Chapter 220 – The Twins Make Love.
1 hour before.
After warming up and light training, the practice game began.
Teams are randomly distributed by the teacher considering the overall balance.
In the soccer club, most of the children were schoolmates like Seho, and Jihoon was included among them.
“Okay then, let’s start the game~”
When the teacher blew the whistle, the children scattered and started attacking.
“Here! Here!”
Seho, who was quite good at soccer, shouted in a loud voice at the boy holding the ball.
– Took
When the ball kicked by a friend safely landed on Se-ho’s feet, Se-ho began to run excitedly.
Se-ho moves forward with his foot skills.
However, it was difficult to break through all the defenders.
In order to score, it was the right decision to pass the ball to another friend, but the problem was…
“Seho!”
The point was that the child who was running at the forefront with Seho was Jihoon.
Even though there was a clear opportunity to pass, Seho ignored it and went straight ahead.
It was timid revenge for discriminating against people by not showing homework the other day.
And the ball that eventually lost its place…
-Shuuuuung
A sloppy shot that went far over the goal.
“Hey! Seho Lee! What are you doing!”
Jihoon was dumbfounded.
If he had passed from the spot a moment ago, he would have scored naturally, but Seho clenched his teeth and refused to pass the ball to himself.
Maybe it was because I couldn’t hear my voice, so I skipped the first one, but it didn’t take long for Ji-hoon to realize that wasn’t the case.
-Shuuuuung
He thought it was clear that he was in the best position, but Seho was just deliberately avoiding him to pass or shoot.
As this situation repeated, Ji-hoon, unable to hold back his anger, approached Se-ho.
“Hey! Lee Se-ho!”
“Why.”
Unlike Ji-hoon who looks angry, Se-ho has a calm face.
“Pass me! You can win!”
“No.”
“Why!”
“I just hate it.”
It was the same answer Jihoon gave to himself last time.
“Ha… Really… I don’t understand how you and Sehwa are brother and sister.”
Sehwa is pretty, she has a good heart, and even studies well.
But Se-ho, how could she be so mean?
“What…?”
Se-ho felt his forehead tighten as Ji-hoon condescended to Se-hwa.
“Sehwa would never do such a thing.”
Seho, whose patience had snapped, grabbed Jihoon’s shoulder.
“C.E. Choi Ji-Hoon…”
Beep!
When the children seemed to have an argument and did not play soccer, the teacher blew a whistle to call the two apart.
“Why are you guys fighting?”
“Teacher, he deliberately doesn’t pass at me and shoots in strange ways!”
Although Ji-hoon was a model student, he was never a great person.
The type to reach out to the teacher every minute.
On the other hand, Seho didn’t protest and just stuck out his lips.
“Ha…”
Anyway, about 10 minutes until the game is over.
As for how to keep young children from fighting again, he was a crisp teacher.
“What did your teacher say if you fight during a game?”
“…Training.”
Seho gave the correct answer, but Jihoon felt unfair and wanted to jump.
It was Seho’s fault, but why did he have to be tied up and trained together?
“Ruler. From now until the end of the game, you go round and round around the perimeter. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes…?”
Se-ho humbly accepts and Ji-hoon cries.
In the end, the two of them ran side by side on the playground.
By the end of class, Seho and Jihoon, drenched in sweat, glared at each other.
“Ruler. Then I’ll stop here for today~”
Seho, who found his father sitting in the crowd, got into the car and continued to mumble in the seat next to Minho.
“The real Jihoon is only good at studying and the rest is an idiot.”
“You should get along well with your friends.”
“Even if he says mean things to Sehwa, will you be friendly?”
When Seho turned his head to look at Minho, Minho smiled.
“It is not.”
Min-ho didn’t like seeing Se-ho goofing around, but he absolutely hated being a Ho-gu.
“It’s Seho.”
“Huh?”
“What if someone bullies Sae-hwa or her mother?”
A story she must emphasize to her son as a father even though he is a child.
“Then you can never leave him alone. Got it?”
“Huh!”
He misunderstood that he had done the right thing, and Se-ho replied in a powerful voice.
* * *
Monday lunchtime after the weekend.
Standing inside the bathroom mirror, Sujin checked her outfit once again.
She begged her mom and dad to wear her new yellow dress.
First of all, the costume preparation seemed to go well, but the problem was to call Seho from the class.
Although she won the title of 10th best girl, Sujin was still a very shy kid.
Boy… To call out a boy from another class saying he wants to see him…
I could feel her face getting hot.
It would be nice to have a girl to call for Seho, but…
Standing in front of class 3, Sujin couldn’t keep her feet still and was spinning around in her place.
“…Soojin?”
Surprised by the sound of someone calling her name, Sujin smiled happily.
The owner of the voice is Seho’s twin.
It was because it was Sehwa.
“Uh! It’s Sehwa!”
“Is there anything to see in our class?”
Seen from her distance, Soo-jin stood at her door, fidgeting with her fingers and looking nervous.
“Ah… That… Can you call me Seho?”
“Seho?”
“Huh.”
Sehwa opened her eyes and scanned her Sujin up and down once more.
“Hmm~”
“Why why? Strange?”
Sujin looked down at her frantically, wondering if something was wrong.
“No? Why Seho?”
“Uh… I have something to tell you.”
“I will tell you. Tell me here.”
Somehow, she noticed that she didn’t want to make her meet Se-ho.
Su-jin, who wondered if she should step back like this, closed her eyes tightly and decided to muster courage.
“Ah… No. Then I’ll just come back later.”
A clear expression of not wanting to talk to you.
Sae-hwa didn’t feel good that both Se-ho and Su-jin seemed to be holding more and more secrets from him.
“No. I’ll call Seho. Wait.”
When I entered the classroom and saw Seho’s seat, Seho was giggling while reading a comic book for children.
“Lee Se-ho.”
“Why.”
As soon as he sees Se-hwa, Se-ho replies as if he has come to filter the dispute again.
“Looks like you have a guest?”
“Customer?”
“Huh. Sujin was waiting for you outside the door.”
Upon hearing those words, Seho hurriedly rose from his chair.
“Is my hair weird?”
“No? Is it the same as usual?”
“Thank you.”
After patting himself on the back a couple of times, Seho quickly ran out of the classroom.
Sehwa just watched it from behind.
“He said he found me!”
As soon as I opened the door, what caught my eye was a yellow dress.
Sujin, as expected from Seho, came dressed in the style she wanted.
“Ah… Hello!”
I thought I would definitely want to meet her, but she was Sujin, who was beeping at the greeting.
Two cheeks stained bright red.
Saying goodbye in such a nonsensical way…
Sujin felt like she wanted to hide somewhere in just 30 seconds.
“Wait for a sec…”
Seho poked his head into the classroom and checked the time.
With about 20 minutes left for lunch, it seemed like it would be nice to have a conversation somewhere else.
“Let’s talk somewhere other than our hallway!”
“Where?”
When Sujin asked back, Seho grabbed Sujin’s wrist instead of answering.
And as it is, Se-ho proceeds toward the emergency stairs.
Sujin felt her small heart beating.
Leading her to a quiet place wasn’t too difficult for Se-ho, who had been poking around all her hallways with boys to explore her school.
“Would you like to be here?”
Emergency stairs on the floor just below the roof.
Not even the sound of footsteps coming up was heard.
“Huh…”
As Seho looked directly at him, Sujin felt her heart ache.
“Clothes…Are they pretty…?”
As Se-ho looked at her with a smile on her face, Su-jin bathed in her euphoria, feeling that her efforts were being rewarded.
“Really?”
I wanted to be confirmed.
I wanted to hear from Seho a little more that he thought he was really pretty.
“Huh. It’s a feeling I really like.”
As Seho stretched out her hand and caressed the ribbon on her shoulder strap, Sujin trembled.
“Soojin.”
“Huh?”
“I feel good because you listened to me so well…”
Seho showed this and smiled brightly.
“Can I give you a sticker later?”
Throbbing.
Sujin was very excited about what kind of sticker she would receive.
Just another cute character? If that’s not the case, is she just patterned?
The girl, unable to overcome her curiosity, asked him.
“Uh… What kind of sticker is it?”
Seho whispered softly in her ear.
“9”
