Chapter 217 – Chapter 217

Could it be that I misunderstood?
In fact, Andric, the national representative of Mexico, did not do doping, but I wonder if Nayoung got beaten unilaterally because I lost my composure.
… It was a one-sided game that made me think.

“…”

However, upon closer inspection, it seemed that was not the case.
It was because the referees, who urgently approached the fainting Andrik, sensed something was wrong and called the medical team to check the doping on the spot once again more clearly than ever.
And seeing that his skin was so red that he could tell even from afar, Andric must have been doping.
He took medicine
Nonetheless, these results were obtained.

“…”

To be honest, being this strong, I was a bit bewildered too.
Nayoung was also a genius.
The more you practice, the stronger you become at a speed that people can’t ‘predict’. This was the obvious repertoire of what is commonly called a genius.
The reason why ordinary people feel inferiority and despair to many geniuses is because they casually achieve what they thought they would never be able to make into reality right in front of their eyes.
It’s like denying yourself.

‘Well, from my point of view, it’s good, but.’

Because no matter what anyone says… Even if the fucking olympians rammed Nayoung nonstop with her condom in her back pocket.
That woman was ‘mine’.
She is my woman who spreads her legs just for me and gives me a sincere smile only for me. The happiness that comes from her sense of superiority and exclusivity her was real.

‘Honestly, at this point, who is he, Yoon Ga-seol? She might feel more sorry for that woman.’

You can say that such a year is pitiful.
If you think about it from the party’s point of view, she was right to be pitiful.

Perhaps the only thing she can understand her sincerity is her now is that she cannot stand side by side with Hwangbo and Nayoung, but only she herself, who has to stand side by side with her shoulder to shoulder.

[The proud boxing queens of Korea, Hwang Bona-young and Yun Ga-seol! Along with advancing to the semifinals side by side, the bronze medal is confirmed!]

It was an article that would not be strange to Yoon Ga-seol.
She advanced to the semifinals with the same win, whether bye or KO.

Due to the nature of Olympic boxing, the 3rd and 4th places are awarded jointly to prevent injury, so ironically, the bronze medal was confirmed for Yoon Ga-seol.
To be honest, from the point of view that I don’t like Ga-seol Yoon so much, I can’t twist her bronze medal a little bit, but as an adult.
She also had the heart to congratulate her as a Korean.
The problem is, it’s okay if you treat them with respect like me by excluding emotions in an adult way. In the world of the Internet, such people keep their mouths shut, and those who do not usually talk more loudly.

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Selling it by sneaking it into Hwang Bona-young.
-Honestly, the Yoon Gaseol match is no fun, it just seems like kids fighting.
-That’s right, there is no coolness like Hwang Bona-young.
-She doesn’t know how she got to the top 4, just one tool of luck.
-That bitch got a bronze medal? It’s really easy to get a pension. Someone wakes up every morning to drive a truck.
– Anyway, that’s all there is to it. I never made it to the quarterfinals this year.
-Bitch with a bitch face, I’m going to die because I don’t want to look like I’m going to grind it even more when I fight. I wish I could fight neatly like Hwang Bona-young.

To be honest, if you win a bronze medal, there are a lot of comments saying, “It’s a pity, but congratulations.”
Yoon Ga-seol was constantly being compared to Hwang Bo-na-young, so he was only eating bad words.

‘I must hate it.’

It was like that when I was in school, and even as an adult, I felt it while playing a game called Space Ground.
Kids who do well get frustrated with kids who don’t do as well as they do, so they distance themselves.
The poor kids couldn’t keep up with the pace of the good kids, so they tended to prefer to do it by themselves.
But, you can’t do that in the Olympics.

Hypothesis Yoon, regardless of his will his … If Na-young continued to show off her performance in boxing, she would have no choice but to continue to be compared like this.
You will be out of breath.

‘Of course, it’s self-employed, right?’

If that bitch tried to fuck Nayoung first, she has nothing to feel sorry for because she is self-employed.
But it was also true that I sympathized with him as a person.

‘In case you don’t know, should I use her healing blessings her and just drive her blood her away her?’

As I was thinking about that, the image of Ga-seol Yoon came into my eyes as I cut off all the men who tried to approach Na-young in advance.
However, something is strange.
He had the look of someone who was about to do something bad.
If you ask what the expression of a person who wants to do bad things is, it is the face of a person who wants to commit a crime as if he can’t help it even though he knows he shouldn’t be like this.

‘This bitch still can’t come to her senses her.’

With that in mind, I followed after him, and found another unexpected person.

“Fuck bitch, dog bitch! This fucking world, why is it only unfair to me!”

It was coach Jo Woo-shik, who was drunk and cursing the world.
He heard what he said to the chairman, and he was treated like a non-member at the Tokyo Olympics, and I heard that he really only drank from day to night.
It really was.

‘No, why are you doing that when it’s not enough to say thank you for coming to work and letting me tour Japan and have a drink?’

In many ways, it couldn’t have been a bastard with a lump of inferiority complex.
I should never grow old like that.
While thinking about that, I wondered why Ga-Seol Yoon had to come to Woo-Sik Jo, and I was horrified in a different way from when I was watching Hwang Bo-Na-Young’s match.

‘What is that bitch doing now?’

Ga-seol Yun was approaching Woo-sik Jo with a foxy smile that was so awkward that he whispered to him.

“Hello Coach.”
“Yes, hypothesis. What? What did you come for Would you like to have a drink too? Hiccup.”
“It’s not like that. I was afraid to stress the coach, so I didn’t want to say things like this. It was hard to bear seeing him do it all the time.”
“What?”
“Nayoung keeps talking behind the coach.”
“… What?”

What?
Cancel everything that you said you had even a little bit of sympathy for Gaseol Yoon.

‘Isn’t this a total bitch?’

No, such a fucking bitch.
I did it, but you still haven’t come to your senses?

“After the round of 32, he became more and more conceited, and he said that he was doing well because there was no coach Woo-shik Jo. He laughs while talking behind the backs of the man he brought, saying that if he kept meddling with him, he would have fallen right away.”
“Those fucking bastards… !”

Jo Woo-sik casually threw the canned beer he was holding onto the floor, making his face even more red.
Seeing this, Yun Ga-seol grinned.

“I didn’t want to do it because I thought you’d get angry when I heard this, but it hurts me to see it too.”

He may have expected Jo Woo-shik, now drunk, to turn around and beat Hwang Bon-na-young. Well, Na-young, even if Jo Woo-sik or something surprises her in the dark, there’s a 99.98 percent chance of putting a counter on her face her, but …

The problem is that Yoon Ga-seol took the world too lightly, watched too many dramas, and furthermore, he saw Jo Woo-sik as an idiot.

“Hey, Gaseol Yoon!”
“… Yes?”
“You fuck. Because I look like this, do I just look like an asshole?”
“What are you talking about, Coach! Well, I really feel sorry for the coach… Kyaaaaagh!”
“You bastard, who are you to sympathize with me and fuck me!”

The sudden swing of the fist knocked Yun Ga-seol back without even thinking about avoiding it.
Jo Woo-shik, who saw that, spat and said,

“Did you think that four years old who did n’t say a word to me normally would run to Hwang Bona-yeong and break her head her, saying that I’m a good person, when she starts talking to me because she wants to be at this time? Did you think that we would go to hell like water ghosts side by side as you thought? You bastard!”

Yes, this is it
Although Jo Woo-shik is an idiot, he is not an empty-headed extra character from some drama. I can see he’s taking advantage of it so openly, but he’s not foolish enough to be fooled.
At that level, he was just a senile muscle pig.
Even if he was rotten, Jo Woo-sik was a human being who coached the national team.

‘Well, what I do is still the best human trash.’

“What about Nayoung? That you broke my gossip like that? Bitch, so what? If you dare to tell me such a thing and get on my nerves, fuck it! Did you think I could move you the way you want, you bastard!”

Puck, puck!
At first, I was just going to watch it, but that bastard Jo Woo-shik was a real piece of trash. Still, he is a player who is about to advance to the semifinals, but he did not even think about it and was sincerely trampling on Yoon Ga-seol.

“Fuck bitch, dog bitch! What a fucking bitch!”
“Oh, it hurts… Stop that! Please, I was wrong, huh, stop it.”
“Stop doing something!”

Even Cho Woo-shik can’t cross the line, and it seems that he has crossed the line for a long time.
I even picked up the broom that the cleaner had left behind.

Seeing this, I sighed deeply and had no choice but to step forward. Now here, I’m blocking the broomstick with one hand nicely…

“Puck!”

In fact, the Yoon Hypothesis could be right, so I hit him in the head on purpose.

[It’s not as easy as you think, is it? Grabbing a weapon that falls down. That’s a high-level skill, gooooo

Shut up.

“Sir Gaejeo, you’re really in trouble until the very end.”
“Hey, don’t be silly! What have I done wrong! That bitch gave a shit to me first!”
“No matter who started it, isn’t it a modern society where violence is ruined?”

At my words, Jo Woo-sik’s complexion turned blue in an instant, and he raised the broom once more and swung it down at me.
I didn’t say anything, but I could feel the sincere intent to kill in that bastard’s eyes.
Seeing that, I lightly blocked the broomstick with my arm and put a light body blow on Jo Woo-sik’s abdomen.

Puck!

“Oooh, ooh! Wow…”

Along with Cho Woo-shik, who vomited just for that, I saw Hwang Bo-na-yeong running this way after the game ended in the distance.
When Yoon Ga-seol saw it, he immediately shouted with a firm expression.

“I-I did nothing wrong! That bitch was wrong! I mean, I worked hard too! You worked harder than anyone else to come this far! But, why only me? Why is everyone fucking, fucking, just me! Why are you only doing this to me!”

I said while holding onto Gaseol Yoon’s chin and making eye contact with him.

“Don’t justify it, bitch.”
“Hey…”
“So, Nayoung is much more talented than you? Does she have a pretty face? Do you have a good body? Are you lucky enough to meet a guy like me? I admit everything.”
“…”
“Leaving all that aside, Nayoungie worked a hundred times harder than you! At least if you’re going to be dissatisfied, regardless of your talent, try harder and whine. Because it’s fucking disgusting.”

I don’t think I’m qualified to say this, but what is it?
It’s free to say

[Use ‘Blessing of Healing’.]

I was going to give you the treatment of the side. To be honest, I also had a desire not to, but that seemed too childish.
I’m sure it’ll fall off the 4th anyway.

“Brother! What happens?”
“Yes? It’s nothing. Let’s go back to the hotel sooner than that. And you never know when the nasty bastards will flirt with you.”

Nayoung, who blushed at my words, said while crossing my arms.

“… Well, knowing that I only have an older brother…”

I refrain from wanting to bite this cute woman, as proof to other men that this woman is mine.
She tucked her waist next to mine.
And she didn’t forget to put her hand her under her clothes her and caress her navel her.
Then Nayoung subtly lowered my arm a little further and said.

“… If you can, put it in your pants, oppa.”

I saw that and asked.

“Did you pass it on to your sister?”

A disease that turns into a pervert.