Chapter 21 – Suyeon Kang, Editor of Woman Power Magazine (4)

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The match between Hojindae and Seongseongdae was simple.
Soccer is a sport where you can win by only one goal. So, there was a tactic that some extreme pragmatic directors often use…

Just an extreme defensive tactic.
The so-called bus will be parked in front of the goal post.

It is a tactic that puts players in front of the goal, and it is often used for defense and space defense. For example, in StarCraft, it would be like laying a siege tank, mine, bunker, and turret on a hill and waiting indefinitely.

Of course, in the position of being victimized, they go crazy and run wild.
Like right now

“What the fuck! Get rid of that fucking bus!!”
“Well, like a leader, let’s use some kind words.”
“Profit… !!”

Director Oh Sang-tae felt the back of his neck at the taunts of the two buses parked in front of the goal post and the bus driver laughing and mocking him next to him.

“What kind of tactic is that! That’s anti-football, anti-football!! You just have to get him out of the football world!!”
“Ugh! Anti-football. Defensive tactic man, defensive tactic. If you twist it, try breaking it.”
“We keep attacking! Take a good look!”

It’s the same defeat after passing by 1 goal difference and 2 goals difference. At least in the regional qualifiers, where goal difference is not recognized.
So, Seongsildae, who gave up the first point, was launching a wave of offensive attacks by raising the line to score a comeback goal.

“Can you call that an attack? It just spins the ball.”

Oh Sang-tae could not refute the words of director Na Geon-seong, who killed Lee Juk-yi.

It seems like they are taking the initiative and attacking, but in reality, the coach knew very well that it was just a weak kick without a proper chance.

On the other hand,

“Yaa!! That kid is running again!! Stop it, you bastards!!!”

Hojindae’s counterattack with only two people.
Every counterattack that followed intermittently, I was being swung around and being brutalized.

‘What the fuck… Again!’

At the center of it was Jeong Hyo-gi, the captain and ace of Seongsildae.
Director Oh Sang-tae’s reliable man, symbol of trust, and pillar of the team, Jeong Hyo-gi, was literally being robbed like a dog today.

‘Where are you? Where is it this time?’

Jeong Hyo-gi stared at the ball with trembling eyes.
Opponent number 15, who shakes his body like crazy, touching the ball lightly.

That devilish son of a bitch is putting on a fake again.
It seems that the body is tilted to the right… I think I can snatch it if I reach out now… !! No! You have to be patient! How many times have you been hit with this pattern already?

I felt like I was going to lose my mind, but I gnashed my teeth—

“Ugh!”

Was broken through
In addition.

“Jeong Hyo-gi, you bastard!!”

Hyo-gi Jeong suddenly turned around and chased after him.
How many times has this already been? 4 times? 5 times? The first half isn’t even over yet?

It’s the first time I’ve ever had my hair shaved like this by a player.
Jeong Hyo-gi, who is half insane, refuses to foul and is pushed to the body.

Round and round
Using Jeong Hyo-gi’s strong body as a lever, the opponent spins around. In the meantime, the ball went round and round, and suddenly it was in front of the opponent’s feet.

In that elegant turn, even Jeong Hyo-gi’s mind went round and round.

“Cybaaal!!!”

Puck!

“Eek! Woo!”

When Jung Hyo-gi, whose eyes were turned upside down, threw a shoulder bread, the opponent just floated and fell like a piece of paper. Jeong Hyo-gi was saddened only then, but after the situation had already happened.

Beep beep!!
As if the referee, who was watching Jeong Hyo-gi who was very excited, ran to her and took out a red card from her chest.

“Oh, no!”

And that was the last defiance of the sincere band that day.

* * *

“Oh honey.”

I was in good shape and the opponent seemed to be excited, so I deliberately repeated playful play, and he self-destructed.
The opponent’s core sent off in the 35th minute of the first half.

Since then, Seongsildae did not show any special appearance, and the match ended with Hojindae winning 1:0.
We were able to score a lot, but our team’s tactics are too defensive, and the opposing team gives up on the attack altogether and crouches.

I was completely far away and just messing around, so the coach replaced me early in the 10th minute of the second half.
The opposing team lacked one man and had no intention of attacking, so it was replaced to prevent possible injury.

It’s a pity, but I was hit from behind by a giant over 190cm tall and my body ached a bit.
After being replaced, I was examined in the infirmary, lay down and idled around, and when the game was over, I sneaked out and the coach pushed me on the back.

“Yumma. You go and do some fan service.”

Pan? What fan?
Are there any fans in our team?

Looking at where the director’s finger pointed, I saw a group of female college students huddled together.
Like her one, she is holding her cell phone in her hand and taking pictures of this side, and she is startled by my gaze and squawks. It makes me very happy.

“When did it become so many?”
“I don’t know where I heard the rumors, but they increased one by one. It seems like everyone came to see you, so go and say hello.”

Not a team fan, but an individual fan.
It’s a situation I’ve never experienced in my life, so I’m bewildered, but I feel good.

As I approached with a shy smile, female college students cheered and poured out various words.

“You are handsome!!”
“How old are you!”
“Let’s go out with my sister!! I’ll treat you well!!”
“Please wave your hand once!”

Oh wow, crazy
I heard that the 1st high school girl is the 3rd special forces. How strong are female college students who have evolved from high school girls?
My heart aches at the strong security of our country.

She was frantically waving her hand, holding her hand, taking pictures of her, and smiling, but didn’t a cannon camera come in front of her nose?

“100 million… ?”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute. Can you pat me on the head?”

What, what?
A woman with a different atmosphere from the female college students around her puts a large camera lens in.

“Eh, like this?”

Even though I am an adult, I am still among female college students who have a freshness, so I can compare them… But that doesn’t mean that she lacks her beauty.

In terms of beauty, a woman with a camera is much better.
But… Maturity? Maybe it’s the feeling of an adult that’s different from the freshness of a female college student.

‘Just like a career woman.’

Oh, right. Career woman.
She is just that kind of woman.

“Huh… A sweaty man….”
“…Yes?”

With a strange sound, the camera is pointed in earnest.
Ah~ It’s that cannon camera girl. I didn’t notice her when I saw her from a distance, but the pressure is no joke when she shoots like this.

“Are you a journalist?”

No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think a normal woman would carry a cannon camera like this.
Even on a soccer field like this.

If so, I’m only a reporter… Could it be that you are really excited?

“Gee, reporter? Uh, um, right, right reporter.”

There’s something suspicious about stuttering. Are you a real journalist?
As if feeling suspicious eyes, the woman quickly took out her business card.

It’s a very classy business card, but how come the name…

‘Woman Power Magazine? Editor Suyeon Kang? Is this the original reporter’s business card?’

You should have been interviewed.
I tilted my head while looking at the business card, and the woman spoke urgently.

“I am not a sports reporter… I came here to cover the area and happened to see the game. But it becomes too picturesque.”
“Ah. That’s right.”

I don’t know what it is, but let’s just nod our heads.

“There. So, can I take a picture of you?”
“Yes, yes. Take as much as you like.”

Every time I look in the mirror, I am shocked at how handsome I am, but what about people seeing it for the first time?
Under… It’s a problem even if you’re too handsome. Tired really.

She smiled happily and took the picture as the woman wanted.

… But isn’t that too much?
I think it’s already been over 10 minutes.

And after a few days
Popularity started to explode.

* * *

Soo-yeon was restless and looked for the position of editor-in-chief.

‘Eh, I’m crazy.’

Regrets are always late, and people always regret.
Soo-yeon was deeply regretful.

‘Why did I do that? For some reason.’

The next day, I got peace of mind to the fullest with the feeling of knowing what to do with a company or a feminist.
Seeing the bank account details, Soo-yeon fell into belated regret.

‘Rent, installment savings, pension, communication expenses, taxes, living expenses, virtue expenses… Besides, there is even a car repair fee this month!!’

The good news of the misfortune was that he had sent an article that evening, as if he had at least some brain left.
And the true misfortune is that the article is a picture of an ultra-young boy who was healed just by looking at it, a rest of the mind taken that day, and an article written roughly in scribbles.

It was too late to turn back.
Because this month’s magazine was already published yesterday.

‘Nope. Still, the editor must have cut it halfway through. I bet they didn’t load it as it is.’

And give her peace of mind for a while.

‘No. Then you won’t fuck with me today. I’d rather not see it.’

While doing it,

‘No! Then it doesn’t really mean that I was published in a magazine as I scribbled! That’s really bad!’

I used to be frustrated.
The editor-in-chief did not go to work until the restless morning had passed.

‘Today’s holiday… !?’

The editor-in-chief, who had gone to work after the lunch break was over, raised his voice as soon as he sat down.

“Hey Suyeon Kang!!!”
“Yes, editor.”

Soo-yeon stuck her face out from her desk.

“What? What are you saying! Say it out loud!!”
“Yes!! I understand!!”

Mr. A staggering year.
As usual, I was tearing up at the editor-in-chief catching trivial faults, but wasn’t he twitching his hand?

What is that hand gesture?

“Come!!”
“Yes!!”

As I got up and ran, I spread something on my chin and desk.

“This?”
“Our magazine, which was published yesterday.”
“Ah, yes. But why is this…?”

The editor-in-chief, who glanced at Soo-yeon, flipped through the magazine and stopped at a certain point.

“Look at this, look at this.”

A photo of a pretty girl who looks like she’s bored.
The A-grade cut photos that Suyeon picked and picked appeared in a row.

“Hup! Sin, sorry—”
“This picture!! No, this model!! Who the hell is this!! What is her identity!!”
“That, that… That…”

Soo-yeon’s face went white as she skimmed through the page.
Fucked. It was delivered exactly as it was sent.

You crazy editor! I hope I didn’t even review it!
It is clear that the editor-in-chief has to cut or request revisions, but it is clear that it is annoying. However, I can’t say ‘Do your job right!’ Here.

The excitement of writing a resignation letter, the new target for fans to snip a taste, and even the photos taken to their heart’s content.
Soo-yeon couldn’t bear to speak at the mass of her type, which contained her taste, fan spirit, and virtue.

“Good job!!! Look! Look! You can do it!!”
“Yeah?”
“The reader’s reaction is no joke!! Avid readers are already going crazy about sending fan letters!!”
“What kind of dog is that… No, doggie sound…”
“What!! What are you talking about!?”
“Ah, no!!”

The editor-in-chief, who was glaring at her, banged on the desk.

“Okay! Hurry up and catch an interview with him!!”
“Suddenly?”
“I told you to float the boat when the water comes in!!!”
‘I row when the water comes in.’
“Hurry up and don’t float the boat, what are you doing!!!”

Su-yeon returned to her post at the editor-in-chief’s disapproval order and searched for her contact information.

“Oh!! Don’t forget ‘that hand shape’ when taking pictures!!!”
“…OMG.”

I stared blankly at the absurd request,

“Then I’m off work!!”

The editor-in-chief, who had just come to work, was leaving work like the wind.
It’s 2pm now.

‘Mi, crazy bitch….’

But that crazy bitch is the boss at work.
What’s even more crazy is that that idiot is the president’s nephew. Yem disease.

“Ah. First of all contact… Contact, contact… Huh?”

No matter how many times I look, there are no contacts.
Soo-yeon thought deeply. Did I exchange contact information?

‘I gave you a business card.’

You just gave me a business card.

“…”

Fucked.