“You…” Hwang Jong-In fiercely dribbled the ball forward. However, Kang Jin-Ho didn't budge from his spot.

Hwang Jong-In pushed the ball to Kang Jin-Ho's right, only to sneak it to the left side in anticipation of an incoming tackle. He then successfully dribbled past Kang Jin-Ho.

'What was that? He couldn't even react!'

What a perfect feint this would have been... If only he had succeeded in his maneuver, that was. "Huh?!"

The ball wasn't there anymore? Didn't it go past Kang Jin-Ho just now? Where did the ball disappear to, then?

Tap.

Hwang Jong-In hurriedly looked back and saw Kang Jin-Ho leisurely dribbling the ball forward.

'When did he do that?!'

This totally didn't make any sense to him. However, the onlookers didn't seem to share the same viewpoint as him.

“Wow, he's so dumb! Why did he pass the ball to his opponent who was standing still and ran past him?”

"I heard he used to be in the school soccer team? That can't be true, can it? Even I can play way better than him."

Hwang Jong-In roared out in fluster. “What the hell?!”

He rushed in from behind Kang Jin-Ho's back and tried a sliding tackle. This tackle was dangerous enough to break someone's ankle if the angle was off by only a little bit. But Hwang Jong-In was too agitated to care about that right now.

Unfortunately for him, though, his desperation meant little. Kang Jin-Ho didn't even change his leisurely walking pace and continued to dribble forward.

Swhoooosh-!

Hwang Jong-In slid dramatically on the futsal field's turf, but strangely enough, his foot couldn't reach the ball...