Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 393

Hyung, am I cute? 393

It’s March, the month when winter ends and spring arrives.

The weather was clear, the sky was blue, and it was a perfect day to go out.

So, I came to the university I graduated from.

Siha’s daycare is at Kangin University, and the Thunder Three Soccer Club gathers at the school’s sports field.

As always, we gathered at the futsal [indoor soccer] field, but today it feels different because my uncle is here.

We haven’t met that many times, but we’ve kicked the ball around quite a bit.

Because Siha likes it, and Seungjun likes it too.

“Ahem. Today, Uncle has come to the Thunder Three Soccer Club. Okay, clap!”

Clap clap clap.

Actually, a club should have more people than this, but people haven’t gathered yet.

It would be nice if the daycare kids could participate.

Everyone has different interests, so they can’t all participate.

Well, it’s good for me, but still, we’re playing soccer with this number of people.

That’s why we play at the futsal field instead of the full-sized soccer field.

Seungjun looks at Uncle with an excited face.

“Wow! So, is Siha’s uncle joining our Thunder Three Soccer Club?”

“Huh? Well. I don’t know?”

“Please join! Come on! Siha’s uncle is unemployed. So, you can join.”

“That’s… true.”

Uncle made a sullen face.

Isn’t it a bit much to call an unemployed person unemployed?

It’s true, but it feels like you’re telling a pathetic guy who’s just playing around at home to join something like this.

Well, Seungjun probably didn’t mean it that way.

‘You have plenty of time, so why don’t you join?’

That’s probably the nuance [subtle difference in or shade of meaning].

But looking at Uncle’s expression, it definitely feels like the former.

“You guys don’t know, but I’m not unemployed. I’m a person with a job.”

“Then do you go to work on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday?”

“No. I don’t go.”

“What about Saturday and Sunday?”

“I don’t go.”

“???”

“???”

“You’re unemployed.”

“No. I have circumstances, but I’m not.”

“You don’t work. Right?”

“Uh. Right.”

“???”

I laughed at Seungjun and Uncle’s conversation.

It was like a broken record.

I recently found out that Uncle is actually working in Korea.

It was a really, really surprising fact.

But it was also true that he doesn’t go to work and gets paid regularly.

I wondered how he could persuade them to do that.

“Seungjun, Uncle is not unemployed.”

“Huh? He’s not? It definitely sounds like it when you just listen to him!”

That’s… true. But Siha, you believed that Uncle wasn’t unemployed? That’s unexpected.

“He’s a rich unemployed person.”

“Ah!”

No! You’re correcting it with that?!

Well, there’s a big difference between just being unemployed, being a rich unemployed person, and being a building owner unemployed person.

Uncle didn’t have anything to say about this, so he just smacked his lips.

“Yes! Uncle is a rich unemployed person!”

“As expected!”

He decided to coolly admit it.

And he picked up the soccer ball on the ground.

“And I’m a soccer-playing, rich unemployed person.”

“!!!”

“I’ll join the Thunder Three Soccer Club.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Huh?”

“You need to know a little about soccer to join, so I need to see how much Siha’s uncle knows. And I’ll decide whether to let him in after talking to Siha.”

Until now, I thought he would accept anyone who applied, but there was a membership screening.

Seungjun is serious about soccer.

Uncle smiled.

“Screening? It’s nothing. Watch carefully.”

Bang!

The soccer ball went into the goal like a picture.

Siha’s eyes widened.

He didn’t expect Uncle to be good at soccer.

Actually, Uncle’s athletic ability can’t be bad.

Because of his job.

“How can you kick the ball if the whistle hasn’t blown yet?”

“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?”

Seungjun is serious about soccer.

You have to follow the rules!

Well, that’s it, but today we’re going to play a membership screening game.

“First, run with the ball. You have to be friendly with the ball.”

“That’s right! Uncle, you have to talk to the ball too. You have to get close. Friend. Friend.”

Siha, that’s not what it means to get close.

Do you still believe that you can play soccer well if you get close like that?

“Getting close to the ball means hitting it hard.”

“???”

Uncle took the ball out of the goal and started shooting it.

He deliberately makes an evil laugh, kyah kyah kyah.

“No! You have to cherish it!”

“Uncle is a bad person, so he doesn’t care about that!”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

If that ball was alive, it would have been a very violent scene.

I might have been arrested by the police for assault.

“He’s also good at running with the ball.”

He dribbles with the ball.

He slowly approaches Seungjun. Well, he won’t be serious with kids.

“Here I go! Try to take it.”

“Iyah!”

Uncle runs with the ball at full speed.

I might have been a little mistaken. Our uncle is the type to be serious with kids.

Come to think of it, he was serious about teasing…

“Wow, he’s so fast!”

“Uncle is fast! He’s always a sloth at home!”

“I have no choice. I’ll give you permission to join.”

“Siha also gives permission.”

Uncle looked at the two children as if he was dumbfounded.

That’s because if you say that, it looks like you really wanted to join and worked hard, doesn’t it?

Doesn’t it seem like you’re begging to join?

He worked so hard to tease the kids, not to desperately join.

“Then… Sihyuk hyung [older brother/male friend]. What are you doing today?”

“Hyung. What are you doing?”

“Sihyuk. These kids are so funny?”

I smiled awkwardly.

The daycare kids have a strong My Pace [individualistic] attitude. Including Siha.

Maybe it’s because it’s a small, elite daycare.

“Today, we’re going to do the most important training for a striker.”

“???”

“The situation is like this: In the finals, the Thunder Soccer team ended in a tie in the first and second halves. And we used up all the extra time. What do we do next?”

“Penalty shootout!”

“That’s right! We’re doing a penalty shootout. Many people are watching. Please win! Please give us victory! They’re praying with their hands together.”

“!!!”

“There’s a lot of pressure on your shoulders. But you have to overcome that and score a goal. That’s what a soccer player is!”

“!!!”

Seungjun clenched his fist.

His eyes lit up at the tremendous situation explanation.

Siha blinked his eyes as if he didn’t know what it was.

Anyway, this kind of situation explanation can make soccer more fun.

“Okay. The opponent is Uncle, the goalkeeper who is praised for being a bad person.”

“Hyung. Am I praised for being bad?”

“Yes. The enemy is so good at goalkeeping that he looks bad, right? That’s why. He would have looked nice if he was on our team. It’s a metaphor. A metaphor. He’s not really a bad person.”

“!!!”

Siha’s eyes widened as if he had learned something new.

Uncle pointed at his face with his finger as if he had just learned that he was a goalkeeper.

“Me? I made you join with dribbling and shooting, and now I’m a goalkeeper? Goalkeeper?”

“I decided, so know that.”

“Huh?”

Anyway, I like to give stories to the children’s games.

That’s how it’s more exciting.

Just training is boring. But I can’t really train them dynamically like interval running.

This isn’t a gym, it’s just playing soccer.

We must not forget that saying training actually means having fun.

“Then shall we start now?”

That’s how the penalty shootout started.

Team 1: Siha, Seungjun, Si혁 [Sihyuk – narrator’s name].

Team 2: Uncle.

Uncle joined the club, but he was set up as an enemy anyway.

“Me first!”

Seungjun came forward first.

Uncle smiled and stood in front of the goal.

“Okay. Kick it.”

“Iyah!”

The ball is kicked with the inside of his foot.

It hits his right foot and stretches out.

But Uncle easily blocks the ball.

Tuk. Rolling.

“It’s nothing.”

“Ah!”

“It’s my turn to kick, right?”

Saying that, he kicks with all his heart.

I missed it a little and conceded a goal.

Uncle was happy in front of me, and I couldn’t help but feel bad.

No! Let the kids win!

Is this a pattern of making them feel like they’re in danger and then letting them win? Right? I’ll believe you?!

I regretted it a little that I should have been on the enemy team.

But it was already spilled water [an idiom meaning it’s too late to change things].

I couldn’t help it.

“Next is Siha. Siha, do well.”

“Okay!”

Siha looked at Uncle.

The world of 1-on-1 matches.

“Uncle, I can’t see. Move aside.”

“Hey. How can a goalkeeper move away from the goal?”

“Uncle, the goal is too small, so I can’t see. Move aside.”

Well, he’s not wrong.

The futsal goal was smaller than the soccer field goal.

“I can’t?”

“Then I’ll kick from a little closer.”

“Why?”

“The goal is small. Then I can kick from closer.”

“I can’t?”

“You’re mean! Bad!”

“Siha, what you’re saying is more mean. Why are you talking like I did something wrong? I almost thought I was really mean?”

For a moment, I thought, ‘Wow, Uncle is mean.’

No. It was a match between an adult and a child, so that word was convincing.

“Then I’m going.”

“Okay. Come quickly.”

“I’m really going.”

“Okay! Are you playing soccer with your mouth?”

“That’s right!”

Lee Siha, who admits that again.

It’s amazing.

Siha really kicked the ball. Now that he’s 5 years old, it flies with quite a bit of force, unlike before.

But still, it’s a ball kicked by a child.

Uncle easily blocked it.

“Uncle has to score again.”

“Hyung, block it well.”

It was Uncle’s turn.

I didn’t let my guard down this time and focused on blocking the ball.

Uncle clicked his tongue, but I breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s because the goal is small, but if it was big, I might not have been able to block it.

Actually, a penalty shootout is a very disadvantageous fight for the goalkeeper.

I also prepared to kick the ball.

I have to score a goal this time to make it a tie.

“Hyung, fighting! [cheering]”

“Sihyuk hyung, fighting!”

I made this story situation, but why am I feeling pressured?

It’s become a real situation?

“Ahem.”

I cleared my throat for no reason and kicked the ball.

Uncle moved his body in the opposite direction from where the ball was kicked with a very Hollywood action.

Goal.

But the goal is small, so you don’t have to move like that?

It was so obvious that he was deliberately letting me win that Siha said a word.

“Uncle! You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Why only let hyung win?”

“No?”

“No. Siha saw everything. Hyung scores even if you don’t let him win, so why did you let him win?”

“I didn’t let him win.”

“Liar!”

It’s disappointing to see the goal go in like that.

No! Why are you doing that to me and not the kids? Ah, wait a minute. I think he’s doing that on purpose. The smiling face makes me sure.

That’s probably the same with Siha.

That expression. I can tell now.

“Okay, Siha. Think carefully. Hyung is a very talented person, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So, we had a tremendous psychological warfare with our eyes. Sihyuk was definitely going to kick to the left, right? But the ball went to the right? Then Uncle was immediately tricked and conceded a goal.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Uncle was completely tricked by Sihyuk.”

“!!!”

Siha, do you believe that again? You get tricked every day, why do you get tricked again?

But I didn’t say anything.

Well, it could be.

Lee Siha, who was tricked by Uncle again. So, we moved on to the next one.

I blocked Uncle’s ball again and definitely made it a tie.

“Now, it’s really important. You have to score a goal. Got it?”

“Sihyuk hyung, I’ll kick it really well!”

I went to Uncle, who was the goalkeeper, and poked him in the side.

“Please let me win.”

“Why?”

“If Uncle keeps doing that, there’s no dinner tonight.”

“Ah, that’s too mean.”

“Uncle, who is serious about the kids, is more mean?”

“Why? Isn’t it fun? Ah! Okay. Okay. I just have to let you win, right?”

“Yes.”

I went back to my seat and Uncle declared.

“I’ll stand on one leg and block it. I’ll still be able to block everything. Puahaha!”

He provokes like that and gives himself a handicap.

That’s okay, right?

It’s much better than a Hollywood action.

“I’m putting it in now!”

Bang! It was a goal.

“Siha too!”

Bang! It was a goal.

That’s how Uncle had no choice but to lose.

“Woowawa! Siha!”

“Awesome!”

In a way, it was a situation where a crisis was turned into an opportunity, so the joy was doubled.

“Tsk. I was going to win, but because of dinner.”

Well, Uncle had double the regret.