Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Medical Test
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Let's take a look at Mbappé's stats from that game.
Goals: 0. Assists: 0.
xG: 0.16
Dribbles completed: 0/8
Dispossessed: 12 times
Aerial duels: 1/4
See that? He got absolutely destroyed.
His rating? A whopping 5.9.
Meanwhile, can you guess the rating for Lee Si-eon, who went toe-to-toe with that Mbappé?
9.2
9.2.
Even the best performances rarely break 9.0.
Not just for one player—it's rare for anyone in a single match to top 9.0.
He's a wall. A straight-up wall.
You can already see how the haters will spin excuses.
"Mbappé was young," or "He hadn't developed yet." Obvious as hell.
So here's a preemptive word for those clowns:
Does Lee Si-eon not grow, you idiots?
He's the real deal, destined to represent not just Korea but all of Asia as a world-class star.
This is your chance to hop on his road to glory—so get on board quick.
I'm his #1 fan, so line up behind me lol.
📰 Fan Post Check out Si-eon's demolition of young Mbappé in the U-17 World Cup round of 16. Absolute legend in the making! 💬 Comments — Mundo Mbappé? Insane cheat for a total nobody. — Anonymous This guy's consistent af. — Fanboy123 For real, Mbappé? Why didn't I know about this back then? — HaterSlayer You should've watched it, dumbass. — Scout Real talk—no one tunes in for the U-17 World Cup round of 16 unless it's the final or semis. Lol. — LolKing Lmao fr. — BetMaster Wanna bet he's the real deal? — Troll Korea's captain? Lmao. — MemeLord Park Ji-sung lololol. — WingGod Son Heung-min lololol. — Optimist Definitely a match worth watching. Espanyol's bound to promote next season at the latest. — Dreamer Whoa, so he'll be facing Basel and Real? — BarcaFan Barça. ⭐ Top Comment — GrammarNazi The know-it-all correcting everyone spells it "Barça" lol. The "#1 fan" bit brought Yoo Ji-na to mind, which was a little annoying, but this poster clearly knew me from way back.
Their writing chops combined with that Mbappé bait had drawn way more comments than the other posts.
"Pfft... this is hilarious."
There's that famous saying about SNS being a time sink, but now I get why everyone's hooked.
This shit's addicting as hell.
Especially when everyone's talking about me—and in a good way. How could I not keep scrolling?
With this level of engagement, SNS is definitely worth leveraging.
I spent another 30 minutes scraping every site for more posts about me.
Knock knock.
"Si-eon!"
"Yeah, coming out."
I'd totally forgotten about Camila for a sec.
I got up and headed out—the table was loaded with way better food than I'd expected.
"You made all this yourself?..."
"Tasty, right? Dig in!"
"Thanks, looks great."
With skills like this, putting up with a little awkwardness seems worth it.
Plus, she drives me to training every day even without a license yet. Might as well be my personal manager on the club's dime.
That thought sparked a question.
"Camila, is it okay for you to handle me full-time like this? No strain on your other duties?"
"No worries! You're my first real assignment, and it's thrilling since you're the first player I've scouted who actually made the squad!"
"If you're that hyped, I'll gladly accept."
As I finished eating and headed back to my room, Camila grabbed me with a suddenly serious look.
"What's up?"
"You have to pass the medical tomorrow! Rest up today and crush it!"
"Haha... thanks. You too."
Her praise and hype earlier? Totally genuine.
Her worry was sweet, but I wasn't sweating the medical.
My body's in peak condition, as far as I can tell. And even if some freak bad luck caused an issue, Espanyol's situation means they'd probably sign me anyway.
I flopped onto the bed, fired up my phone again, browsed communities until I passed out.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "You're feeling confident, right Si-eon?"
"You bet~ Don't worry."
Camila led me to the medical test room.
"Hi Si-eon~"
"Please take good care of me."
"Before we dive in, let's fill out your chart."
People picture medicals as hooking up to oxygen masks and sensors, running till you drop.
That's part of it, but not all.
"Any past illnesses or surgeries? Even minor stuff—tell us everything."
"None. Never dealt with injuries."
Think of it as an ultra-thorough physical.
Beyond fitness evals, they check for pain points, family history—anything preventable.
"No current issues, right~? Any foods that don't agree with you?"
"Nope, all good. Perfect shape."
"Excellent. Healthy players are always welcome."
With the basics covered, we moved to clinical exams.
Bloodwork for infectious diseases first.
Soccer's contact-heavy, so no room for outbreaks—mandatory stuff.
Then ECG and ultrasound.
No sweat about failing. I know my body's state inside out.
From my past life's medicals.
Next, X-ray, CT, MRI for musculoskeletal issues.
Hours already.
Medicals are brutal not just from fitness tests, but the sheer volume.
Finally, after all that, we hit the fitness area.
Grip strength, muscular endurance, flexibility—all the quantifiable stuff.
"Whew..."
The treadmill with the oxygen mask.
Did it all.
Halfway through, Camila and staff started crowding in like spectators.
"Whoa..."
"These numbers are wild?"
"Pure athleticism-wise, he's already top-tier starter level."
No surprise.
I've done medicals across clubs for a decade.
And my raw talent? Top-shelf, no question.
Especially flexibility.
Every club raved, but the constant refrain: best flexibility scores they'd ever seen.
I never thought much of it.
Flexibility just... happens for me.
Would be weirder if it didn't.
Why's it shocking that I can move my body freely however I want?
Just do it.
"Breathing back to normal already?"
"Yeah, sorta..."
"Recovery's insane too. Numbers were great, but seeing it live? Mind-blowing. All prior tests clean. Congrats—perfect bill of health."
Segunda División club, sure, but ex-La Liga mainstay—staff, systems, all pro-level.
As expected from their reactions, I breezed through.
"Incredible, Si-eon!"
"Thanks."
Camila, overhearing, congratulated me too.
"Oh, Camila—I wanna zip to Korea ASAP. Can the club hook me up with a flight? Three-four days tops."
"Huh?! Oh right... gotta visit if you're playing for Espanyol. They'll approve that easy."
"Tomorrow if possible?"
"...Wait here a sec!!"
Camila bolted.
She'd need to hustle for a same-day-next-flight.
Not being a diva, though.
Club wants me back training quick too.
Thirty minutes later, she returned.
"They'll send tickets today! Our club's the best, right??"
"Yeah, sure..."
With me here, they're winning Segunda for sure. Best? Damn straight.
"Hehe, Si-eon! Looking forward to working with you!"
"Same here."
Medical passed—officially an Espanyol player.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Safe travels~!"
Her voice and waving arm bid me goodbye—no view of her face.
Lee Si-eon Heading to Korea today. Lunch tomorrow? I sent the KakaoTalk and crashed.