Chapter 473 – Episode 465. Was That Bastard This Bastard? (3)

“What did you want to see? Why? Stabbed?”

“He’s so young.”

“Did you eat enough? Is age the only thing you have to show off? Well, I mean, at that age, I’m begging for money in Korea.”

“Whoa… Would you like to take a moment? “Follow me, you bastard.”

The alley of the bar where we had our dinner was not many people walking around, so it was perfect for quiet conversation. Moreover, at the entrance of the alley, there were several cast members and staff blocking our way, looking at us, so it looked like a perfect place to beat him up.

“Shouldn’t that be stopped?”

“Leave it alone. Normally, kids who play sports become friends by fighting.”

“Jinhyuk, do you really not need to stop me? The only person here who can stop you is you…”

“I said it’s okay.”

Moreover, Jinhyeok Yeom, a retired basketball player and high school senior, was stopping the other party members from interfering, so there was no need to worry about being disturbed.

In other words, it was a perfect situation to educate him. Yes, this is education…

“Hey. Jongho Lee. Let’s not be arrogant. I think I’m so drunk that I can’t come to my senses…”

“You damn bastard! From earlier!”

“Don’t even tell me, bitch.”

When I walked forward, the guy flinched.

“I’m scared. Well, I’m just going to pass it on today, but from now on I’ll just look at people and make fun of them. Yes? Because you could really fall behind.”

I turned around after leaving a single word, but I wasn’t completely defenseless. Because I had Rossby who could tell me the situation behind me even if I turned around.

‘It’s coming!’

Suddenly, I feel a hand grabbing my shoulder. I could roughly predict what would happen next, but here for now,

“Evil! Fuck!”

A tingling sensation in the left cheek. This sensation was, of course, the sensation of his fist hitting my face. Luckily, maybe because of the height difference, it didn’t fit properly, so it didn’t hurt that much, but it still felt bad.

“You started first?”

“Yes you bitch!”

The guy’s kick follows. Maybe he drank just enough to have the courage to attack me, but his kicking movements didn’t falter. But…,

“Huh?!”

Even a 160 km/h fastball flew over the fence, so I wasn’t fast enough to miss that kick. A strange situation in which the guy’s right foot was held by me and his body was supported by one foot. It was only after his leg was grabbed that I saw his eyes widen as if he came to his senses.

‘I can’t break my foot.’

I felt like my leg would break if I broke it like this, but I couldn’t help but think about what would happen next. Especially as I was about to advance overseas as a soccer player, it was clear that if I got hit and got hurt, it wouldn’t be something that would be resolved by getting hit first.

Well, I’m not beating up the bastard who encourages match fixing, this is just legitimate education today. There was no need to go that far.

‘Yes, because this is education…’ .’

Education doesn’t require fists. For today, I was Dr. Yang Geum-yeong, the person who would cure him of his back-talking habit.

Wow! A cheerful sound echoed through the alley, and the familiar sound of palms clashing with skin was heard. However, what is different from what I usually hear is that my palm usually slaps the meaty buttocks, but this time I slapped the boy’s cheek?

“Ahh!”

“You hit first?”

Wow!

“Evil!”

He must have finally come to his senses after being hit twice, but he struggled to get his leg out of my hand, but of course it was impossible to get out of my hand.

“Fuck you, you bastard! Stop… !”

Wow!

“Uh-huh, I have a habit of talking to teachers!”

“Teacher, this bastard… !”

Wow!

“S-stop!”

Wow!

“S-sorry…”

Wow!

Ah, I got hit for saying something polite.

“Jongho.”

“Yes, yes.”

The guy seemed to have become obedient, so I let go of his feet, and he politely put his hands together in front of me. I happily imagined that if I let go of his legs, he might attack again, but his will seemed to be broken after five slaps.

“Brother, I’m worried about you. Huh?”

“I’m sorry.”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Yes?”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Well, that…”

Wow! It felt like I only slapped the left cheek, so this time I caressed the right cheek.

“Ahh!”

“Jongho. From now on, take a closer look at your opponent and make fun of him. Then you go abroad and get beaten up. Huh? “I can’t do that because I’m proud of Daehan, right?”

“…”

Wow!

“Answer.”

“Oh, I understand.”

“But my brother didn’t hit you hard because you were an athlete. You know? “The gangster who hit me was taken away.”

“… Thank you.”

Wow!

“Ahh! Why this time… ?”

“Look at the size of your voice. Ha, this guy is a torturer. What should I do, really?”

“Thank you!”

“And don’t say behind your back what you wouldn’t say in front of you. No, I know you have an inferiority complex. “What are you going to do if you meet like this in a country with a small land mass?”

“Well, I’m really sorry. Actually, I don’t usually write things like that, but Heejong asked me to post it…”

“Who is Heejong?”

“Well, it’s Sunband playing in the Middle East… Appeared together at the Asian Games…”

“Tell that bastard not to meet me when he comes to Korea.”

“Yes, yes!”

The guy who was glaring at me with murderous eyes just a moment ago has changed into a gentle sheep. Do I have the qualifications to be a counseling expert at this level? Hehe. With this level of treatment skills, it seemed like Dr. Yang Geum-yeong’s position would be in jeopardy once I retired.

“But, let me ask you one question.”

“Yes?”

“No, you and I don’t even know each other, so why did you post such a sniping post?”

Honestly, I was a little curious about this. I had never met a soccer player during the Asian Games, and they had their own soccer practice field, so I didn’t have any conflict in Korea, so why did the soccer players systematically post sniping comments about me?

“…”

Bah! This time, unlike before, my palm was stuck in the back of his head. Seeing that the back of his head was strong, I thought he would be good at heading.

“Ahh! Now, just a moment!”

“Speak quickly. Do you want to make me wait, teacher?”

“Ugh… That, that. To be honest, there was something I was a little jealous of.”

“What?”

“No, in baseball, there are times when you can comfortably participate in a competition and win a gold medal, and you know that. During our Asian Games, Mr. Maengho…”

Bah!

“Teacher.”

“… There were rumors that the teacher was dating women from other countries, so I think she was jealous.”

“Is it the same?”

“Oh, it wasn’t me, but my seniors…”

“Anyway, you guys who can’t even exercise are only interested in ashes. It’s not because you’re good at it. “If I tease you, you should have done well and won a gold medal.”

“We also won a gold medal in the Asian Games…”

Bah!

“Ahh!”

“Excuses, excuses! “You bastard.”

“Sorry! But honestly, baseball is a bit more comfortable. Eat whatever you want…”

“… Well, that’s right.”

In the case of Senior Kwan Hyeong, he strictly controls his diet to the point where he doesn’t even drink carbonated beverages, but it is true that there are very few players who go that far. I was the type of person who ate whatever I could and exercised to maintain my muscles, but honestly, it was true that I had a body that was difficult to call an athlete even in the league.

However, in my opinion, baseball was a sport where true talent was important, so that didn’t really matter. Of course, there is no sport that does not require talent, but baseball was a little more special.

To put it bluntly, if I were playing soccer or basketball right now, I would be lucky enough to score at least one goal. Sometimes I was able to dunk in basketball, and in soccer I was able to stand still and head the ball. Even if I go to the professional league right away, if I’m lucky with my physical strength, there’s a 0.1% chance that something like that could happen.

However, it was impossible for Lee Jong-ho to hit a ball over 150 and go over the fence. Wouldn’t it be impossible even if I tried it 1000 times? Well, I don’t know if this guy is talented at baseball.

No matter how good their body was, only the chosen ones could hit a fist-sized ball flying at about 150 km/h. And that talent was even worse as he became a pitcher. If you try hard, you can throw up to 130, but only truly chosen people can throw over 150. And hitting that ball in the strike zone? It was clear that those without talent would not be able to do it even if they tried for the rest of their lives.

Physical strength is important, but is it a little less effective than other sports?

Right now, no one was physically better than me in high school, but if you were to evaluate my hitting before I met Rossby and felt Rossby’s hitting with my own body, it was at a poor level.

Therefore, it was somewhat understandable that athletes in other sports who did not play baseball felt deprived. If you have talent, you can cover up the physical aspect.

Bah!

“Ahh! I admitted it, but why… ?”

… Only to a certain extent.

“But hearing it in person makes me feel bad. And, fuck. People who exercise together, huh? Is it okay to just ignore that, asshole? If you played sports in high school, you would know this, right? “We all work out hard together.”

“Yes, yes. “I’m sorry.”

“Anyway, these vague bastards are saying shit about things like this. I’ve never heard Park. “Ugh.”

Honestly, fans may think that because they think the sport they watch is the best, but I didn’t understand why a player would do something like this when he knew that he was clearly going through a hard time. Sometimes there are people who don’t really exercise, but such people exist in every sport.

I got so annoyed with that feeling that I hit the guy on the back of the head one more time.

Bah!

“Humph.”

“Live a little more healthily from now on, kid. Don’t live your life gossiping about others.”

“Yes, yes!”

“The teacher is telling you to do well. If it was like his original personality, he would have broken it in one place. I heard that we’re going overseas soon, so that’s it. Now, just like a man! Huh? “You can do it well, right?”

“Thank you! “Teacher!”

After… Since I turned an athlete into a person with this, don’t I also have the qualities of an educator? When I retire, I feel like I should definitely take a leadership course.

“Oppa, I was worried, but it ended well?”

“Why? “Are you afraid I might be right?”

“No, I’m afraid I’ll kill half of you.”

“I’m not a gangster.”

When the boy’s education was over, Leah approached him and spoke to him. As she talked with Leah and looked at the mood of the remaining people, it seemed that they were not in the mood for a second round.

“That…, Sorry. “I ruined the mood for no reason.”

“Oh, no. It’s Meng Hao. It’s fun to watch a fight. But, it’s a bit awkward to go the second time. Jongho also has face. See you next time then.”

“Yes. Thank you for your hard work today!”

When Kim Hyeong-geun, the leader of the remaining people, said that, the remaining people also said hello one by one and left.

“Wow, I hit the ball today. Ugh, fuck.”

However, I also felt regret for a moment. The cell phone rang.

-Leah: Oppa, I’m going to have a drink with Hayan. Do you want to come too? From what I heard earlier, it seemed like Hayan was interested in my brother…

Wow, Leah of course! I believed it!