and high school has started. The children who entered school with excitement have now become skin and bones from the night classes that are held every day.

Although it is said that the palm tree has become autonomous, in reality it is not autonomous.

As with most home school newsletters, the Night Study Application Guide also includes a parent’s signature.

Wouldn’t it be right to say that it’s giving freedom to parents, not students?

Well, it wasn’t my job as a soccer player.

Anyway, my school life was so similar every day that I felt like I was regressing every day.

During class, he lies down and falls asleep.

And when it’s break time, I go to Class 1 where Gyul-woo is and stare at Gyul-woo’s face the whole time during break time.

“Oh, please. It’s embarrassing. Go away now… .”

The sight of a cold-looking beauty with her head bowed with a blush on her face….

‘Is this what they call gap moe?’

It’s not because she’s my girlfriend. She was really, really cute.

“Hey, isn’t that a new type of bullying?”

“Honestly, if you two weren’t dating, I would have told the teacher right away.”

I could hear the voices of the losers who were jealous of us, but I lightly ignored them.

Ring, ring! Ding, ding!

“Kids, take your seats. And the lovey-dovey ones over there, go back to your classes.”

After watching Winter bashfully for a long time, the time called fate separates us.

“Winter, after school, instead of going home alone, you have to come to the soccer field?”

“Oh, I got it. Go quickly!”

I forced myself to take steady steps and headed to Class 3, where I belonged.

Ah. Why am I not in the same class as Gyul-woo? Could this be a curse from God who was jealous of the relationship between Gyul-woo and me?

While I was briefly lamenting my fate, I arrived at Class 3. Let’s take a look at the class atmosphere through the window.

The teacher had already come in and was teaching, and the students were in a study mood.

I moved to the back door and opened it as carefully as I could. I made eye contact with the history teacher who was teaching the class, but I guess he was used to it by now or had given up.

“… Well, in the Byeongjahoran, which was the background of the recently aired drama ‘Chuno’, King Injo, who couldn’t even run, suffered the humiliation of performing the Samgwigugodure with his flexible waist at Samjeondo… ”

He ignored me as I cautiously entered through the back door and focused on the class.

I sat down in my seat as if I was dead so as not to disturb the other students who were studying hard. With the lullaby ringing in my ears as the background music, I buried my head on my desk and tried to sleep. I was able to fall into a deep sleep without any restraint. Isn’t this the true benefit of being a member of a sports club?

In fact, it is sad that this benefit is almost over. The student athlete study program, which has been consistently discussed, was implemented last year.

Because of this, although there were advantages to introducing the weekend league, from now on, all sports clubs, starting with the soccer club, could only begin training after completing all regular classes.

‘It’s all because of my seniors.’

To be honest, I don’t think I can say that my seniors are completely free from responsibility.

I think, ‘I should study a little more regularly for my juniors.’

Oh, of course. It’s not that ‘student athletes who study’ are bad.

While there are practical challenges, we also know that it is difficult for everyone to succeed as an elite athlete.

In fact, in the soccer club I am currently in, no one except me became a professional.

Even though it may be difficult right now, that method may actually be better for the future of the athletes.

With those thoughts in mind, I slowly fell asleep. Perhaps it was because I slept too deeply.

“The ceremony is over. Someone wake up the soccer team. How can we sleep until the ceremony time?”

I ended up being late for soccer club practice.

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“sorry-!”

Choi Ki-hyun, the soccer coach of Geumsun High School, was watching Son Jin-ho bow his head in front of him and offer an apology, and he was engraving the meaning of patience in his heart.

I wanted to swear at him, saying that he had no concept of time because he lost his parents at a young age.

Son Jin-ho, who is now bowing his head in front of him, was a player who had been showing his talent since middle school and was trying to enter a high school affiliated with the K-League Youth League, but the chairman had worked hard to recruit him through his connections.

‘Ha… Fuck. I have to hold it in. I have to hold it in.’

Coach Choi Ki-hyun recalled the internal clean-and-white match that took place a few days ago within the Geumsun High School soccer club to suppress his boiling anger.

It was an internal evaluation match between the blue team, which consisted of third-year students and a small number of second-year students, and the white team, which consisted of most first-year students and reserve players.

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Son Jin-ho, a freshman, naturally played for the white team and completely dominated the midfield against the blue team’s starting players.

He threw passes that split the earth as easily as eating rice, and fired lightning-like mid-range shots into the corner of the goal.

“Slowly! Slowly!”

When the players seemed to be overly excited, he would pass the ball around and slowly adjust the tempo. In this way, Son Jin-ho became the commander of the white team and dominated the flow of the game, while the blue team, which was weak and unable to exert any strength, was mercilessly beaten by the white team, which was made up of substitute players.

“That’s a first year student?”

This is what everyone who watched the game blurted out without realizing it. It was an unbelievable skill. It was like watching a fight between adults and children, with the flow of the game being one-sided and a midfield battle.

Even though time has passed, the thrill from that time is still vivid. I don’t know how winter training ended and I came back as an even bigger monster in just a month… .

It’s okay since it’s done well.

Whether I sold my soul to the devil, regressed, was possessed by a legendary soccer player, or awakened my status screen, what does that have to do with me?

From Choi Ki-hyun’s point of view, there was only one thing that was important.

‘That guy is my career… a shining ray of light.’

The coach who discovered the national team player? It’s me.

The director who raised the next generation superstar to follow in the footsteps of Park Ji-song? It’s me.

Later, when he thought about appearing in an interview with the next generation superstar of South Korea, the worries disappeared from Director Choi Ki-hyun’s mind and peace came to him.

“Relax and do whatever you want.”

Coach Choi Ki-hyun, who had found peace in his heart, gave Son Jin-ho basic fundamentals and physical training and then told him to proceed with the training on his own.

‘You know soccer better than me, what can I teach you?’

So, in other words, it is an advanced education system called autonomous learning.

And Son Jin-ho adapted surprisingly well to this advanced education system.

“Everyone gather together!”

All the players gathered at Son Jin-ho’s command. The coaches were muttering, “He’s really the coach and coach,” but their eyes were also filled with curiosity and passion.

“Today, let’s do counterattack training like we said yesterday!”

At Son Jin’s command, the first-year players ran out and formed a center circle at the two-thirds point of the halfway line with their line flags.

As the players gathered on one side of the divided court, the coach entered on the other side.

It was a surprisingly natural sight, but Geumsun High School’s soccer team wasn’t like this from the beginning. Of course, it would be like that because they were students. And if a freshman were to skip the coach and the coaching staff and start training, who would say, “Oh my. Who would do that?”

No matter how much the chairman has a shield, this is an abuse of power and the pot will explode.

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But Jin-ho Son, wearing the LV3 steel pot, did it.

“Our wingers are fast. How about applying the 4-4-2 formation that Ferguson usually uses? I’ve also found a training method that suits it…”

Since school started, Jin-ho Son has been visiting the director’s office repeatedly and discussing tactics tirelessly.

“Ah! Please let me eat!”

Even though Choi Ki-hyun strongly scolded, scolded, and chased him away, it was no use. To be honest, I wanted to bomb Wonsan.

Because of the chairman’s mindset that there should be no violence in education no matter what, physical discipline was unreasonable.

This naturally led to a battle of pride between the two men.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.

“Hello, I have some good news for you. If you don’t like the 4-4-2 formation I mentioned at lunch yesterday, how about Pep Guardiola’s 4-3-3 formation for FC Barcelona recently… .”

Son Jin-ho made a surprise visit to the director’s house at 4 a.m. and tried to persuade him.

“Fuck, do it yourself! You have to figure out the tactics and training yourself! But if you’re not good enough, you’ll lose to me!”

We succeeded in getting Choi Ki-hyeon to surrender, who was in a state of mental weakness due to drinking too much the previous day.

“The tactics used by FC Barcelona are widely known as Tiki-Taka, but Pep called it positional play rather than Tiki-Taka. Why? It’s simple. Pep divided the pitch into 24 spaces, placed 15 positions in them, and determined the roles that each position should play. It’s not a role that a player continuously plays in a game, but a role that is temporarily assigned to the space where the player is located.”

And Son Jin-ho, who was given permission, proved his ability on that day. He persuaded Gamkojin by conducting training that was clearly structured and professional, no matter who saw it.

“Fuck. What the hell are you talking about? Do you understand?”

“… Just nod with a serious expression like mine. The kids will be looking at you.”

The coaches became increasingly fascinated by the professional training, and before they knew it, they were enthusiastically helping with the training.

And here, coach Choi Ki-hyun, who knows how to calmly accept victory, had only one complaint.

‘I want to learn from up close, but I can’t do that because I want to save face for the director, right?’

Coach Choi Ki-hyun, who had been watching the players training from afar because he couldn’t get close enough to save face, nodded with a solemn expression when Son Jin-ho passed the ball accurately to the coach.

‘Oh. Look at the accuracy of the pass.’

Anyway, from Choi Ki-hyun’s perspective, it was all his own achievement, so just looking at it made him full.

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