Chapter 203 – Side Story 37: Jejus, My Mother.
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Beep-! Beep-! Beep-!
[The game ends with the referee’s whistle!]
[The winner of the 2046 – 2047 UEFA Champions League is Real Madrid!]
[Despite the misjudgment of Joo Jesus at the beginning of the game, Real Madrid finally gets it done! They record a record in their history of winning the Champions League 4 times in a row!]
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Game over.
Real Madrid 3:1 Liverpool
[Real Madrid set a new record in soccer history. Achieving 4 consecutive Champions League wins for the first time!]
[Hymn to the Lord Jesus resounding from the Santiago Bernabeu! ‘The god of Real Madrid has black hair and black eyes!’]
[An unbelievable thing happens in the Champions League final. Charlie Stone assaulted the referee!]
[Charlie Stone, who was assaulted by a referee, expressed his resentment by saying that he was a victim. ‘Jesus cowardly dragged the referee into the men’s fight. Therefore, I am innocent.’]
[UEFA sentences Charlie Stone to a severe penalty of 10 months suspension. ‘There is no room for reflection even after assaulting the referee.’]
[‘Referee shield controversy’ Jejus. Apologize to the referee. ‘It was the referee who happened to catch me in my hand. I offer my sincere apologies to the referee.’]
[Controversial decision Matthias apologizes to referee Jejus. ‘It seems like personal feelings were involved.’]
[Jejus referee’s apology accepted. ‘I understand because I am a big person.’]
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[Madridistas filled Plaza Cibeles for the victory celebration.]
[Madrid is currently experiencing such a huge amount of tomatoes that it is difficult to open your eyes…]
Five days have passed since Real Madrid achieved its fourth consecutive Champions League title.
“Madrid! Madrid! Hala Madrid!!”
“No one can stop us! “
“Emperador de Europa (Emperor of Europe!)”
“Because we are the emperors of Europe!”
“Hala Jesus! Thank God! “Bless the Emperor!”
Even though the event celebrating Real Madrid’s fourth consecutive Champions League victory has ended, citizens in downtown Madrid who have not yet calmed down their excitement continued the passionate atmosphere of their own festival.
“I love kimchi! Drink it. Kimchi!”
“Yes, kimchi! Kimchi is very nice!”
“I love Oseong!”
“Ooh, five stars! Osung Is Korean Company! Very good company!”
“Do you know VTS?”
“Oh! VTS!! Best k-pop group!”
Is it because a long time has passed since the Lord Jesus entered Madrid?
Unlike in the past, when people from Northeast Asia were first asked to rinse.
Real Madrid fans have completely learned how to distinguish Koreans.
“I found it! Here is Correano!”
“Hold on!”
“Lift it up!”
Hehe, where are you running away to?”
“No! Correano! I’m Chino! I’m Chino! Nooo! Nooo! Correano! No!”
Kwasik-!
“Oh… Are you okay?”
“Huh… Fuck. Free Tibet… It’s Free Hong Kong. “You Yankee bastards.”
A Korean who was struggling, saying he was Chinese, was caught and became a good person.
“I’m Japanese Sumimasen!” I’m Japanese Sumimasen! Ah! Gibraltar will continue to be British territory, you bastards!!”
The Korean who pretended to be Japanese was busy apologizing.
“I’m noth Correano! “I’m not Correano!!”
“Oh! Correano!? Hey! This Correano confessed!”
“Ugh!! Fuck!! You fucking Arab bastards, can’t you tell the difference between North Korea and South Korea? Take it down right away!!”
Due to his fear of heights, the identity of a South Korean spy who was trying to disguise himself as a North Korean was revealed.
“Coreano Hermano! (Koreans are brothers)”
However, there were a few victims who were afraid of heights.
“Jesus! VTS! Five stars! Kiaaa! I’m drunk on soup!!”
Except for them, most Koreans couldn’t come to their senses from the pouring soup.
[Title: Current situation in Spain.]
(Korean people licking their lips. Jpg)
Surprisingly, all those people over there are Korean. I’m shouting in Korean, ‘Fuck you, you Arab bastards’ while drooling.
*Note: ?: South of the Pyrenees is Africa.
(Korean receiving kisses from beautiful women. Gif)
I brought this just because I was jealous.
└ How do Spanish kids figure out that they are Korean?
└ ㅆㅂ;; Before you rinse, oh! VTS I Love Kimchi He stimulated the soup flowing in my arteries by saying, I was so excited that I was caught and forced to look at the sky.
└ The victim appears on his back haha
└ You can’t even control soup.
└ Fuck. A foreigner I’ve never seen approaches me and shouts, “I love Korea,” But how can I resist that?;
└ Wow, that seems a bit filling?
└ Ah, looking at the fucking kiss photo really sucks. Someone was looking at the sky surrounded by men…
└ HahaIt’s your fault for being preoccupied with soup…
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A time when Madrid was abuzz with festivals.
As soon as the event commemorating our 4th consecutive Champions League victory ended, I headed straight to the pediatric cancer hospital located in downtown Madrid.
“Hey, shouldn’t you rest?”
“It’s okay, I’m just meeting the kids for a little while.”
The hospital I am currently heading to is the hospital where I met a child named Raul at a Real Madrid volunteer event in the past. I continued to volunteer after that event.
“Brother, look at this. “I heard that this kid named Raul had recently started playing soccer.”
“Isn’t it too late to start trying to become a professional player?”
After Raul came to see me and was safely discharged from the hospital after recovering his health, I started visiting him more often.
All I can do is to be good at the unproductive game of soccer, but being someone who can provide strength to someone is quite meaningful.
“If John is the same age, he started earlier than me, so there’s no problem.”
“… “That means you’re a monster.”
“It’s noisy, kids’ health is everything.”
“That’s right. The kids just need to be healthy. Arrived. Let’s go in.”
While having a conversation with Du-sik.
We arrived at the hospital before we knew it.
Let’s open the door and carefully enter the hospital. I could see the children cheering when they found me.
“Waaah-! It’s Jesus!”
“Hello, kids”
Although it was a busy schedule with no time to breathe, I never showed any sign of fatigue in front of the children. Rather, he smiled brightly and approached the children.
“Jesus! “Why are you so late today?”
“I’m sorry, I’m late because there was a Champions League championship event.”
Should I make a difficult face in a place where brave children the same age as Yohan and the twins are continuing their fight against the disease without giving up?
“By the way, Jejus! “Why didn’t you keep your promise?”
“That’s right! “I decided to do a hat trick!”
I exchanged greetings with the children and talked to them.
Fortunately, my children were healthy with no minor illnesses. As a father whose fourth child will be born soon, my heart is always heavy when I see my children wearing hospital gowns.
“The stupid referee sent me out, what should I do?”
“Boo-! Anyway, I broke my promise, so please stay with me longer today!”
“Then I’ll stay for one more hour.”
“Boo-! It’s too short!”
“I’ll come again tomorrow. You, too, should go to bed early to get better quickly.”
I playfully stroked Diego’s head as he jeered. Although he is now more playful and brighter, until not long ago, Diego always had a gloomy expression.
Diego’s family was not wealthy, and his parents were busy working late into the evening to pay for their son’s hospital expenses.
I visited the hospital more often than usual and had many conversations with Diego, who felt lonely, so that he could not lose hope.
To me, it was an insignificant action, but our conversation at that time became a valuable daily routine and support for Diego as he continued to fight his illness in great pain.
“But why did that bald referee give Jesus a card?!”
“Well? “I don’t know either?”
As we laughed and chatted with the children, the night deepened before we knew it.
“Good night kids, see you tomorrow!”
The moment I said goodbye to my children and was about to leave the hospital.
“… Hey, Jejus, will I be able to become healthy and become a soccer player later? “Can we play soccer with Jejus?”
Diego grabbed my arm. Seeing Diego find his dream during his illness, I nodded with a smile and encouraged him.
“Of course, Diego. A child named Raul was safely discharged from the hospital and has now started playing soccer? You, too, can become a soccer player. Let’s meet at the stadium together later.”
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After the victory celebration ended, the paparazzi smelled a scoop from the sight of Jesus moving urgently.
“Oh! Are you finally going to meet your hidden lover?”
“Damn it! The past month has been terrible. Home – Hospital – Home – Hospital – Home – Sometimes Training Ground – Hospital Does that make sense? “What soccer player in the world goes to volunteer work more than to the training ground?”
They followed the Lord Jesus with excited hearts.
“Puta Madre is volunteer work again.”
“Yes, Jejus, you won. “You damn bastard.”
When he saw the Lord Jesus heading to the hospital, he swore at him.
“… Still, I guess I’ll wait just in case.”
Three hours later, the paparazzi were hanging around the hospital out of curiosity.
He declared surrender when he saw the Lord Jesus leaving the hospital and going straight to his home.
[Jejus heads to the hospital as soon as the event is over and makes memories for the children.]
[Madridistas enjoying the festival cheered on the news from the paparazzi. ‘Hala Jesus! Why we love him.’]
[Paparazzi article ‘In my paparazzi history, this was the first player to go to volunteer work more often than to the training ground. Is that kid a soccer player?’]
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[Title: What I felt while reading this article.]
In fact, isn’t Jesus type a strict child?
1. Marriage with first love.
2. Tall and handsome.
3. He’s perfect at soccer. Youngest Ballon d’Or.
4. Fan service.
5. I often do volunteer work and am very family-like.
└ Off the pitch, it’s perfection.
└ But why do I become a ship bastard just by entering the ground?
└ When God created Jesus, he made it so perfect that it seems like he added the curse of being a bad boy later.
└ Ah haha, I found the balance haha
└ But he only played 12 games in the league and scored 40 goals, so I have no idea what kind of record he would set if he didn’t do something crazy.
└ㄹㅇ;; You got the balance right.
