Chapter 7
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Chapter 7
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Bad Boy Prophet from the East (1)
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[Barcelona CF Crushes Granada 3-1 with Jesus Joo's Multi-Goal Heroics.]
[Usman Griezmann: 'Jesus Joo's Behavior Is Incomprehensible.' Frustration Over Jesus's Anti-Racism Protest Ceremony?]
[Racial Abuse Directed at 18-Year-Old Boy in Granada? Club Vows Thorough Probe and Punishment for Offending Fan.]
[Spanish Royal Football Federation (RFEF) Hands Barcelona CF's Jesus Joo a 1-Match Suspension.]
[Barcelona CF to Appeal RFEF Ruling: 'We Will Do Everything to Protect Our Young Player.']
[Usman Griezmann: 'I Was Unaware Any Racial Discrimination Had Occurred.']
[French Media: 'A Match Exposing Spain's Dark Underbelly.']
Things were spiraling way more seriously than I'd anticipated.
All because I'd gone too far with my antics.
I'd completely forgotten that I was still a minor.
Granada was going all out to salvage their club's image, hunting down anyone who'd spewed racist slurs or made slanted-eye gestures.
Even Usman Griezmann had sent his apologies through a third party.
Standing before me, assistant coach José Sierra shrugged his shoulders.
"Jesus, the boss says he's sorry."
"Not coming to say it himself?"
"The guy's a moron—you get it."
I nodded at the assistant coach's words.
"Got it."
That jerk pulling this crap wasn't anything new. No surprises there anymore.
Anyway, with everything blowing up like this...
The vice-captain who'd hurled racist crap at me during training was pacing around me like a dog with its tail on fire, fidgeting nervously.
"Oh! Hey, Jesus!"
Of course, I didn't accept his apology.
I treated him like he didn't exist.
Not a single word exchanged.
"Ah... I wanna play some beer soccer."
Once word of the incident spread far and wide, messages started pouring in from people I knew, checking on me.
Mother: Jesus, you okay, sweetie?
Me: Yes, Mom. Don't worry too much. I'm doing fine.
Mother: Good, take care of your health.
Me: You too, Mom!
Mother: Call if anything comes up, okay?
Me: Sure, and I'll text even when nothing's up! lol
Mother: You're way better than Doo-sik.
Me: lol;;
YuNaNuNa: Hey! Jesus Joo, you good?!
Me: No Not okay at all
YuNaNuNa: Should I come now?
Me: Noona, aren't you prepping for comeback?
YuNaNuNa: Who cares about that!
Me: lol Just kidding, I'm really fine.
YuNaNuNa: Too worried. Hold on, I'll push back plans and fly to Spain right now.
Me: No way;;; I'm seriously fine, noona! Plus, you don't even have a passport!
YuNaNuNa: Oh right! Okay, hit me up if trouble hits o(’▽’)o Noona'll rush a passport and come to Spain!
Me: Got it! Talk later! Love ya lol
YuNaNuNa: Love you too♥
Kang Seok-gu: Jesus, you aight?
Me: Yep. Doin' fine!
Kang Seok-gu: Good on ya, real man!
Me: Yep! That's me!
Kang Seok-gu: Hang in there. Hit Korea next time, dinner's on me.
Me: Sure, uncle. Treat me to somethin' tasty when I land!
Kang Seok-gu: You got it ^^ Text when you're back home.
Iron Wall Kim Min-jun: Yo Jesus, you good?
Iron Wall Kim Min-jun: Just a few dumbasses with their racism bullshit.
Iron Wall Kim Min-jun: Don't sweat it.
Iron Wall Kim Min-jun: Stay well, see ya on national team.
Me: Yeah hyung! You too. Catch ya on the team.
Iron Wall Kim Min-jun: kk
To protect their player—and kinda sorta serve the suspension—the club sat me for the next match.
Barcelona put on a dogshit performance and lost.
[Usman Griezmann OUT!]
[Laporta OUT!]
Pissed-off Barca fans launched protests.
Passing by out of boredom, I slipped into the crowd and joined in. That's when one guy spotted me.
"Usman Griezmann out!"
"Whoa! Jesus Joo?"
"Hey, good to see you."
"Man, huge fan. Bought the jersey and everything. If it's not too much trouble, could I get an autograph?"
His polite request made me nod. I signed and even posed for a pic.
"Want a photo too?"
"Hell yeah, that'd be an honor."
Click—
We snapped one with his phone, then mine.
The fan pic went straight up on my Stargram.
"Mind if I post this on my Stargram?"
"Go for it!"
[Caption: With my fan amid the protest crowd.]
(Pic of beaming Jesus Joo and fan, burning dumpster in the background)
Went to check out the protest today. Met one of my fans.
Wait, Jesus Joo! Isn't that protest wristband thing they give out?
Player joining protests? What the hell.
What an absolute genius lololol
Haha! Looks fun.
Whoa, real Song Yu-na?!
Noona! Love your songs!
Fun? Seriously?
Noona, come visit and I'll show ya around.
...What are you two up to rn
Don't butt in cluelessly, just laugh ^^
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.
[Soccer Star Jesus Joo and Song Yu-na in Pink Romance?]
Recent cryptic comment from rising singer-songwriter Song Yu-na on soccer player Jesus Joo's Stargram has sparked dating rumors.
Song Yu-na's agency has yet to issue an official statement.
Reporter ^^ Take this down quick ^^
You got no shame, reporter? ^^
Jesus... Joo... player... always... cheering... you... two... look... great... together...
[Song Yu-na Confirms: 'We're in the Getting-to-Know-You-with-Good-Vibes Stage']
Song Yu-na's agency, Summit Entertainment, has officially acknowledged the relationship.
Dating posts simultaneously appeared on both their Stargrams.
Netizens are flooding them with support.
Congrats!!
Wish you beautiful love!!
Song Yu-na, I loved you, you bitch.
Who's this clown?
A retard. Don't feed it.
[With Barcelona in rocky form amid recent scandals, Jesus Joo starts up top as the forward.]
[Yes, last game they benched him for discipline/protection reasons. Truth is, the focus was on the racism scandal against minor Jesus Joo, but he had a sensational debut: two goals in two minutes, two ceremonies, two yellows, sent off.]
[Jesus Joo scored twice on debut. Can he find the net today at Camp Nou, Barcelona's home?]
[That's the big question. Barca's in their usual 4-3-3.]
[Predictable, yeah. Griezmann's obsessed with tradition.]
[Valencia counters with 4-4-2.]
[Same lineup that beat Atlético last time.]
[Insane performance. Oh—and right on cue, Jesus Joo's chant echoes through Camp Nou!]
[Just his second game, and he's already stolen Barca fans' hearts.]
"Jesus! Jesus! We support you!"
"He is the prophet from the East. Prophesying the downfall of those Madrid pricks!"
"Jesus! Jesus! Oooh! Our Lord! Jesus!"
Looking at the Barca fans chanting his name after just two games sent chills down Jesus Joo's spine.
'Whoa, shit. If I transfer like this, I'll really get shot. Guess I gotta leak a recording when I dip.'
He kept a straight face, approached the fans calling his chant, and waved hello.
Spotting him coming over, they cheered even louder.
"Jesus! Don't let up! Kill those bastards!"
"Do your ceremony over here!"
"Yeah! Don't get carded for no reason!"
"Fuck, that game without you sucked ass!"
"Don't worry! I'll score today and come right to you guys!"
After greeting the awesome crowd,
Jesus Joo started warming up with Luis García.
"Luis, passes on point again today, yeah?"
"No prob. Just don't get sent off this time."
"Relax, Luis. Got a gift for the fans today."
Tweet!
The ref's whistle kicked off the match.
Opponent striker booted it from the center circle. We ramped up the press.
Ball ping-ponged around our half,
then right back Mario cleanly tackled it away.
Mario quick-passed to Luis García,
who shrugged off Valencia mids with slick press resistance and fed me.
"Jesus!"
I chipped the bottom of Luis's lofted pass for control, dropped it behind the defender,
spun, shook two markers in a flash, and bolted for goal.
Faked a shot to psych out the closing keeper,
tap-tap—
smash into the empty net.
Thwack—
Mario-Luis-me. Counter complete in three passes.
Barca fans belted his chant with renewed fire.
"He is the prophet from the East. Prophesying the downfall of those Madrid pricks!"
"Jesus! Jesus! Oooh! Our Lord! Jesus!"
I stripped off my jersey, kissed the Barca crest, and held it out to the fans chanting.
Shit. Gotta get to Real. What now?
Already signed the backroom deal.
"¡Vamos! Kid! Killer finish!"
As I fretted over the future, Luis García snuck up, ruffled my hair, and grinned.
'Ah, Luis García. Winter window, Barca leaks his contract, he flips out and bails, right? I'll go with him then.'
Like splitting hard work makes it easier,
splitting the hate means at least no bullets.
Future worries? Future me can deal.
Jesus Joo Ejected
[Bloody hell! What the hell did Jesus Joo just do?]
[Oh my gosh. Jesus Joo unleashes Korean traditional martial art Taekwondo on the guy who fouled him hard.]
[Flashy kicks. Ref shows Jesus the red—off he goes. 45 mins in first half, multi-goal brace, now sent off.]
[Jesus Joo arguing with the ref!]
[Luis García rushes in to calm the fired-up Jesus.]
[Jesus cools down, exits the pitch, clapping for home fans.]
"Jesus! Jesus! We support you!"
"He is the prophet from the East. Prophesying the downfall of those Madrid pricks!"
"Jesus! Jesus! Oooh! Our Lord! Jesus!"
"He is the bad boy from Korea. Gonna beat those Madrid pricks black and blue!"
"Jesus! Jesus! Oooh! Our Lord! Jesus!"
[Just like the Barca fans chant, the bad boy prophet from the far east end of Eurasia—Korea—has taken root at Camp Nou.]
Korean viewers watching Jesus Joo's spectacular kick lit up in excitement.
Who the fuck is this guy? Dating rumors with Song Yu-na had him acting tame, but back to psycho already ffs
Fuck. If you're gonna be a rascal, give our Yu-na back, you bastard!
Rooney grew up after kids too.
2 games played, 2 reds. Real?? Insane bastard;;
4 goals in 49 mins playtime. Skill's nuts too;;;
Why's he grinning while leaving?
Leave him be, probably dreaming happy dreams.
Absolute madlad. Ejected and still asking for home crowd claps lmao
lololololol
Lost his mind lololol
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