It’s chilly.
A silence where only sighs and groans sink.
Is this how athletes feel when they return home after losing a Korea–Japan match…?
A hearing on the #1 rank getting knocked out mid-tournament. Seated in the chair, Gyeon Jioh folded both hands atop his knees.
“Ha, seriously. Does this make any sense? I’m flabbergasted.”
“You, zip it.”
“Right.”
Hwanghon, who’d tried to butt in with a word for no reason, shrank back again.
Jioh opened his eyes mildly toward Jeong Gilgaon, who had his arms crossed.
“Jioh is terribly wronged.”
“…What’s unfair about this, when Messi got eliminated from a neighborhood morning soccer tourney? All right, let’s hear our No. 1’s explanation.”
“In team runs like this, when three go, one has to lose for the story to move. Unfortunately, I drew the short straw. Because I’m the protagonist.”
“Let’s drop it.”
The brazen protagonist insisted he was merely a pitiful victim…