Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 29

9. Bangkok Asian Games

a clear sky without a cloud

Firecrackers explode in the sky, and Asian national teams enter a large stadium with large crowds.

Whoops!

The majority of Thai people.

Cheerleaders and audiences from each country who came in difficult times.

Most of Asia is having a hard and difficult time, and today is a festival.

"Japanese representatives are just entering."

The thick, deep-voiced announcer is speaking with a large microphone, and the camera, which glimpses the Japanese representatives, heads to the entrance where the national team enters.

The bright but dark hallway.

"Come on, you rotters."

"You've been trying so hard and you're finally out in front of us. What did our commissioners do?"

Rumbling.

The face of the Korean national team coaches and players is crumpled that the order of entry is behind that of Japan.

Then he found someone and opened wide.

"Thank you, Director Shin."

"Where the hell did you get that data?"

Because of the data distributed by Shin Sung-il, it is now possible to target players customized.

Although it's not the data of all countries and national teams, but where is it?

"Empty."

Shin Sung-il, who glanced at Jong-hyuk, held out his belly, and Jong-hyuk smiled lightly. Once again, respect has risen.

I could have paid for it.’

It was so meaningful data.

However, Shin Sung-il distributed the data without any consideration and appreciated the arrogant baseball, basketball, and soccer games with professional leagues.

By the way.

Among the Korean representatives, there are players who make their eyes colorful.

Shin Kwon-ho of wrestling, Lee Jo-soon of archery, Lee Hyun-taek of tennis, Lee Bong-soo of marathon, Park Chan-oh of baseball, Lee Chang-yong, Hong Sun-heung, Kang Seo-hee of the golden generation of basketball, Jang So-hoon, and Kim Sang-min of basketball. All of them are called legends at this time.

'Wow, I can see all those crazy guys from their youth. Can I get your autograph?’

I thought I could get enough of it since I gave them the data.

"If I had a smartphone, I could have taken a picture with it," said Jong-hyuk.

"Korea! Korea!"

"Oh, it's our turn. Let's get in!"

"Attention, Korea!"

"Fighting!"

The Taegeuk Warriors, who burned their fighting spirit, began to exit the dark hallway.

"Just now! Proud Korean delegations are entering! Everyone in Korea! Look at the dignity of the national players! Oh, I just saw Choi Jong-hyuk!"

Jong-hyuk smiled brightly at the gaze felt in the distance.

"Oh, the sky is terribly clear."

"Poot!"

"Hahaha!"

A natural smile spread across the delegation.

* * *

In front of a noisy restaurant with representatives from all over the world.

Korean national players from several sports are gathered in one place.

"How did it go? Do you have Korean food?

A young player who entered the restaurant shook his head.

"No, why! Korea also participated!"

"What's there?"

"Chinese, Japanese and Thai food……."

"Thai food again?"

Rice noodles, Pad thai, Somtam, and roasted chickens on rice with a difficult name.

It is a food that I ate to get sick of for 10 days that came quickly to adapt to the local area. However, they cannot eat Chinese or Japanese food.

"あなたは、食品がないか見て?"

The mocking eyes of Japanese players passing by.

It's a mockery of why your food is not here.

China is no different.

"Those bastards!"

But they are used to the smell of their mouths.

It's red ginseng. Asian players believe that Korea's advancement is due to the influence of red ginseng. So I eat everything without knowing. It's almost like an official drink.

"If you're going to look down on me, why would you eat red ginseng? That's ours!"

"Front and back!"

The players who were in tears saw the coach.

Crap!

"Ha. I'm sorry."

"……No."

The directors tapped on the chest.

What the hell is the commission doing? Why isn't there Korean food?'

The directors know.

Thailand's manipulation of wanting to drop even one more country, and the lax thinking of the Korean Committee and the Sports Association.

It's the food before the Asian Games. It's because of the budget. I can hit it. But it doesn't make sense that you can't eat Korean food in a restaurant even after the game starts.

It sounded like a bolt from the blue to them who had been waiting for this day.

"I heard that basketball, baseball, and taekwondo were delivered from local Koreans."…."

"Table tennis, too."

I heard that you set up a buffet.

The coaches closed their eyes tightly to the players' eyes, saying, "Can't I go there?"

You can ask for help because you are the same Korean, but the problem is that you don't know what words will flow from there.

What if I hear that I'm a beggar from the same Korean?’

I'd rather not eat.

No, it can cause a huge disruption to the game.

The directors who sighed made eye contact with each other and stepped back.

"Do you all have any money?"

"Where's the money?"

At the end of the day, the directors' expressions were darkened.

This is the sorrow of unpopular sports.

"Nimiral, you want me to apply like this and win the gold medal?"

"Threatening the security department?! Nimi, eat this!"

Even if rice and meat soup are too much, you should eat kimchi to cheer up.

They bit the cigarette in frustration.

"Huh? Aren't they judo representatives?"

"Where?"

A giant eating buffet with dozens of plastic tables spread out next to the restaurant building.

Their eyes were stained with envy.

"Ugh! Eating kimchi stew in this strange country with no side dishes!"

"Yes! This is soybean paste stew!"

"Yuck! Yuck! Jeonggu is the best for pork soup!"

Before the preliminary round.

Judo representatives were allowed to dinner.

Kimchi, red pepper paste, soybean paste, rice, beef bone, etc. that were directly delivered from Korea.

Although I have eaten Korean food with the help of Koreans living in Thailand, there has been something lacking compared to eating in Korea.

In addition, the greasy western food that I ate at the hotel and Thai food that I was lacking somewhere. I heard it from somewhere, and I ran fearlessly into Tom Yang-kkung and got in trouble.

This meal resolved all the complaints and hunger that had been piled up so little.

As expected, Koreans had hot soup and rice.

The poor condition penetrated the parameters of the rise.

Like what Jong-hyuk, the director and the coaches think.

Hungry spirit.

It was a small device that made me crave victory.

Jong-hyuk, the coach and the coach laughed pleasantly at the players who were cheering while eating, and the players were grateful to see such Jong-hyuk.

This is because I know that Lee sent it from the national judo sponsor.

A sponsor of the national judo team, Jong-hyuk's personal sponsor.

I didn't know how fortunate it was for Jong-hyuk to be with me.

At that glance, Jong-hyuk scratched his cheek and picked up his spoon.

"Hm?"

The eyes that I can feel close to me.

Turning his head, Jong-hyuk tapped Shin Sung-il, who put a meatball on his rice, and pointed there.

Koreans staring at this side, I mean, Taegeuk marks in other sports.

It was pitiful to see him biting his finger and staring at me with his finger in his mouth.

"You're here."

What is the reason for putting up a mat next to the designated building in this restaurant?

This is for unpopular athletes who are not helped by the association.

I wouldn't have thought of it if Natalia hadn't given me the data for each event and each player.’

It's a different sport, so you can ignore it, but they are also Taegeuk Warriors.

Before I became a player, I had no choice but to feel sorry for one person as a Korean.

'I'm gonna be a mineral sink or a prosecutor. I'll wipe it all out.’

Even if he was criticized for being a target investigation, he was going to wipe it out.

" Choi Jong-hyuk. Let's go."

"Yes sir."

Standing up, Jong-hyuk approached them.

And he smiled refreshingly.

"Let's eat together, shall we?"

Their eyes trembled.

"Thank you, Director Shin."

"Oh, it's delicious.…."

Rowing, rugby, canoeing, handball.

Representatives of unpopular sports shed tears while chewing rice.

The directors held Shin Sung-il's hand tightly.

"Thank you very much, Director Shin."

"What? We're helping each other. Come whenever you want to eat regardless of the game. There's plenty of food."

'Right?' Jong-hyuk nodded.

'They're arriving by plane today.’

Jong-hyuk narrowed down and saw the seated judo players.

They have a stiff complexion.

Without unlimited sponsorship, they realized that they were who they were.

All right, it went as planned.

The gold medal that I was aiming for.

With this, the gap has completely disappeared.

And

'These coaches, the support of the players, must be gathered.’

Jong-hyuk saw Shin Sung-il.

No irrationality is acceptable for induction.

Let's start with the head of the Judo Association. Director.'

Jong-hyuk had the idea of giving him great honor and power as a teacher.

* * *

The preliminary round has finally begun.

Coach Jong-hyuk and coach Shin Sung-il comforted Seol Dong-ik, who was about to enter.

"Hey, grip, don't forget your elbow. I'm thinking about kicking scissors."

Dong-ik's face suddenly turned pale.

Jong-hyuk, who didn't have a tiger during training at the athletes' village.

Now that I've graduated, I've tried to eat other people up.

"Yes……."

Director Shin Sung-il smirked and tapped his neck.

"You did everything you could. Go and have fun."

"……Yes!"

Seol Dong-ik, who changed his expression, climbed on a yellow mat with a red border. It was not long before the opponent came up.

"Zushien."

He is a Chinese player.

China, the strongest sports country in Asia.

China, a world powerhouse.

He is also a bronze medalist at the last Asian Games.

The dry saliva fell behind my dry neck.

- The first round of the judo qualification will finally begin. Seol Dong-ik of Korea vs. ZuXien of China!

-Korea vs China! In fact, it's a semi-final!

Seol Dong-ik! Don't lose! You won a silver medal on the presidential plane!

That's right! I hope Seol Dong-ik wins a round!

Commentators' comments that he can't hear.

No, he wouldn't have cared if he heard.

"Specialty: Piggyback, ankle slap. The habit is that the first collar gets caught, it actually digs inside!'

That's the target point.

Beep?

The game has begun.

"Euracha!"

Seol Dong-ik, who shouted loudly, once again muttered what he had learned and moved forward.

"Hmph!"

The Chinese player, who snorted, stretched his arms.

Papapak!

Retailers crossed, and both feet hit the opponent's ankles.

Punch?

Then I saw a gap.

Seol Dong-ik stretched his arms reflexively.

At that moment.

Grip, grip, grip! I'm gonna rip your wrist off!

"Grip!"

"……?!"

Seol Dong-ik held the collar horizontally while bending in the air.

I got you!

I can't feel it when I pull it.

You run before you come with it.

The opponent's foot. His specialty is hitting his ankle.

He sat down, winding his arms like a whirlwind.

All this was done in an instant, just by instinct.

Struggling over the neck is fixed with a firm forearm and wrist.

Whoosh!

Zhuen who passed and Seol Dong-ik who passed.

Dong-ik was embarrassed to see Zhuen's embarrassed face under his chest.

He won a bronze medal at the last Asian Games.’

Won.

It's so easy.

The past in the athletes' village passed quickly through his mind.

Scientific and systematic, but everyday I saw hell.

Every day even the mental breakdown was like a dry leaf in autumn due to Jong-hyuk's yelling. The long effort, which had been more than a year, has finally begun to pay off.

He looked at the game time.

It's only been 19 seconds.

"This is super fat?"

Jong-hyuk's trademark super fat.

The whistle whistled belatedly while he was bewildered.

Beep!

"……Eushaaaaaaaa!"

Dong-ik jumped up and raised his arms as he saw Jong-hyuk, and Jong-hyuk clapped with satisfaction.

Thus, the Korean judo national team passed the first round of the preliminary round.

* * *

38 seconds, 1 minute 12 seconds, 47 seconds, 2 minutes 7 seconds, etc.

All the participants passed the first game of the preliminary round without difficulty.

Four of them met with China and Japan and dropped them.

an unexpected event from the qualifying round

Korea in this competition was something different.

"Now you're the only one left."

"I know."

Now the remaining qualifying matches are +100 kilograms and unlimited.

Director Shin Sung-il grinned at Jong-hyuk.

Quiet without a trace of agitation, Jong-hyuk.

"Cheer me up?"

"No cheering."

Jong-hyuk got water in a paper cup at the beverage stand next to the entrance.

"I'll be back before it cools down."

"…...crazy. This is cold water, man."

"Hhh. I'll be back."

"Okay. Let's go grill pork belly to celebrate passing the preliminary round."

"Yes."

Jong-hyuk stepped off the mat.

Choi Jong-hyuk, fighting!

"Jong-hyuk! Let's cut it in 5 seconds!"

The official nagger of judo representatives. a senior coach

초살 Choi Jong-hyuk.

The shout of Korean judo representatives who never thought that Jong-hyuk would lose penetrated the stadium.

Standing on the yellow mat, Jong-hyuk slowly looked at the giant Japanese who came up a few seconds later and didn't even make an apology gesture.

"That son of a bitch!"

"Hey, you rude bastard!"

Judo representatives and spectators sent ayu instead of Jong-hyuk.

"Hasashi Miyamoto." It's a modern version of Miyamoto. I weigh 141 kilograms.

There is a difference of 15 kilograms between the silver medalists at the Olympics last year.

Jong-hyuk looked at his big body like he was wearing heavy armor and recalled everything about him.

Beep!

When the whistle went off, Jong-hyuk ran to him, posing.

There was a fight to catch in the air.

Then the two finally grabbed each other's collar.

then

Puck!?

A big fist hit the upper left chest.

"Huh? Look at this guy."

"Why? Koreans?""

Jong-hyuk's eyebrows wriggled with a fishy smile.

Yeah, you said he usually plays dirty.’

It seems that he was angry that two Japanese were eliminated in the preliminary round.

by the way

"Just this much?"

"Oh, well."

Jong-hyuk stretched his thumb.

Just above the collarbone. He walked away as it was.

"Argh!"

Miyamoto screamed and collapsed.

"Stop!"

Jong-hyuk reflexively stepped back and raised his arms.

The referee, who jumped between the two, stared at Jong-hyuk.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

It just so happens that the Chinese referee, Jong-hyuk, spoke in Chinese.

"……If that happens again, forfeiture. Watch out!"

Hanging the collarbone is a gross foul that can't be defended even if forfeited.

But Jong-hyuk knew it wouldn't be because it's qualifying. Natalia even examined the propensity of referees, who said that the Chinese judge was a person who didn't make much of a deal.

"What do you mean, caution?"

Miyamoto protested, but none of them worked.

"Waaaah!

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The crowd reacted in opposition, and the game resumed again.

"You coward! ""

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I'd be good at being a Dirty fan. But you're not as bold as a new, sweet reins?"

"何言ってるの! What are you saying? I'll kill you!"

"Yes, yes, it's up to you."

Jong-hyuk understood everything and spoke in Korean until the end, and Miyamoto's anger exploded.

"Gasp!"

Miyamoto, who rushed in and grabbed Jong-hyuk's collar.