Soccer Genius Wants to Get Noticed - Chapter 138



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Episode 138 Club

I regret it.

If I hadn’t been giving Ralph Pfaff a meaningful look, Sophie Hertz wouldn’t have been babbling nonsense.

‘If it really interests you, should we make a club among ourselves?’

‘……club?’

‘It’s a bit tiring to always bump into Ralph Pfaff. If we’re going to keep having these kind of childhood… … get-togethers with friends, why don’t we make it official?’

I should have just rejected him outright at that point.

‘Can you make it official?’

‘You can do it. Just tell your teacher. It’s hard to get extra grades like in an orchestra or cultural club, but that’s not really necessary, right?’

‘hmm.’

‘Sounds like a good idea. Let’s do it.’

‘… … I won’t do animation.’

‘Oh, why!’

Because Jonas Dreh intervened in the middle, I unknowingly gave him some room, and this quickly gained momentum based on the driving force of an upright commoner (I’m talking about Sophie Hertz, of course).

And that’s exactly why I was in a department store in the middle of downtown.

Neumarkt.

The large shopping mall, about 10 minutes away from the school by car, is quite crowded with tourists and locals.

“Oh, it’s Seonghaneul!”

“Yes, yes. I am that Seonghaneul.”

The unfortunate thing is that Koreans easily recognize my face and ask for my autograph, but the fortunate thing is that the citizens of Cologne are considerate and watchful of my every move.

German parents have approached us several times because they couldn’t stand their children’s tantrums, but that’s about it.

“Let’s buy this.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it suits you well. The shirring in the middle creates a line. It’s the best when the lines fall beautifully.”

“Okay. I’ll do this.”

Of course, that doesn’t mean I liked the meeting itself.

I went into every clothing store that caught my eye, including TK something and Primark something, and even cosmetics and gift shops.

The girls were having fun and going around the department store-

“Why did we come here?”

“… … .”

“Say something.”

“I?”

“Yeah. Since you’re a throwaway, you have to do your part at times like this.”

“… … .”

Jonas Drdo is also not very useful.

In this case, I have no choice but to step forward myself.

“Enough shopping, let’s go talk.”

“Already? I haven’t even seen the event items yet.”

“Event items?”

“Yeah. There’s a reason I insisted on coming here. If you bring your report card to the local department store, they’ll exchange it for something. Since Lisa and Morisi’s grades are good, I think you’ll be able to buy more than you think.”

“Was there something like that?”

“Yeah. It’s only possible in Cologne, but the better your grades are, the more points you’ll earn in purchases. Haven’t you ever heard of it before?”

“… … .”

Hmm… … I don’t need that because I’m the best at soccer.

“I don’t have time. I’ll buy it for you with my own money later, so just go for now.”

“… … .”

“why?”

“No. Let’s go.”

The glaring eyes are annoying, but I have achieved what I want anyway. I quickly leave the department store and walk down the street.

The destination is Kohler Bar.

The place where I had been introduced to Jonas and had a meeting for an agency contract was located nearby.

“Wow. Are we the only ones here?”

“Because it’s before business hours. I’m close with the owner here. Sit comfortably.”

“You… … are a real soccer player!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“No, I just sometimes forget how great of a person you are.”

hmm.

Jonas Drur barely survives with a poor excuse. He asked Jonas (meaning the big Jonas) to bring him, so it can’t be like that.

“Can we come in? Is that okay?”

“Yeah. It was fine before business hours. I’ve been here before.”

On the other hand, Sophie Hertz maintained a rather cautious attitude, and was just about to answer nonchalantly when the store owner appeared and added to the conversation.

“Are you here?”

“Hello, how have you been?”

“I had a great time. We made it to the Pokal final. I don’t think there are any people who have had a bad time living in Cologne.”

“Haha, is that so?”

“But are you feeling okay? There’s another league game tomorrow.”

“That’s why I came. The most free day during the season is the day off from training.”

“Ah, that could be true. What would you like to drink? Order whatever you want.”

It’s not that I didn’t, but today I was 100% guaranteed rest by the coaches. It was all thanks to this that I was able to come out and play instead of receiving formal training.

“Hey, that… I don’t think I need to drink it.”

No, maybe he didn’t come out to play, but to get cursed at.

“Just drink it. I told you I’d pay. I brought you here because I needed you. You’re not getting it for free.”

“… … The store owner said he would pay.”

“That’s it. I’ll pay for it separately anyway. Don’t worry about it. Drink this. Lime… … Parfait or something.”

Did you feel the price was too expensive?

I look over the unfamiliar menu and politely decline, so I pick out a menu that the girls will like.

Claudia liked it, so you’ll like it even if you don’t know it.

Fuck.

* * *

The commotion over the prices of drinks and other desserts quickly died down, and I sat down at the small table and looked around my table.

The unit leader is Sophie Hertz, the regular members are Morsi and Lisa Weiss, and one other person, including me, a total of five people.

I was momentarily troubled by the number being too small to form a club, but somehow these people seemed to have no interest in club activities.

“What was your second language?”

“French. German, math, science, and English are not a big problem, but physical education is a bit of a problem.”

“Mr. Kuster is a difficult person.”

“That’s right. They didn’t pay any attention to me at all. It was okay if it was a theory class, but for practical classes… … Sigh.”

If this was going to happen, why did I call you?

Why did you decide to create a club on impulse?

“Are you going to keep bringing up topics that have nothing to do with me? I’m a soccer player. Required subjects are subjects, but physical education classes are especially unrelated.”

“Uh, sorry… … .”

“It’s not that it doesn’t matter at all.”

The innocent apple is Morsi’s, and the latter’s tackle is naturally Bumsaeng’s.

“You also take extra classes during vacation. Morning classes alone aren’t enough.”

“What is that?”

“So if you’re going to make a club, it’s better to be tied to grades. You’re not doing well on your in-class essays (essay presentations during class) or group projects, right? If you get extra points, you’ll have less time to attend during vacation. This is good for everyone, including you.”

When I listen to it, there are some parts that are appealing.

During class, the only things I could earn points on were the regular essay assignments and presentations. It was also a hassle to go to school every break, so if I could reduce that time… … it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Then what should we do?”

“You have to choose a topic that you can easily get permission from your teachers. For example, right now I’m exploring the cultural heritage of the Rhineland (a region in western Germany near the Rhine River) and participating in a reading and discussion club.”

“… … You do a lot.”

“There are two ways to get points. Either you actively participate in outdoor activities, or you have something that clearly helps your studies. Of these, we can choose… … .”

However, I don’t feel like giving a speech about this and that – I immediately wag my hand and tackle him.

I hated losing the initiative.

“That’s enough. Let’s name it something like… ‘The Resting Place of the Holy Sky.’”

“what?”

“Didn’t I create it in the first place so that I wouldn’t fight that bastard Ralph Pfaff? Honestly, that’s true.”

“… … But, I just said it. If you can get extra points, then-”

“If I promise to behave, Bridget Cole will let me graduate right away. It’s just extra credit.”

“… … .”

* * *

Jonas Dr, a boy of the same age as Seong Ha-neul and a boy who is defined as an ‘otaku’, leaves the meeting under the pretense of going to the bathroom.

In reality, it wasn’t really urgent, but because there was a war going on across the table.

“Cologne… … Multicultural Institute?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that an amazing name?”

“… … What exactly is the goal of that?”

“Look at the members, not the goals. Maybe we are the symbol of Cologne’s multiculturalism. You are a cold German. Very, very German. You are an African immigrant who doesn’t know-”

“It’s not immigration, it’s asylum. You came here with great difficulty as a refugee.”

“That’s what I’m saying. And Lisa is Polish, right? Even though they’re both European countries, Poland has its own story, so it’ll be good for persuading the teacher.”

“… …Do you think that makes sense?”

“What else is not possible? Don’t be so negative and think about it. If we just give it the title of ‘multicultural,’ there are quite a few kids we can attract into our classroom… … .”

To Sung Ha-neul’s unusual and interesting nonsense (Jonas Drur thought this expression was appropriate), Sophie Hertz responds with a somewhat muffled sigh.

This conversation has been going on for 30 minutes already.

On the one hand, there were those who wanted to create clubs for practical purposes, such as reading, exploring history, visiting art galleries, or learning chess, math, and German.

On the other hand, if it wasn’t physical activity, it was just nonsense like hiking, jogging, visiting a neighbor (no one knew exactly which neighbor he meant) or visiting the Cologne FC training ground.

“Haa… … Well, okay. It’s okay. I have my own thoughts. Let’s go multicultural, right?”

“however?”

“Then, since we’re already here, let’s create a club for multicultural students in the school. There are many students who have difficulty with German, and many of them have a hard time because it’s a mandatory second foreign language. How about creating a place where everyone can get together and help each other adapt?

“… … .”

“I, I think it’s a good idea.”

Then, suddenly, an alternative good enough for Lisa Weiss to stutter and agree to comes to mind.

Seong Ha-neul immediately gives his review.

“It’s annoying.”

“You! Hoo… … No. Calm down. Why? What’s bothering you?”

“Just… … overall?”

“hey!”

iced coffee.

Jonas Drury watched the whole scene quietly and muttered to himself without realizing it.

“When times are good, when times are good.”

“… … ?”

Despite the shop owner’s strange gaze, the follow-up story was added naturally.

“I know because I’ve seen it a lot. The typical route is to become close while fighting.”

“… … The classic route?”

“There is something like that.”

Actually, it was a scene we had seen a lot in animation.