The Senior National Team. (3)
“...”
“...”?
“The rice is delicious.”
“...”?
What the hell? It was breakfast, and before training started, so the simple meal wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly a gourmet spread either.
What's the meaning? I stared fixedly at Yoon Seo-hee's expressionless face, but since it was so blank, I couldn't tell what she meant.
Is it really that the rice is delicious? Honestly, it's not that great. No, that can't be. She came to me sitting alone and said that for no reason?
What's the meaning? No matter how hard I thought, no answer came. Maybe it's favoritism?
Usually, when the youngest comes, it's not strange for senior teammates to take care of them. In Barcelona too, Lucia took care of me a lot. But Lucia and Yoon Seo-hee are in slightly different positions.
Lucia was the team's center, Yoon Seo-hee wasn't. Rather, she was a lone wolf position far from the others? Yesterday she entered the room alone, and the other players' gazes were like that too; she wasn't the type to take care of someone.
Then, the answer is one. This must be favoritism.
Hah, I can see what Yoon Seo-hee is thinking. She probably doesn't want to acknowledge my existence that surpasses her own achievements. Jealousy is a common emotion, and even someone with a career like hers couldn't avoid it.
Sigh, the young one is at fault, at fault. The young me is the sinner.
I wanted to say something, but Yoon Seo-hee is a top senior player and a Korean legend. It wouldn't be good to confront her here.
“Yeah, it is delicious.”
Just saying that normally, Yoon Seo-hee smiles with a sly expression. Her face is pretty, but when she gives that cold smile, it seems like she's enjoying subjugating me with power.
Yeah, even I would find it fun to make a meal that isn't very tasty delicious with just one word from me.
“... Yeah, eat a lot.”
...Now she's calling me "Aegi Bari" too!
“No. I have a short mouth, originally.”
Before Yoon Seo-hee could hand me the full plate, I quickly stood up from my seat. Standing up before an elder is against Korean etiquette, but since I was raised in Spain, I had a Spanish shield to get away with it.
Leaving Yoon Seo-hee there, I left the restaurant, feeling a slight chill.
The reason the national team atmosphere is so shitty is because of this.
The real problem with the national team wasn't the division between European and non-European players. The real issue was that Yoon Seo-hee, a person with almost the highest status in Korea and nearly the oldest, was such a scheming human. It was definitely Yoon Seo-hee who orchestrated the various conflicts within the national team.
Yeah, with her status, she could easily seal it, but it's strange that it's not.
What should I do? On the way back to the accommodation, my head was spinning.
Fuck, should I just ram it?
But that was impossible. In terms of football skill, I was better, but with her national status, if I rammed it, I'd be completely buried in Korea. Korea reacts violently to even minor rebellions, so 100% I'd be buried.
Probably a petition for execution would come up.
Then, there's only one way.
Confronting great power without strength is foolish. In my previous life, I had confronted the association directly, but at that time I had enough power to do so.
But now, I'm just a kid who plays football well.
I need to get closer to Yoon Seo-hee.
If I bend first, no matter how psycho the woman is, she won't harm me. Since I've been acting like a man that women like since birth, that kind of acting was no problem for me.
... Should I have been an actor instead of a football player?
Somehow I felt a bit self-deprecating, but I consoled myself that in this world, it's inevitable, and prepared for training. When training time came and I went to the training ground, as expected, Yoon Seo-hee, who thought I was an interesting prey, approached me.
When Yoon Seo-hee and I were standing close, I felt the cold gazes of the other teammates, the non-European players. Those cold gazes that seemed to ask 'Why is the kid already trying to line up?'
But those gazes didn't last long. Other European players came to stand next to me and Yoon Seo-hee, blocking those gazes.
“Ha-neul, we greeted each other yesterday, right? I'll ask you to train well today. You remember, right?”
“Yes, Senior Hye-ri who plays for Mainz.”
“Cr, the European top prospect recognizes me, it's an honor. Ryu Ha-neul player.”
“Ei, too much praise.”
Fortunately, Park Hye-ri didn't seem to have the sly style like Yoon Seo-hee. With this personality, she was probably the surface leader of the European players. The real leader was Yoon Seo-hee, though.
And after Park Hye-ri, more came to greet me.
“Call me Hye-jin comfortably.”
“Ei, noona, how can I.”
“I lived in England since I was little, so it's comfortable.”
“Then, Ye-jin-ah.”
“Look at that? She said call by name, and she's calling by name.”
“Eh?”
“Trick, trick. Call me noona, call me noona.”
Han Ye-jin, a midfielder playing for Crystal Palace with a mischievous personality.
“......”
Because she just arrived in Europe, Jo Seo-won, the winger from Lille, was watching the non-European players' eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Ha-neul. Actually, I've been watching your videos a lot lately. I'm learning a lot too. If you can teach me a few useful techniques...”
“Of course, senior.”
And Kim Seul-gi, the Korean starting striker and my position rival playing for West Ham.
Compared to the 20 non-European players, it was a small number, but the players who were skilled in the Korean football world made me feel a bit reassured.
... Not bad, considering.
Yeah, in my previous life, the factions weren't this deep, but there were some, and even then, the number of European players was small, but the ones with say in the national team were the European ones.
Korea was the football backwater, Europe the center.
In a way, I had chosen the right side.
Moreover, thinking about Seo-hee watching me with a scheming gaze among the domestic players made it even more so.
Sigh, did she notice that I stepped on it on purpose back then? Or did she hold a grudge because I didn't give her the number at that time?
There were several reasons why she looked at me that way, but it wasn't pleasant to receive such a gaze just because I guessed the reason. I subtly changed my seat, and Yoon Seo-hee looked at me. Then, she looked at the place I was looking at before and walked in front of me to block the gaze.
What? Is she doing it knowingly?
And Yoon Seo-hee gave me her signature cold smile. As if she had caught my weakness.
Fuck, it seems like she's doing it knowingly? U, let's hold on until the World Cup this time.
Now it's 3-4 months until the World Cup. Considering the call-up time to the national team, it might be shorter, but for now, it would be best to avoid upsetting Yoon Seo-hee's heart as much as possible.
Then, should I gently suck her dick?
Since I had decided not to upset her, it would be better to completely fawn on her. Given the situation, since I had already become a member of the European players, gently sucking her off without being noticed would be okay.
“Senior Seo-hee.”
“......”
“Let's train hard together. I learned a lot about football watching your videos since I was little too.”
Is this not too much?
“... Hic.”
And with my not-too-much fawning, Yoon Seo-hee let out an odd onomatopoeia that could be laughter or mockery.
Is it good? What? Ah, uncomfortable.
She seemed to be a style that was hard to get close to.
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It was also surprising that the little kid had grown up and was playing football, and that she learned football from my videos.
Hearing Ha-neul's words, Yoon Seo-hee felt like she could fly.
But why did she avoid Hye-won's eyes?
But after that feeling, seeing Ha-neul avoiding Hye-won's gaze blatantly, she felt a strange feeling. But Yoon Seo-hee, who was immature in human relationships, couldn't figure out why there was a subtle current between the two no matter how much she thought.
It couldn't be said to be a romantic relationship because the age difference was quite large and Ha-neul seemed unlikely to date Seo-hee with her honest personality.
Normally, if the one avoiding the gaze wasn't Ha-neul, she wouldn't have cared about this situation, but Ryu Ha-neul was the son of the senior she respected most, and at the birthday party she had seen him, so he felt like a nephew or something.
And since she couldn't face the senior if something happened to the nephew, Yoon Seo-hee wanted to resolve this situation.
The most reliable way at times like this was to ask directly. And if asking someone, it would be better to ask Hye-won, whom she had seen several times in the national team, rather than the Ha-neul she met for the first time yesterday.
So, Yoon Seo-hee, steeling herself with embarrassment, approached the place where the players were gathered.
What? Why is Seo-hee coming here?
The non-European players were bewildered by Yoon Seo-hee's sudden contact, and Yoon Seo-hee's mouth opened.
“Seo-hye-won.”
It was calling the name with too much familiarity, but adding the family name because it seemed like she was angry or something to the other players, the non-European players froze for a moment.
From behind, they cursed and sent cold gazes, but Yoon Seo-hee was a senior who was quite scary because of her career and her cold appearance, so she could face them boldly in front.
“Yes, yes?”
“......”
Seeing Seo-hye-won's bewildered look, Yoon Seo-hee was even more bewildered. Why was she so bewildered? She just wanted to ask something.... With the other players' gazes focused on her, she felt like sweat was running down her back.
“No. Let's work hard.”
In the end, Yoon Seo-hee's courage ended there. In a situation where everyone's gazes were focused, she wasn't a big-hearted person to bring out personal stories.
“Ah, yes! I'll work hard!”
And with Yoon Seo-hee's words to work hard, Seo-hye-won answered with military discipline.
With that appearance, some non-European players thought,
Hah, the old fart is causing trouble for nothing.
And some thought,
Finally, Senior Seo-hee is looking at us. Maybe Senior Seo-hee has decided to lead us now?
She was slightly moved by Yoon Seo-hee's appearance for the first time. Many national team players didn't like Yoon Seo-hee, but most had turned away from respecting her, and if Yoon Seo-hee had given such small interest before, there would be many players following her in the national team.
One of those people was Kim Chae-ri. Twenty-year-old Kim Chae-ri was a huge fan of Yoon Seo-hee, to the point that she was called a Yoon Seo-hee kid, growing up watching her plays.
Sigh, anyway, I'm going to La Liga soon, so if I clash with overseas senior players here, it might be too lonely there..., just switch teams?
And she was a young player with youthful spirit.
“Se, Senior Seo-hee!”
“...Yeah.”
She called Yoon Seo-hee's name with courage, but the response was a cold short answer. But if she gave up here, she wouldn't have thought of calling the name in the first place.
“O, can you spare me today? I want to train with Senior Seo-hee...”
Kim Chae-ri expressed her desire to gain courage. In fact, since joining the national team for the first time, she had wanted to get close to her idol Yoon Seo-hee and receive guidance, so it wasn't that hard to muster courage again.
“...Sure.”
Whoa, Senior Seo-hee accepted? Sigh, then me too?
“May I do it together?”
“...Sure.”
So, in the South Korean national team, a small wind of change was blowing.
W, why are the kids suddenly like this. W, should I just reject? Ah, no, but Ha-neul is watching too.... If I reject, Ha-neul won't approach me, right? I don't like that...
Only one person was slightly bewildered by this change.