The Taekwondo gym at Hankuk University was very big. But it didn't seem to be just Taekwondo gym.

On one side, people in judo were exercising.

"Is the judo team working out here, too?”

"It's not that, it's just that the members of the judo team are working on the mattress and they're working out here for a while.”

At Jang Hyun-hee's words, Jong-seok looked at the judo team. Maybe because they were all players, they were agile and powerful.

Looking at the scene, Jong-seok, who remembered the time of judo in high school, was itching to see his body.

'I wish I could catch one.’

When Jong-seok thought of it, Jang Hyun-hee took off her shoes and took him to a middle-aged man.

"Director, this is Lee Jong-seok I spoke to."

A middle-aged man glanced at Jang Hyun-hee's words.

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

When Jong-seok bowed his head, Oh Hyun-tae, general manager of Taekwondo at Hankuk University, nodded.

"I heard you took good care of Hyun-hee when she was in the hospital. Thank you."

"No."

"By the way, I've heard rumors that Heo Ga-won is good at acupuncture, but it's great to see him treat his diagnosis in two weeks." I'll send my kids there if they get hurt in the future, so please take good care of them."

Jong-seok laughed at Oh Hyun-tae's words.

"I'm still a student."

"Really? Yeah. You'll fight Hyun-hee?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, our Hyunhee is a woman, but she's a graduate of the Korean National University. Will she be okay?"

"Of course."

"Then go change your clothes."

"I'd like this outfit.”

He is wearing a comfortable sportswear because he knows that he will have a match with Jang Hyun-hee today.

"If you came to Taekwondo, you should wear a taekwondo uniform."

Along with the horse, the coach called in a nearby player to help Jong-seok change his clothes.

Watching Jong-seok go to the locker room with the player, Oh Hyun-tae looked at Jang Hyun-hee.

"But would it help?”

"I'm a master of Shaolin martial arts."

"I believe you're not talking nonsense, but I'm just saying, will the Shaolin martial arts help you train in taekwondo?"

"You can think of it as rejuvenating and warming up lightly."

"You shouldn't strain yourself yet. The national university has a chance next year.”

Jang Hyun-hee bowed to Oh Hyun-tae's words.

"Yes."

Unlike the answer, however, Jang had a different idea.

'I can't get rid of my thirst to wait until next year.’

When Jang muttered inside, Jong-seok, who changed into a uniform, appeared.

"I heard you're a chef. You have a good physique."

Jang nodded and said as Oh muttered in a small voice in a body shape that appeared to be a uniform.

"Then I'll get started."

"Do as you please."

"Yes."

With the answer, Jang Hyun-hee took Jong-seok and moved to one side.

"Are you ready?"

Jong-seok twisted his body and nodded at Jang Hyun-hee's words. Then I looked around.

Some of the female athletes who were exercising in their eyes were seen turning their heads hurriedly.

"I think I'm in the spotlight."

"My kids have 119 fans."

"Is that so?"

Jong-seok, who was watching players glancing at him, nodded and reached out his hand.

"First, attack as fast and as hard as you can."

"Quick and strong? You shouldn't overdo it yet."

Jong-seok nodded at Jang Hyun-hee's words.

"Self-sufficient is a good mind. But it's okay with me. Start."

Jang Hyun-hee nodded at Jong-seok's words and started running with a light bounce.

Blame! Blame! Blame!

Jang Hyun-hee, who was bouncing up and down like Yong Soo-chul, said.

"Then start?"

"You have to move as fast and as hard as you can as you trust me.”

At Jong-seok's words, Jang Hyun-hee looked at him, nodded and moved her feet.

Fa'at!

As the distance decreased for a moment, Jang Hyun-hee's kick came in aiming at the waist.

'Quick.'

The kick that flew in close range felt faster than I thought. But Jong-seok was not to the point that he couldn't stop.

Sweep!

Jong-seok's palms gently blocked Jang's feet.

Sreuk!

And the wonder on Jang Hyun-hee's face was young. As soon as his feet touched Jong-seok's hand, he felt as if he were digging into a sponge.

"Huh?"

When Jang Hyun-hee was surprised, Jong-seok lowered his foot on the palm of his hand and said,

"Don't stop and keep kicking."

"What about that just now?"

"I absorbed your power and dispersed it."

"What is it?"

Looking at Jang Hyun-hee, who seemed to have no idea what she meant, Jong-seok did not bother to explain.

It'll only be complicated to explain. He pointed to a sandbag with a stalactite hanging on one side.

"If you kick a sandbag, you'll strain your feet, but if you kick it to me, I'll reduce that strength and it won't strain your ankles. So think of me as a sandbag and kick."

"I see."

Jang Hyun-hee finally understood what Jong-seok was saying. Though your feet are healed, you can't kick them with all your might in sandbags or sparrows yet.

As much as he kicked it hard, his feet would be shocked. But kicking like just now doesn't strain your ankle.

I don't know how to do it, but Jong-seok absorbs all the power and shock.

Then Jang Hyun-hee re-positioned.

"Ah! But can you control your strength?"

"Power control?"

"I feel like I'm just hitting a sponge, so I don't feel the blow. Can you give me a sense of hitting?”

"There are many requirements."

"Can you do it? No?"

Jang Hyun-hee was serious. Depending on whether you have a sense of hitting or not, your sense of kick is very different.

Jong-seok looked at her for a while and said Jong-seok.

"Would you like to kick lightly at first? I don't know about reducing my strength completely, but it's my first time doing it in moderation, so I think I'll have to practice."

Jang Hyun-hee, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, lightly moved her feet before starting the attack.

Papapot!

Jong-seok blocked Jang Hyun-hee's kick with his hand. At first it was difficult to control the force.

It wasn't easy to reduce it in moderation if it was to reduce it completely.

It's something I've never done before, and this has never happened in my academic experience.

But as I kept kicking and blocking it, I got a sense of it. So, ···

Papapot!

The pleasure of Jang Hyun-hee's face began to grow young. The sense of hitting from Jong-seok's hand was felt through his feet.

It's not too much for your feet, but it's also a pleasant blow.

'Yes, this is it!’

Jang Hyun-hee's feet began to speed up due to the sensation of hitting her feet after a long time.

"Haah! Haah!"

It was Jongseok who was busy with Jang Hyun-hee's kick, even throwing up Gi-sung.

Jang Hyun-hee's feet need to be moderately reduced and absorbed into her body.

"Stop!"

Jang Hyun-hee, who was kicking, stopped because she was surprised by the sound of a sudden kick.

It was Oh Hyun-tae who stopped him. Oh Hyun-tae stopped Jang Hyun-hee from kicking faster and stronger.

"It's been a while since I was injured, and I'm already overdoing it. Let me see your ankles."

Coming up and kneeling, Oh Hyun-tae looked at his feet. I felt a little heat, but it wasn't as hot as I thought.

Looking around his ankle, Oh Hyun-tae began to press with his finger.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes! That's all right."

"If you're sick, you should say you're sick.”

"It's all right."

"That's enough for today."

"I can do more."

"Are you going to work out a day or two? You've gone too far now.”

At Oh Hyun-tae's words, Jang Hyun-hee looked at Jong-seok as if she was about to say something.

Jong-seok crept up to the gaze and took his hand to Jang Hyun-hee's ankle.

"I'll see."

"You said you were still a student?"

"But I've learned something.”

Then Jong-seok grabbed Jang Hyun-hee's ankle for a moment, looked at Mac and nodded.

"It's a good stretch, so I think we can do a little more."

Oh Hyun-tae shook his head at Jong-seok's words.

"I know you're trying to help, but it's still too much."

Jong-seok, who was looking at Oh Hyun-tae, looked at Jang Hyun-hee. Jang Hyun-hee shook her head small in the gaze.

I want to do more, but Oh Hyun-tae also said it out of concern for himself, so I didn't want to be greedy.

Jong-seok nodded and raised himself.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow."

"Already? Go get some exercise while you're here."

Oh Hyun-tae looked at Jong-seok when Jang Hyun-hee said, "It's too bad to break up like this."

"Yes, while you're here, go get some exercise."

"Then, I will."

At Jong-seok's words, Oh Hyun-tae turned his head toward the players and shouted.

"Shin Taesung!"

"Yes!"

One of the players rushed to Oh Hyun-tae's call.

"Go for a fight."

"With this brother?"

"Just give it a try."

Then Oh Hyun-tae stepped back with Jang Hyun-hee. Jang Hyun-hee looked at Oh Hyun-tae.

"Director, why Taesung?"

Although Shin is a freshman, he was a strong contender for the national university next year.

He didn't win the National Sports Festival this year, but it was because his opponent was too strong, and he was a strong contender for the medal.

"Wouldn't we decide whether or not to continue fighting with you after seeing how good he is?"

The reason why Oh Hyun-tae attached Shin Tae-sung to Jong-seok is to check his skills.

All I just showed you when I was sparring with Jang Hyun-hee was just a stop.

Oh Hyun-tae also admitted that he is quite talented in that alone.

But I had to know in detail.

Seeing Shin Tae-sung in front of him, Jong-seok knew he was quite strong.

You have a good body balance.’

Muscles and body shapes were in good balance.

"I'm a big fan."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok, who laughed at Shin Tae-sung's words, put one hand forward.

"Then shall we begin?”

Shin Tae-sung lightly posed and began to bounce his body up and down.

"Is Taekwondo a basic sport?’

The flow was different from the Cheonyeopsu and Geongongu balls cooked by Jongseok. Cheonyeopsu and Geongongugong move once the lower body is heavy and centered.

Well, Taekwondo uses feet more than hands, so you can't make your feet heavy.’

"You go first."

Seeing Shin Tae-sung conceding the player, Jong-seok nodded and changed his move.

a good defender and a good striker

Fa'at!

Jong-seok's hand, which rushed to Shin Tae-sung in an instant, moved quickly with the kick of the ground.

Papapot! Papapot!

Shin Tae-sung dodged the attack with a slight back movement by Chun Yeop-soo's technique.

'That's fast.

Shin Tae-sung was slightly surprised by Jong-seok's move. However, Shin Tae-sung is also a strong athlete who sees the medal in Taekwondo.

Shin Tae-sung's kick moved ceaselessly along with his retreat.

Tata blame!

Backward, the car was fast and powerful enough to make the sound of the uniform moving even though it was a kick.

Jong-seok's face was filled with amazement as he blocked the flying kick with natural trees.

'It's strong.'

Shin's kick was heavy and heavy. Should I say that kicking has the same weight as hitting with an iron club?

And ···.

'You have great muscles.’

The quality of the muscle was felt through Shin Tae-sung's kick, which was transmitted through the taping of a natural leaf.

The muscles were very firm and the bones and joints were soft.

It's a body structure that was born to play Taekwondo. Is this what you call a gift?’

Shin's lower body was so great that it made me think so.

Papapot!

In any case, Jong-seok, who had been avoiding such an attack, dug into his arms and gathered his hands together and then screamed.

Puck!

Jong-seok's face hardened as he tried to step back by hitting lightly because he didn't mean to hurt him.

As soon as Shin Tae-sung hit the abdomen, he felt something through the touch.

'This, ··.'

Then he quickly began to hit Shin Tae-sung in the abdomen and chest.

Puff, puff, Puffing!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

When Shin Tae-sung, who was hit in the chest repeatedly, groaned back, Jong-seok hurriedly reached out his hand and pulled it out.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Oh Hyun-tae hurried to the scene of Shin Tae-sung, who was moaning and grabbing his chest.

"Are you all right, Taesung?"

Jong-seok was holding hands without saying a word when he saw Oh Hyun-tae hurry up and take a look at Shin's body.

No, to be exact, Shin's wrist.

Then Jong-seok said to Jang Hyun-hee.

"Call 119."

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