망돌 1군 만들기 프로젝트 [2]

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With a crashing sound, Hanyoung's body, which tried to get up, fell to the floor once again.

"... ... ! "Senior, are you okay?"

Hanyoung, who seemed to have lost her temper due to a series of strange things happening, shouted.

"Oh, don't come!"

"I was just trying to hold your hand... ... ."

When I looked like it was unfair, Hanyoung muttered quietly.

"... ... "You didn't push it, right?"

"From the beginning, I was always in front of you."

I looked at Hanyoung, who was lying down in an ugly manner, from head to toe.

"You were the one who fell alone."

For this child, it would be like a ghost crying.

No one pushed it, but it fell twice against its will.

"You're having bad luck today."

I smiled and pointed somewhere.

It was a vending machine located next to us.

"It would be a really big problem if that thing fell. So, wake up quickly, senior."

Han Young, who rejected the extended hand again and stood up on his own, spat out a short curse and pushed my shoulder hard.

"ouch."

I was pushed away in an instant and rolled my eyes.

"Senior, did you hit me?"

"... ... When did I!"

"Are you sick?"

I pulled my training clothes up to my right shoulder.

"Do you see it?"

It's above my right collarbone.

I rolled my eyes and looked at it, then said, "Hmm."

"You're hurt."

"That was by mistake... ... ."

"Accidentally?"

I approached with my eyes wide open.

"Senior, do you accidentally hit someone? Well, he was someone who intentionally tried to hurt me, so what could he not do?"

"... ... !"

"But."

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Then, can I make mistakes too?"

"What is that-"

Before I could hear the answer, I stuck my fist into Hanyoung's solar plexus.

"... ... "Huh!"

"Oh my, my hand slipped."

"... ... !"

"I'm not very strong, so I'm sure it didn't hurt... ... Um, are you sick?"

"Hey, hey, you idiot! "That's it!"

Of course I know.

No matter how weak or weak I am, it's going to hurt quite a bit since I'm being punched with all my might.

Hanyoung, who was clutching her abdomen, immediately grabbed the hem of the short-sleeved T-shirt she was wearing under her training clothes, as if to check her body.

There is no way.

I approached with a clear face and repeated the blessing.

"You, you, you bastard, you're really screwed. I got hit... ... ."