2. Even if I become chaebol, I want to play football
Broom-!
The black Genesis G90 smoothly crossed over the Mapo Bridge.
Inside of it was seen three people who appear to be family.
Among them, a boy sitting alone in the back seat was looking out of the window seriously.
'Okay, It was not a dream. In fact, you can see it.
Jang Ho who possessed the boy's body thought to himself.
Looking at the place where he had fallen at that time, the memories of that day were still vividly recalled in mind.
Yet, the appearance of Mapo Bridge was slightly different from what he remembered.
After all, now it's 2016,
In other words, he returns to the past,
"Jang Ho, what are you thinking that made you stare off so blankly?"
At the sound of a woman's voice, Jang Ho's gaze shifted to the passenger seat.
"Ah. It is nothing"
As if he was familiar with middle school student characters now, he answered with a hesitant smile.
It has been four months since Jang Ho possessed this boy's body.
At first, he was not used to it, but now he can show this level of aegyo easily.
(aegyo: a cute display of affection)
However, being called by the same name still feel awkward.
'At first, I thought this body just had the same name as me, but I never imagined that I actually possessed THAT Baek Jang Ho's body'
[Baek Jang Ho]
Baek Jang Ho is a rare name in Korea, and there are two famous Baek Jang Ho.
One of them was, of course, himself.
Although he had talent in his youth, he did not receive much attention. After entering university, he was lucky enough to be selected to play for World Cup qualification.
After that, he showed his best as a striker on the group stage and was eventually elected as the most elite member. He was the one who showed his true value in every match.
'That time was really good. The thrill of starting to be recognized by people... can not be described in words'
Thinking about the past, Jang Ho smiled quietly.
'Well... there was a person as famous as me'
Crazy results with playing in the World Cup qualifier at a young age.
Nevertheless, most people will think of another face named Baek Jang Ho.
The son of the third son of Baekhwa Group.
That person was named Baek Jang Ho.
Baekhwa Group.
When he remembered the company's name. Jang Ho laughed as if it was absurd.
If you are Korean and don't know this company, you are a spy.
No, spies are, of course, companies that most people in the world know.
Baekhwa is a corporate group that always ranks first in Korea's business rankings.
Baekhwa Group which began to grow in size, starting with electronics as the main industry was enormous, with 135 affiliates in the electronics group alone.
It was not just that.
After that, Baekhwa Group, which also entered the smartphone competition, started to deal with laptops as well as various compatible devices.
'When the stock went up, I put in a few hundred million. At that time its stock was downtrend so I only will lose money. If I keep it instead of selling it..'
Tears welled up at the bitter memories.
Even the stockholders don't know. Who would have known that the stocks they bought based on their friend's words would rise as soon as they were sold?
I don't know that I will fall apart while playing in Chelsea.
I don't think Baekhwa Group's stock will suddenly plummet.
The world is full of unknowns.
'To be born as the grandson of such a large corporation. Does it really make sense? Huh? Jang Ho, isn't this a dream?'
Jang Ho pinched his hand again which he had pinched several times over.
'Well. It is not a dream either'
The red, swollen, soft skin was convincing his mind.
However, what a shame if he thinks about it.
That soccer player Baek Jang Ho disappeared from this world.
'I was sixteenth years old in 2016, so I was definitely kicking the ball in middle school football club around this time.'
The first thing Jang Ho did when he possessed this body was to visit this world Baek Jang Ho.
'Baek Jang Ho? This is the first time I heard about it.'
Nevertheless, when he went to his former school, they said there was no student with that name.
After that, he continued to search for his whereabouts. However, Jang Ho couldn't find any traces of himself.
'Something feels odd. I am here at the same time I am not.'
Unfortunately, there was no other way.
Because he can not find someone who doesn't exist.
As for now, four months have passed, and it can be seen that Jang Ho has given up.
'Well, that's it.'
What matters is who he is now.
'Ho ho. Now, what shall I do?'
Jang Ho's happy circuit began to operate, grabbing his sore cheek and leaning comfortably on the seat.
There was no need to trade coins and stock with future knowledge just because he returned to the past.
Now that he become a chaebol himself, there is no need to worry about money.
Of course, it could be helpful.
'However, I am not that greedy.'
In my past life, I didn't have that much greed for money as I went through people who tried to take advantage of me.
I just want to live comfortably while fulfilling my dreams without burden.
'To do that..'
The corner of Jung Ho's lips twitched at the word 'dream'.
He was not ruining his identity.
'As long as I am born as the grandson of the top company in Korea, I won't stand still'
In this life, there were no shackles.
Just an opportunity to make anything I could imagine come true.
***
"Father."
"Uhh. Yes, Jang Ho."
"Please enjoy your meal!"
"Uh... yes. I will eat well."
At the unfamiliar name calling him at dinner, Jang Ho's father, Baek Seok Hyun, smiled awkwardly.
'It is awkward no matter when you hear it'
Until a few months ago, I doubted if he was the teenage son who asked for some pocket money.
'That was.. four months ago, wasn't it?'
His fully change of attitude was still vivid in my mind.
He came out of the room, looked around, and spit out exclamations repeatedly.
He even looked surprised when he saw me and my wife.
From then on, his aura and also how he addressed me changed so suddenly that I even remembered the date.
'It seems just yesterday that he had a lot to complain about side dishes to the housekeeper...'
Seok Hyun was still curious about how he changed his attitude like changing chopsticks, but he was proud of his mature son.
"Honey, did you know about 'eighth-grade syndrome'?"
"Yeah, I know."
"I guess that's true. That guy, Jang Ho, is it because he is in ninth grade now? Aren't you very proud?"
"Right. My son, how did he grow up so much?"
Jang Ho's parents whispered softly and looked at their son with a happy smile.
At that time, his son who had been wiping his mouth with a napkin to make sure he had finished eating, looked at him.
"Father"
"Oh, Jang Ho. Do you want to add more rice? Ajumeoni?"
"Ah, yes."
However, when the housekeeper approached the table, Jang Ho shook his head.
"No. That is not it. I have something I want to tell you."
"Yes? Ah, yes, what is it?"
Seok Hyun smiled at his son's word and move his upper body forward.
Obviously, he didn't think that he was asking him to buy a game console or something like in the past.
However.
"I want to play football"
"Yes?"
The more unexpected words were heard.
Seok Hyun's eyes widened at the sudden words.
Seok Hyun had a hopeful thought, but then he nodded as if he understood.
"My son wanted to play football... Okay, when dad has time we will play"
"No, not that."
His son nailed it all to the ground.
"As a player. A football player."
***
One day in sunny weather.
Jang Ho followed in his parents' footsteps.
Yet his expression didn't look very good.
[Um... I like football players too. Since Jang Ho is still young... Why don't you think about it a little more?]
It was because he was reminded of his father's words at that time.
'Sometimes ago you said I had to have a dream.'
When I secretly asked before, he said he would support me unconditionally if there was anything I wanted to do.
So I didn't expect that I would be rejected.
'Whoaa... It is not easy at all'
Since he didn't know that he would be blocked from the start, Jang Ho sighed deeply.
He thought it would be easy to solve by walking on a solid road.
He has got a long way to go.
"By the way, it is an art museum"
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked up at the building he was heading towards.
An image of plum blossoms was marked over there.
It was a private art museum created by the Baekhwa Cultural Foundation.
'It is enormous... Come to think of it, white and plum blossoms... Does the president like flowers?'
It was clear that the president was attached to flower.
When he looked around the building and walked forward.
"Jang Ho."
"Ah yes."
Suddenly, he stopped walking at the sound of his father calling him.
Seok Hyun turned and looked at his son.
His standing form like a dignified figure is different from before.
Today is an important day, so he needed to pay more attention.
"Your grandfather will come to the museum today, and a lot of important guests will come. I believe in you, so can you stay composed?"
Seok Hyun said seriously.
"Sure. Don't worry."
"Thank you."
Jang Ho nodded showing there was not a difficult thing to do.
After that talk, they arrived at the museum entrance.
***
'Whoa. It looked spacious from the outside, what's more, when you step inside, it's amazing isn't it?'
Jang Ho who entered the museum opened his mouth as he looked around where artwork were displayed against a pure white background.
Baekhwa Grop really was different.
After coming in, he got a sore throat as he stood next to his father and said greeting to people he didn't even know.
After about an hour with the consent of his father, Jang Ho was freed from the crowd and turned his steps towards the secluded works.
In fact, it was quiet wherever he went.
They said only a small number of people came in today, so there were many places without people.
Like that, he wandered around freely alone.
"Hey."
"...?"
When he heard the girl's voice, Jang Ho looked back.
She has long straight black hair and even though she is young, her curve in some places look as if her growth has already been completed.
"Uh... Hello?"
She is the kid I saw when I was greeting the group earlier.
'They said she was also the granddaughter of the conglomerate. But..."
But she had a different atmosphere from before.
'Did she is like this in the first place?'
Obviously, until a while ago, she was smiling brightly, but now that there were only two of them, her sharp eyes were unusual.
Her name is Choi Seol-ah
She was the granddaughter of KG chairman, the third largest business group in Korea.
'Hmm...'
Seol-ah looked at Jang Ho for a while with her arms crossed.
'Shall I try again after a long time?'
with a smirk on her face, she strode closer to the work in front of her
"Do you know this work? This is Claude Monet's painting called Pond with Water Lilies. Monet was a French Impressionist painter. Oh, and for Monet's life..."
Seol-ah started spitting out words that seemed to have been memorized.
'Hae! What do you think. Great right?'
Then she humphed as if satisfied.
That's because Seol-ah had a rivalry with Jang Ho.
Full of ambition, she wants to become the head of KG Group in the future. If that happens then she will have to overcome Baekhwa someday.
Besides, she is the same age as Jang Ho, so it was natural to be conscious of him from an early age.
'Haha! He was so shocked that he couldn't say anything.'
The corner of her lips twitched.
She thought with this she had won again.
However.
"Oh, I see. That is interesting."
"Yes?"
Jang Ho nodded his head roughly and walked away.
Not really interested.
Seol-ah wrinkled her eyebrows and puffed her cheeks.
'Whoa! What. Why are you pretending to be cool?'
Definitely a different reaction not like before.
Just half a year ago, he had been under pressure due to a similar incident.
But, it was completely different from back then.
In fact, he didn't have interest at all.
'...What."
The girl who suddenly appeared and chattering something so quickly was so embarrassing for Jang Ho.
He didn't even know what her intention was.
'Well. It's so simple that even little kids would understand'
Jang Ho looked back several times to see if she would chase after him.
"Still, it is interesting"
Jang Ho approached one of the works as if he was interested in the words she had said.
To be honest, he didn't need anyone's explanation.
"Edouard Manet..?"
Because he just needs to read the description written in French next to the artwork.
Starting with the name, Jang Ho quickly read the description below.
With pronunciation similar to a native speaker.
Moreover, his concentration showed that he had a deep interest in art knowledge.
However.
'Ugh. The man who played for Liverpool was also named Manet. Sadio Mane, perhaps?
Art knowledge was only related to football.
***
'Hmm... I finished looking around. Shall I go back?'
About 30 minutes have passed,
After viewing the works to some extent, Jang Ho decided to return to his family,
'Is grandfather already here?'
I remembered what my father had said earlier.
I had vaguely heard that the chairman of the Baekhwa Group, who was supposed to come, would be a little late.
'I am curious. What kind of person he is.'
It's interesting to think that I was actually seeing the famous Baekhwa chairman.
Just about he was going back to the group.
'Well? Wasn't that the little girl from earlier?'
From afar, a figure of a girl talking began to appear,
"What is going on?"
When he saw a figure with a sweaty face for some reason, he thought he should head there quickly.
Jang Ho was heading there like that.
'Uh.'
He paused for a moment at the sound of something.
He listened to the voice he heard and then a smile came out.
'It is french, right?'
It was a very familiar language.
***
"Ehh.. Tu sais parler français? S'il vous plaît, aidez-moi! (uh.. do you speak French? Please help me!)"
A Frenchman was holding his ankle and talking in pain.
The old man with a bald forehead's name is Yug.
He was a person who came to see art at the invitation of Baek Sang Hwa, the chairman of the Baekhwa Group.
He came in hurry and as a result, he broke his ankle.
'Ugh... Why there's no one here!"
He thought with a frown and looked at his swollen ankle.
It was disappointing that there was no one to help him in this spacious place.
Except for this girl in front of him.
"What should I do... What should I do...."
But this girl who had just appeared didn't seem to be able to speak French.
She just repeats the same words over and over.
It would be nice if she called someone, but the child was showing an embarrassed attitude and not knowing what to do.
'Ugh... I think the pain increased'
"Uuhh..."
He desperately wanted someone to help him.
Just right then.
"Est-ce queue je peux t'aider? (can I help you?)"
He started hearing welcoming words from behind.
Then, Yug looked back with excitement.
"Oh Oh! You can speak French! Help me!"
"Where did you get hurt?"
When he turned around, he saw a young-looking boy.
But his appearance couldn't be more welcome.
"Yeah... I sprained my ankle and uh.. it's hard to get up/"
"Ankle?"
"Yes. So, could you please call someone? Or even a stretcher..."
Yug appealed in earnest.
He wrinkled his face as if saying he was really sick.
Jang Ho nodded as if he knew everything.
"Ah, I already called someone. They said they are coming"
"Yes? When..?"
"Just now, please take off your shoes."
"Yes?"
Yug's pupils shook at the boy's words.
Because his ankle was in pain, he acted as he was told.
"Oh, it is swelled up a lot. Wait."
The boy began to look around his ankles to relieve the pain a little.
From Yug's point of view, he couldn't help but be confused of his action.
However after a few minutes.
'Yes? Yes??'
He didn't do anything but strangely the pain started to decrease little by little.
Yug raised his head and shouted with joy.
"Bordel de Dieu!"
It was impossible not to exclaim God in this situation.
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