Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 394

Hyung, aren’t I cute? Episode 394

After playing for a while, we took a break.

Since we didn’t have any drinks prepared, we stopped by the convenience store at the school to buy some.

The kids were hot and picked out their drinks quickly.

I was sweating, so I was drawn to an ion drink [sports drink containing electrolytes].

“I’m going to have a can.”

“Me too, a can.”

I just wanted to gulp it down and watch the professor play soccer before going home.

Uncle chugs his drink in one go next to me.

“Ah! All gone!”

“Uncle, you’re fast!”

Siha took his bottled drink and gulped it down, making a ‘Puhah!’ sound.

Uncle looked at Siha and Seungjun and shook the empty can in his hand.

“Hey kids, you know what? You can play a fun game with this can, right?”

“Really?”

“Of course. It’s called ‘Can Kicking’.”

After soccer, now it’s can kicking.

But looking at this wide field, it wasn’t a good place to play can kicking.

Uncle must have thought so too, because he said we couldn’t play can kicking here.

Siha and Seungjun said.

“Uncle, I’m curious!”

“That’s right! You make us curious and then you don’t do it?”

Uncle thought for a moment and then said this.

“This is a game where you kick the can and hide, but we can’t do that here. But there’s another game. You can do it with soccer.”

“!!!”

Seungjun’s eyes lit up at those words.

Actually, it probably won’t be a big deal.

“Put Si혁’s [Si-hyuk’s] and my cans here and set them up. Then kick the soccer ball from far away to hit them.”

“Why are we doing this?”

“A striker needs to be able to put the ball where they want. So, we’re doing this to make accurate shots.”

“!!!”

It feels like we’re setting up cans and shooting at them.

I don’t know if they actually do this kind of training, but it would be fun to do with the kids.

“Okay, so the easiest spot is the ground. And then around here on the stand seats?”

Outside the futsal field, there were stone outdoor stand seats, which seemed perfect for placing the cans in different positions.

One step on the stairs.

It might be fun because you can keep raising the difficulty.

“Wow! That sounds fun!”

“Siha fun too!”

Siha, we haven’t even done it yet. But you already think it’s fun?

“Okay, okay. This is also training. If you do really well, you can shoot wherever you want.”

We always played only in the futsal field, but playing on the stands like this didn’t seem bad.

“Hyung, Siha eat this quick and play.”

“Huh? Ah! Okay.”

It seems like he’s thinking of putting plastic drink bottles as well as cans.

Then, since there are four of us, we can set four targets.

Genius?

It would be fun to have multiple targets.

“But it’s no fun if we just do it, so the person who misses the most out of four kicks gets an Indian bump [a playful punishment where someone is bent over and hit on the rear]. How about that?”

Choosing a penalty instead of a prize.

This is also a way to make the game exciting.

“Siha like.”

“I like it too. Siha, let’s work hard so we don’t get an Indian bump. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

That’s how the can and plastic bottle hitting competition started.

The first to kick was, of course, the confident Seungjun.

“Here I go!”

Clang!

He easily hits the one placed on the ground.

From then on, they were placed zigzag on each step, so you had to lift the ball a bit to hit them.

This is really difficult.

It’s not like doing it with your hands, you have to hit it with your feet.

“Hoo.”

Seungjun seems nervous about this and takes a breath.

Well, he’s still only five years old. But there are kids who are good at this age.

“Eeyah!”

He kicks it up from the bottom as if scooping it up.

Too high. The direction is also off.

The ball draws a parabola and falls, hitting the third can.

“Yes!”

Well, he got lucky.

He hit the second one with this.

He failed the next time he kicked, and missed narrowly the two times after that.

Just looking at that, it seems like Seungjun has talent.

I don’t know if he’ll become a national player or play for another club overseas later.

If I could predict that, I would be a scout for some club.

An amazing talent that I’ve been watching since he was a kid!

Well, I don’t know if there is such a thing.

“Next is Siha!”

“Siha’s turn!”

Siha kicks hard with an ‘Eit!’

As expected, he easily hits the first can on the ground.

He’s a player who diligently participates in the Thunder Three Soccer Club.

He didn’t do well at first, but now he’s at least a basic player.

He’s a little lacking as an attacker, and a defender is just right.

Or, since our Siha is smart, he might do well as a midfielder, the commander.

Passing the ball to striker Seungjun and leading to victory.

“Eit!”

Failed all three times. He still needs a lot of practice.

But isn’t it okay because his spirit is cute? Yes!

“Then it’s my turn, right?”

Next is Uncle’s turn.

He smiles slyly as if he’s been waiting for it.

Looking at that evil smile, I hope he doesn’t do well.

“I’m going to give a really hard Indian bump!”

He waves his hands in the air, and his swing is unusual because he’s putting so much strength into his arms.

He’s definitely trying to scare the kids.

He’s not really going to hit them hard, is he?

“Uncle, Uncle has to kick from far away.”

“Why?”

“Uncle is an adult. So, you have to kick from far away.”

“There’s no such thing. It has to be all the same.”

“Uncle, you’re much bigger than Siha, so it’s not the same.”

“Oh? That’s true.”

Lee Siha, who unexpectedly stabs at the sharp corners [points out flaws].

He’s grown a lot. But I feel like I’ve seen that part of stabbing at the corners somewhere before? Is it my appearance?

“Then Si혁 [Si-hyuk] has to kick from behind too? Because he’s an adult?”

“!!!”

“Right? Right?”

But Uncle is not easy either.

He makes Siha think by dragging me in.

But that attack will be easily defeated. Because Siha overestimates Hyung [older brother/male friend] very, very much.

“It’s okay. Hyung is good. He’s even better from far away.”

“Isn’t it weird to be better at kicking from far away?”

“No. It’s not weird.”

“Okay. I got it. I can kick from far away, right? Around here?”

“No. More. More.”

“How far?”

“Uncle, all the way to the front of that door.”

“Are you kidding me?”

To the front of the door is almost the end to end here.

Being able to hit the ball from there means you have to show the ability to tell the sniper to go away [extreme accuracy].

“That’s too much. I’ll go exactly twice as far as where I originally kicked. Then the height will match, right?”

“Right.”

Lee Siha, who admits what he has to admit.

Hyung always supports you. Cool guy.

“Hoo. Why is kicking a ball so hard?”

“Puhut!”

I burst out laughing at Uncle’s words.

I agree. Strict standards apply to Uncle. Because he’s mean.

“Uncle, cheer up.”

“Yeah. Si혁 [Si-hyuk] is the only one.”

“But don’t cheer up too hard.”

“Of course. You brothers are all the same.”

My words seemed to fuel him even more, and I could see his determination to hit it.

Uncle kicks the ball lightly.

He kicks it lightly to increase the precision and knocks down the can on the floor.

“First! One! It’s a tie with Siha!”

“Uncle. Again. Again.”

“Why again?”

“It’s a foul if you kick it softly.”

“Heng [hmph]. There’s no such thing. It doesn’t work.”

Uncle takes the ball again and kicks it with a ‘뻥’ [bang].

But as expected, he can’t hit it easily because of the length.

Twice. He missed twice.

“Ah. This is not easy.”

“But it was close.”

“Right? I think I could have hit it if the distance was a little closer.”

“Fighting [Good luck/You can do it].”

“Okay.”

“Don’t hit it.”

“Was ‘don’t hit it’ your fighting?”

He burns his fighting spirit once again at my words, but in the end, he fails to hit it.

I told you it’s difficult.

Suddenly I’m worried too.

“Hyung. Hating [Fighting]!”

“Si혁 [Si-hyuk] hyung. Fighting!”

“Hey. You two. Aren’t you being too much by not cheering for me when I do it?”

“Uncle. Uncle is not hyung.”

“That’s right. You’re not Si혁 [Si-hyuk] hyung.”

“Wow. Discrimination is sad. Really.”

This is why people need to be loved. This is the alumni connection of Kangin University! And it’s a regional connection!

Scary, isn’t it.

But I don’t know if I should see the daycare center as a university alumni connection, but since we use the same site, can’t we see it that way?

I put the ball down while thinking such absurd thoughts.

“Here I go.”

First can. Clear.

Second can also clear.

Third can also clear.

Fourth can failed.

“Wow. Lucky?”

Uncle looks at me in disbelief.

“Why did you hit all of them? Huh? What am I going to be if you do this?”

“Uncle was close too. I just had a little luck.”

“Right?”

“But I heard that even a half-point difference is so big in Go [a strategic board game].”

“Si혁 [Si-hyuk], I understand what that means too.”

“Ah. I thought you still couldn’t speak Korean. You always make that excuse.”

Uncle trembles.

Siha says with sparkling eyes.

“Hyung. Amazing!”

I don’t know if he’s saying I’m amazing because I kicked the ball well or because I made fun of Uncle.

Siha. The timing is a bit… What are you saying is amazing?

Maybe it’s a double meaning or something?

“Si혁 [Si-hyuk] hyung. Really awesome!”

Seungjun also praises me as awesome. But it’s clear that he’s talking about kicking the ball.

It’s just obvious with Seungjun.

I don’t know about Siha because I can’t really know what he’s thinking.

“Then who’s getting the Indian bump?”

“Hyung. Siha and Uncle hit one.”

“Ah. Then should the two of you play rock-paper-scissors?”

“!!!”

Rock-paper-scissors to determine the last place.

This is the national rule.

Uncle twists his hands and looks at the light inside.

Actually, can’t you see anything about what you’re going to put out?

I actually do it too, but I can’t figure out why I do it.

Siha also grabbed and twisted his hands following Uncle.

“Hyung. Hyung see. Hyung see everything.”

“Siha, shouldn’t you see what you’re going to put out?”

Do you win if you look at me?

Well, it’s okay because it’s cute.

“Uncle. Siha saw hyung. Win everything.”

“What nonsense. Uncle saw what he was going to put out too. Okay, here I go!”

“Rock! Paper! Scissors!”

Siha is fist. Uncle is scissors.

Uncle lost.

“Ah!”

“Yes! Uncle lost! Uncle. So you have to do good things.”

“No. Is it to the point of saying good things and bad things?”

“Have to see hyung.”

Is it a good thing if you look at me and a bad thing if you don’t?

It was an amazing logic.

“Uncle. It’s Indian bump time now.”

“Ah. That was the penalty.”

Uncle lay down.

Seungjun tells him to cover his eyes with his hands.

Very thorough.

But I think I know who it is because the palms are different.

“Then I’ll do it.”

“Yeah!”

“Indiaaaan! Bump!”

Slap!

He hit Uncle’s back very excitedly.

The sound of slapping was also heard well.

Uncle gets up making an ‘Eok’ sound.

“Siha. You hit really hard.”

“Not Siha?”

“I know everything. I know because your hands are small.”

“Not Siha.”

“Oh, you’re lying?”

“Siha didn’t hit very hard. Siha hit very, very, very hard.”

He claims that it wasn’t that hard, but that he hit it even harder!

Uncle has a look on his face like, ‘What kind of kid is this?’

You’ve been had. Siha is a very honest child!

“Do it one more time. One more time.”

“Uncle. It’s time to go home now.”

“There’s still time to do it one more time. Don’t even think about leaving before everyone does it one more time.”

It was a typical thing to say from someone who received a penalty.

No. Uncle. Are you a kid?

I don’t know how much it hurts, but he’s saying let’s do it one more time.

“Ah! It’s Siha’s study time? Siha has to go home!”

Siha pretended to look at the watch on his wrist.

Even though he doesn’t have a watch.

“Siha. You don’t study.”

“No. Siha study Korean. Siha can write name now.”

“You. You’ve been able to write your name for quite a while.”

“Siha study more and have to write Uncle name too.”

“Uncle’s name is English? You can’t write it with Korean study?”

“Then Siha have to go study English. Ah! It’s time. Seungjun. Seungjun have to go study too?”

Siha tossed it to Seungjun.

Seungjun nodded.

“I have to study soccer. It’s tactics study.”

Uncle looked at the two kids in disbelief.

Then he looks at my face.

Me? Why?

“This, this. People from Kangin are all on the same side.”

In the end, we ended things here today.

Uncle muttered that he should have done one more round on the way back.