Shooting Trajectory is Visible - Chapter 1



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The now familiar recess bell rang. The Korean teacher, who was scribbling with chalk while looking at his textbook, closed his book as soon as the bell rang.

“The progress I missed will continue next time. Class president, that’s enough. I’ll skip the greeting.”

And the teacher who quickly leaves with the book in his hand. In fact, the teachers at this school all had a strong mindset of being educational civil servants rather than teachers.

Well, we don’t care.

“It’s gym time. This is so cool!”

The kids who liked to play soccer in class ran out with their soccer balls as soon as the bell rang.

The kids who were studying hard were memorizing things in their notebooks even during break time, and most of the students who were neither playing nor studying were changing into their gym clothes because it was soon time for gym class.

I was among them.

Name: Kim Min-woo.

Age 18.

Currently attending Suyang High School.

It’s a coeducational school, but the classes are separated by gender.

The buildings for boys and girls are separated, and since this is a female-only area, it is effectively an all-boys school.

After physical education class, there were some who took off their shirts and listened to the class, while there were others who stood still in a ‘hurray’ pose under the air conditioner until the teacher came in.

In those classes, I was generally an average student.

Colorless and odorless. Could be found anywhere. Teachers only know the face and sometimes forget the name.

Also, he’s not just an outcast; he’s friendly with all his classmates.

Although I had no experience with society, school was a small society, so there were several groups within the class that played among themselves.

I couldn’t settle down in any of them and just wandered around.

I’m not an outcast, but I don’t have any really close friends either… I guess I’m just a 13 year old student.

You can tell just by looking at it now.

“Hey! Let’s go!”

Everyone leaves the class with their own families, but no one asks to go with me.

In times like these, I usually go out with someone, but today I wasn’t that lonely, so I went out alone.

When we went out to the playground, the popular kids were already playing among themselves, kicking a ball.

“It’s so cold, it’s almost like a wild boar.”

Most of them start showing off their shirts about 10 minutes after class starts.

Since it is a co-educational school, female students also see this scene, and the faint cheers heard occasionally are proof of this.

I sat in the shade and blankly watched the popular kids kicking the ball. The 10-minute break passed by in an instant.

And then the gym teacher came over wearing sunglasses.

The class president politely handed the attendance sheet containing the names of the students to the gym teacher.

The gym teacher was a middle-aged man who seemed old enough to be getting older.

He was soon to retire, and so he acted like a sergeant in his final years.

How does a guy who hasn’t even been in the military know about the movements of a senior sergeant?

I saw the blue tower too.

“Kim Min-woo?”

“yes!”

“Im Do-hyeon?”

“yes!”

“Kang Minjun?”

“Pressure!”

The PE teacher, unlike the subject he teaches, does not enjoy PE.

Students call him ‘Big Hyun-bae’, but they usually just call him ‘Big’ for short.

Why Big? Because the gym teacher’s belly sticks out like a bowling ball.

While the other grades’ PE teachers were all young and tough, Big Hyun-bae was a senior sergeant who was easygoing and easy-going, making him the most popular teacher among the second-year students.

“Okay! Get ready for the gymnastics. Spread your legs wide.”

But our Big Hyun-bae makes us do gymnastics.

The dry gymnastics began with the blowing of a whistle.

The gymnastics was over in less than 3 minutes. And then we gathered together.

“Okay, you all know my personality, right? Don’t cause trouble, and don’t get hurt while working out. Okay? Those who don’t want to work out, go rest in the shade. That’s it!”

As usual, Big Hyun-bae threw a soccer ball. As soon as the popular kids caught the ball, they were delighted and exclaimed, “Wow!”

What about the other kids?

As if they had made a promise, they went to a stand with lots of shade and chatted among themselves or played on their cell phones.

Originally, our school had a rule that cell phones had to be returned, but like everyone else, I returned the air conditioner.

I also returned the air conditioner.

Last time, my homeroom teacher waved around a Galaxy S2 from 2011, saying, “This isn’t it?” and everyone laughed so hard.

I sat in the shade like the other kids and took out my cell phone from my pocket.

Just as I was trying to kill time by playing some phone games, one of the popular kids playing soccer suddenly came towards us.

“Hey guys! Guys! Pay attention here for a second!”

“······?”

The kids who were playing on their cell phones or chatting among themselves noticed the popular kid.

“We’re a little short on people, but are there any kids who can play soccer?”

Everyone was quiet.

Keep silent or say something like ‘No way’.

“Hey, please. Just three people. Is anyone else there? Okay?”

There’s no way.

When one popular kid was having a hard time, popular kid 2 came and provided support.

“Hey buddy! Can you do this with me just once?”

That friend was me.

No, you don’t even know my name? My friend is a bit…

“Oh, sorry. I feel dizzy when I run.”

“Oh, it’s okay. The goalkeeper position is empty.”

“That too···.”

“Please. Dude. I’m asking you. Okay? Your name is Minwoo, right? Just this once. Okay?”

The two popular kids were standing next to me and arguing, and I felt a little proud and thought about hanging out for a day, so I got up from my seat, half voluntarily and half involuntarily.

So two more people were drafted.

We were each assigned one goalkeeper and two right fullbacks.

The guy who was playing goalkeeper hands me his gloves.

“But aren’t you just a goalkeeper?”

“Ah. I want to play field today. I’m sick of just playing goalkeeper.”

“Ah… really?”

“Hey. Hey. Don’t avoid the ball because it’s scary. You have to at least pretend to block it. Okay?”

“okay.”

Shit. If I was going to do it, I’d rather be a field player. I misspoke and ended up being a goalkeeper.

After receiving the gloves, I stood roughly in front of the goal. Then the game began.

I wonder if they did a balance patch among themselves, but our team kept taking the ball and the game was played on the other side.

After watching blankly for a while, the right fullback who had come out along with me approached me and spoke to me.

“Hey. Are you going to have the next class?”

“uh.”

“I’m not good at it.”

“Is this the first or second time that kid has done this? Rumors have spread to other classes that he’s a piece of shit.”

“right?”

Since we were dragged in together, we had a lot of fun chatting away.

Then the central defender who had gone up to the half line ran towards us and shouted.

“Hey! Defense! Defense! Defense!”

When the center back, who was one of the top three soccer players in our class, shouted like that, the full back who was dragged away hurriedly got away from me.

And then he went in front of the attacking attacker.

Like a meat shield, it is pushed aside without being able to do anything.

The opposing attacker, who had stripped one player in an instant, then stripped our center back, then another, and we were in a 1-on-1 situation.

‘Oh. I guess I’ll have to pretend to block it and do this.’

The ball is scary.

If a powerful shot lands in my face, it’s definitely my loss.

But if you don’t block it at all, the popular kids will get really angry, so you’re pretending to block it, but then suddenly a red line appears in your field of vision.

‘What is this?’

At that moment, the attacker’s right foot is pulled back.

One second before the shot.

But something is strange.

Does that red line and the guy’s shot have a similar trajectory?

Without realizing it, I raised my left hand and placed it on the red line. I didn’t do it with the intention of blocking the shot, it was just an unconscious action.

Liar-!

And a cold shot.

“oh!”

It hit my left hand right on the red line. The shot went out of bounds.

The popular kids who thought it was a sure goal were surprised to see my unexpected super save.

“Oh!”

“Nice!”

“What the heck! Are you stopping this?”

The opposing attackers were speechless at the goal being blocked, while our players were all amazed and kept exclaiming “nice.”

“Hey! That was great! Good! Just do that!”

The popular kids rushed over and showered him with compliments.

I nodded my head in bewilderment, but the truth is…

‘Oh shit. I got the wrong hand.’

It hurt like hell.

It really hurt because I blocked it with my swinging hand instead of my raised hand to properly block the full-charge shot.

End

ⓒ Doctor Am

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