# 429
The Legend of Return
Chapter 429. Reasons to win a medal (1)
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.
“I have something…”
CIA team leader Luke licked his lips as he watched the departing helicopter.
Information was received through secret channels that the Templars had dealt with the terrorists.
The rest area was all organized as if nothing had happened.
There were no doubters.
Most of them didn’t understand the word ‘terror training’, but they couldn’t help it either.
The players got on the bus and hurriedly left the rest area.
The game that started two days later was more important to them.
Minorly injured patients were treated lightly.
Contrary to the urgent atmosphere, the post-processing ended with a small incident.
Luke had a bitter taste.
There was more that wasn’t revealed, but it wasn’t an area that could be touched.
An order came down from the top to shut up.
I couldn’t understand the common sense before and after the incident.
Everyone in the middle of the incident said they had lost their memory and slept.
It was clear that the CIA special team had to take on the case.
For Luke, who wanted to live a normal life, this job was daunting.
On the other hand, team member Jackson nodded and wrote various things in his notebook.
As a member of the special team, he seemed to understand everything, starting with the instructions from the upper level.
“Jackson, we should withdraw now too…”
“Chief! excuse me!”
Then Jackson, who had followed, pointed in one direction.
Time passed and it was past 4 in the morning.
The special forces also left and only a few police officers remained behind to catch up, and a man was seen.
It was leisurely as if we had taken a walk on a moonlit night when the fog disappeared.
“Daniel Chang!”
Luke was also surprised.
A man called Daniel whistled as he approached the rest area.
“who are you?”
A police officer approached and identified him.
“My name is Jang Tae-san, the national representative of Nordic skiing in Korea.”
“Did you not get on the bus?”
“I came in my private car over there.”
“Show me your passport and driver’s license.”
The sensitive police came out harshly.
It was a suspicious appearance to anyone’s eyes.
“Chief…”
“Okay.”
Luke approached the policeman.
“This one. I know.”
“yes?”
The policeman was perplexed.
A CIA employee stepped in.
“I know even if I don’t verify my identity. My name is Taesan Jang. Nationality is Korea. I am a skier right now.”
Luke kindly explained.
“I see.”
The policeman backed off.
“Do you know me?”
“Okay, thank you in the future. Daniel Chang, CEO. My name is CIA team leader Luke.”
Luke held out his hand with a broad smile.
‘Heh heh. What kind of bonus is this!’
The key to the promotion that I was aiming for a chance to meet in person.
“thank you. Luke.”
A superman named Daniel grabbed Luke’s hand tightly.
***
“Ugh….. Why does my back hurt so much…”
Jo Young-Jun grabbed his wobbly waist and frowned.
I don’t know the party, but I know it well.
“You were the first to run?”
“yes? What?”
What is it?
He was one of the zombie hordes who led the way to catch me.
Jo Young-jun made an expression that he did not understand.
“Have you always been dissatisfied with me?”
“Me?”
“I think so…”
“I wouldn’t say it’s not there, but it’s not to the point where I express it emotionally.”
“Wow! I only have good things in my memory, so what is it? Chicken and beer.”
“So that’s about it. In Taesan’s athlete’s village, men are the enemy. You and Yuna are close.”
“Is that all? Yeongjun-ssi also has a girlfriend, right?”
“That’s it, and Yuna is Miss Yuna.”
“Huh…”
There was nothing to say at Jo Young-Jun’s words.
If people in the athletes’ village know everything about the situation, it goes without saying to the people who don’t know.
“Yuna is just a younger sister.”
“Everyone starts like that.”
“Ah-oh! There is someone I like!”
“Then he’s even worse.”
“…..”
Cho Young-joon is more picky today.
He was dumbfounded, not knowing that he had come to his senses.
“Aren’t you practicing?”
“i did it.”
“when?”
“In Russia.”
“Russia? when?”
“Sometimes~.”
“You don’t even spit on your mouth and you seem to be good at lying.”
“Is it that day?”
“what?”
“The day that women take once a month.”
“….transformation.”
I think it’s better to just not talk.
It was the first time Jo Young-joon talked so much.
It also meant that it became more comfortable.
“Where does it hurt?”
“….why?”
“I want to give you some physical therapy.”
“…..”
“What is it? What about those suspicious eyes?”
“Because the world is so rough.”
“ah! Really done! Lie down quickly!”
Cho Young-joon lay down on his private bed at the designated Athletes Village Hotel in Whistler.
Perhaps because of Assassin’s attack, the security was tight.
“Don’t you have a license?”
“Yuna got it from me too.”
“…Can I spread rumors?”
“You don’t want to play tomorrow, do you? Just tell me if you want to go to Korea.”
He untied his clumsy hands.
“…..”
The players who arrived at dawn were in a mess.
Everyone slept until late in the morning.
I wasn’t in a condition to come back like that.
After lunch and returning to the hotel room instead of exercising, Jo Young-joon was serious.
On the other hand, the Nordic players were recovering their condition in the meantime.
They were descendants of the Vikings as their ancestors.
“Even if it hurts, endure it.”
“If you touch it roughly, it will burn your muscles.”
“Once you get it, don’t come back again.”
All the coaching staff who followed were also messed up.
In a way, it was a duel under the same conditions.
Rubbing his hands, Jo Yeong-jun approached the backboard.
I ran wild at dawn and got bruises on my back.
I couldn’t leave Jo Young-joon alone.
I needed it as a shield to stand in front of for my life project.
He manipulated the healing magic and put it in his hand.
A light shone in your hand.
And slowly, starting with Jo Young-jun’s shoulder, he started to massage.
“Ugh….. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Jo Young-joon’s voice, which had been moaning at first, came out strangely.
It was a scene and sound effect that would be perfect for misunderstanding.
Cho Young-joon sprinkled some remaining magic power on his body.
Even if I run 40km instead of 15km tomorrow, I will be fine.
The massage lasted about 20 minutes.
“What is it?”
Cho Young-joon asked with a drowsy expression full of good luck plus ecstasy.
“If I win a medal, I’ll give it a shot.”
Jo Young-joon with a blank expression.
It’s your own body, so you know it well.
Now that I have recovered in the best physical condition than ever.
***
“Would it have been sleeping gas? Otherwise, I don’t understand.”
Sophia walked through the hotel lobby and tried to unravel the whole story of the early morning incident.
I contacted the upper management, but I only heard that they did not know.
“It’s not even group brainwashing… what the hell is it?”
Sophia, who had undergone many trainings, could not guess.
“It’s serious enough to involve the CIA, but nothing happened.”
Sophia muttered to herself.
I had time to compete in the Nordic Combined, not the sprint tomorrow.
Anyway, thanks to the special training and methods provided by the organization, I was in better shape than other players.
Gold medal was not a concern.
The program progressed smoothly to become a Norwegian celebrity.
“Drink this.”
“???”
A hand holding a coffee suddenly appeared in front of him.
It didn’t look like a thick, rough male hand.
“Daniel…..”
“What’s wrong? I was muttering to myself…”
Daniel approached and asked with a smile.
“no. I did it because I had something to think about.”
Sophia smiled broadly as if it had never happened.
It is a body that has been ordered to stay as close as possible in the organization.
Even if that wasn’t the case, I was curious as a human being.
American socialite Sarah Johansson’s favorite Asian man became more and more attractive the more he saw him.
Unlike the tough players, he gave off an intellectual scent and at the same time a subtle confidence exuded from his body.
It wasn’t a hormone intense male.
He seemed like a descendant of a well-educated and noble family that looked good in a suit.
It was similar to the materials of aristocratic families I had encountered in England.
No, there was a certain special charm that couldn’t be compared.
Men bow their heads, and women a certain spirit worthy of respect.
It was charisma.
And he was kind enough to lightly hand over coffee.
It was nice to hear your voice.
My heart was wide open to the unique pronunciation of Norwegian locals.
“Are you good at athletics?”
“yes~. I was once a runner.”
“Somehow…”
Daniel nodded.
‘what? What does that expression say you know?’
I noticed that Daniel’s gaze was a little strange.
It wasn’t an expression of admiration, it was an expression of yes.
“why?”
“haha. no. I think I am good at running.”
‘You’ve never run in front of this guy?’
Daniel seemed to know something.
“The match time is tomorrow at 11:00.”
“yes.”
“It’s our first game, so let go of the burden and run. Cross country is good for exercise.”
“I will win a medal.”
“A medal? tomorrow?”
“yes~.”
“…..”
Sophia was at a loss for words.
Tomorrow’s cross-country freestyle 15km race was dominated by Norwegian, Danish and Swedish athletes.
In particular, his colleague Hansen was overwhelming in this event.
There is no place for Asians to fit in.
In a situation where the 37th squad is the most likely to secure the medal, most of the Asian players exceeded 40 minutes.
It was meaningful to participate.
“Sophia doesn’t seem to believe it.”
“Actually…yes.”
Sophia answered honestly.
I didn’t want to spit out words out of politeness.
I have to get close to Daniel, but my last pride as a player remains.
“This gives me one more reason to win a medal.”
“yes?”
“I bet. If I win a medal, grant me a wish.”
Daniel laughed and said seriously.
Sophia looked at Daniel gently.
‘Isn’t this man an idiot?’
It was a bet he could never lose.
“Yeah… that’s how I do it. certainly! grant your wish.”
Sophia smiled wide enough to show straight teeth and nodded.
