996. Falling Stars 56

The two of them pack their gear and head to the outdoor volleyball court we rehearsed last night.

"Isn't it too much to tease in front of the Holy Water? What do you mean," what's the backup tack "?"

"Why? Why? Is it a bang bang?"

"That or that."

"Anyway, it's true that my brother and I are good at breathing. Good luck today."

Upon arriving at the stadium, a large number of people had gathered early in the morning to register, about two-thirds of South Koreans appeared to be foreigners.

"Are there so many foreigners here?"

"It's called the beach volleyball competition. He's more popular overseas than he is in my country."

"By the way, how much money is there to win in this countryside?"

"The prize is not important. You're just here to play in Korea. Foreign countries have active physical activity, so even the average person knows how to play volleyball when they mess around."

"Really?"

He listened to Yumi's explanation and waited in front of the reception. Yumi told him that registration took longer than he thought.

"Would you mind waiting in line for me? I'm gonna go in the outdoor shower and get some payback."

"Returns?"

"Men may not know it, but women are required to wear swimsuits."

Yumi was wearing a thin wind shield on top, and she seemed to be thinking of changing into a swimsuit in advance.

"Okay. Go on."

"Yes."

As Yumi disappears into the shower, he looks around, waiting in line alone. The competition was divided into three disciplines: two men, two women, and two hybrids.

Hybrid teams have the fewest numbers.

As he continued to look around, the reception of the men's and women's teams was opened, but the combination was the least. Seeing that the match between men and women needed to catch their breath, it was not a good time to form a team.

'Hmm, by the way, the women's department has fun watching in secret.'

Half of them were already in their bathing suits. Due to the nature of the volleyball game, it seemed unusual to see tall girls standing in line like models.

Especially unlike Korean athletes, blonde foreign athletes had excellent body shape.

"Oh, isn't that too much of a bikini? '

Among them were athletes in tee pants, which made their buttocks completely bare and embarrassing to look at. Especially with great growth (?) The hipline of foreign women was overwhelming compared to domestic athletes.

'Is the beauty of blondes the truth?'

[Oh dear, let's wipe some saliva.]

'I'm not the only one. Look at those guys over there.'

The stage of the registration was also a meeting place. All the players gathered together, waiting in line, and there were some players playing tricks on the gap. Today, two Korean men were talking to women who seemed to be foreigners and throwing a pep talk.

"Where are you from?"

Canada.

"Good"

I don't know what's good, but I'm watching men who show their appreciation with their short English skills, and Yumi came back as a swimsuit.

"What are you looking at?"

"Hey, you're here."

The reappearance of Yumi made me doubt my eyes as I turned my head.

"Ugh! Hey, you!"

"Why? Is it too sexy?"

Yumi was in a completely different atmosphere than usual. Although she felt it when she wore a tight volleyball suit, even though she was an accessory, her figure was perfect.

Particularly, the breasts were tied with a rope behind the neck, a bikini the size of a barely covered hand, which was a very provocative look. Large, circular-sized breasts did not cover the whole. When I looked at them at the side, my side breasts bulged and tightened clearly to the uniformity. Moreover, I was embarrassed to look at my panties because they were deep enough to reveal my hips. He struggled to ignore Yumi, feeling a little dizzy.

"Hey, hey. It's not too much."

"Why? The foreigners are doing well."

"But Korean players don't dress as well as you."

In fact, as he said, the majority of Korean athletes were very OK swimsuits. Her chest was so tight that she couldn't even see the valley in the shape of a tank, and her panties were also trunk-style shorts. Apparently, many people were watching, so they were wearing the most conservative bathing suits possible.

"Maybe they're not confident in their bodies. I don't care."

Yumi nods, her ponytail head fluttering. Her appearance, clearly in a bathing suit, focused on the attention of those around her.

"Hey, look. Hybrid team."

"Wow, is that a swimsuit story? I thought it was foreign."

"But she also has a pretty face. He looks good in volleyball."

"The guy next to me is totally on the bench."

He felt ashamed of the gaze around him.

'Damn, I didn't want to get noticed...'

He wore sunglasses that he had taken in disgrace. I thought it would be audacious to cover my eyes a bit.

However, the sunglasses were three-sized scooter items, so they were evenly numbered.

'3, 39?'

[Oh, Miss Yumi is so enormous. I thought it was big, but it feels overwhelming because it touches me with numbers.]

'That's about D to E cups.'

[But I'm tall and tall, so I don't feel like glamour.]

'I have no choice. It's usually the smaller ones that look bigger. Yumi is elongated, so it looks just right in proportion.'

[Yummi was actually the best in gym and glamour.]

'One volume is overwhelming.'

Then it was his turn to register.

An employee, who was making a reception at the outdoor table, smiled and handed out documents and ballpoint pens.

"circled over there, please provide your ID."

"Identification?"

"Yes, I need it to register."

The two of them took their wallets out of their bags and presented their IDs. As he quietly looked at it, even foreigners registering at the adjacent table were taking out their passports on Juju Island.

'Aha, everyone participates by their real name.'

[I see. There's a surprise that the competition has been forged.]

I mean, there must be some obstruction in amateur competitions and a thorough deterrent to cheating, like switching players in the middle. '

"Do you have any candidates? You can register up to 3 people."

"Yes, we are two people."

"Okay, you're in. But the team name... Is that correct?"

"Yes, they're both university students."

"Yes, I understand. There will be a tournament draw shortly after you register. Please be patient. Next participant."

After registering, the two people stepped aside for a moment and waited for the draw. Then a man approaches Yumi.

"Wow, Gorgeous! Hello pretty girl."

He was a tall white male, more than 10 centimeters tall than he had learned. Angled jaws were an impressive typical Western blonde.

However, Yumi turns her head to the opposing team with no compliments. Yummi looks at the lesson and says, as the embarrassed opponent shrugs away.

"Phew, you're overseas, too."

"Why? He's handsome. Isn't that a compliment?"

"Who cares? I hate the smell of foreigners."

"Smell?"

"Why does it smell like cheese? Like in cancer."

He nods.

'Obviously, the Westerners have a bad body odor.'

[Are women like that?]

'I can't say there isn't. Why, why do my kids smell like garlic in my country? Orientals are genetically weak, but foreigners can't get on buses if they're serious.'

[Can't you take the bus?]

'Why, that bus handle. When I raise my arms to grab it...'

[Ah, I understand. That's it.]

Yumi adds.

"And I have a brother, and I don't look at other men."

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"Why? Do you want to find another woman?"

"Isn't that what we are?"

Yumi opens her eyes as soon as she speaks.

"Was there another woman besides me?"

"That's a personal question."

"Kyung-hee or Juju?"

"Huh?"

"Or both?"

"What are you talking about?"

"No, I noticed you were both in a frenzy this morning."

"What does that have to do with me? Maybe he drank a lot last night."

"Hmm…. I didn't think it was because I drank...."

"Hey, don't be weird. Let's think about how we're going to win today."

"Hmph, I know it sounds like a diversion, but I'll pass. Anyway, promise me one thing."

"What?"

Yumi stares straight at him.

"If you don't stand up to me, you're gonna get really mad. Okay?"

"Oh my…. All right, let's go over the plan."

He was frightened for a moment by Yumi's jealousy, but no longer cared.

'Phew, Yumi will be the emission angle after this camp.'

[Can't you handle it?]

'I decided to wear a rubber band last night. I don't think I can take it anymore.'

[Well, that's your heart.]

"I took a quick look, and I saw that team and that team."

"Who?"

Yumi points to two of the hybrid teams.

One team was Korean athletes and one team was made up of foreigners.

"That girl with the short hair, the one I saw in middle school at the National Congress."

"Really? Are you a pro?"

"No, I didn't see it in the competition after that. Anyway, the basics work. I guess men are elected, too."

"If it's an election...."

"Queek until high school."

"Well, you're certainly not beginners."

"Yes. And those foreigners."

Yumi pointed to a foreign hybrid team this time.

Men, women, and an overwhelming team of jewellery. Specifically, the woman was a racy black woman, showing off her horse thighs.

"I saw you two warming up earlier, but I'm not kidding. Perhaps the most powerful opponent in the hybrid family."

"Hmm. Must be about two meters tall."

"I know. If you turn it on, you can think of all the hits you get on the block."

He's 185. No matter how high the jumping power was, it was hard to overcome the height difference of 15 cm. For the first time, he was consumed by passion.

'Damn, those snot-nosed bastards are useless.'

[My master feels inferiority with his height.]

'Nordic kids love genes. Somewhere in the Netherlands, the average male is 188. I'm off average there.'

[But you're not going anywhere either.]

'Anyway, I'll show you that the key isn't everything.'

"We have the results of the hybrid raffle. I'm going to put you on the stand, so please be there 30 minutes before the game starts."

After guidance from the concierge, a piece of printed water was placed on the White Boar used as a signboard. The hybrid teams were the fewest participants, all seven of them.

"Oh, I'm out."

"If you're good, you'll lose."

As a result of the eighth tournament, one lucky team was able to automatically enter the fourth team as a losing team. He looked at the march with anticipation that he might not know, but unfortunately, he was not elected for failure. Rather, I was supposed to take first place and panic with No. 1.

"Oh, looks like it's our first game."

"Really?"

The name of the other team was a Korean hybrid team Yumi had chosen as a target of boundaries.

"Oh my, I can't even get out of it. I'm starting right away."

"Get ready quickly."

Since it was 10 minutes before the start of the match, he also had to hurry back. As a rule, beach volleyball was a bathing suit, he had to take off all his short shorts.

"Where's the dressing room?"

"Are you wearing a pair of pants underneath?"

"Huh."

"We don't have time. Just get out of here."

"Here?"

"Why? Can I take it off for you?"

As Yummi really rushed into stripping, he was surprised to learn how to strip off his own clothes.

"No, thank you."

When he took off his shirt in the middle of the beach, people's gaze shifted to one side. It was also the first game of the competition, so all the unrelated teams noticed that they wanted to watch and go.

"Oh, he's hot."

"Aren't you a bodybuilder, not a volleyball player?"

In the middle, I naturally noticed the attention of the naked disciple. Furthermore, the body of the muscles that were not heavily balanced with the face that could not be concealed even with sunglasses was surprisingly good for those watching.

Particularly, the women watched the lessons interesting.

"That guy, he's pretty good."

"Are you going to be good?"

He even took off his pants and finished his return with short shorts. On the other side of the coat, the opposing team is already engaged.

"Brother, take it easy. So do we."

"Yes."

Taun and Yumi lightly gave and received a torch, raising their condition. Even though it was summer and morning, it was a matter of raising the body temperature because the sea breeze was quite cold.

Once the athletes of both teams have warmed up to some degree, the referee goes up on the judges' bench.

"Fly High vs. National University Gymnastics, National University Gymnastics vs. Fly High's Male and Female Combined Eight Competitions, let's begin now. In front of each team captain referee."

Yumi, named after the argument, approaches the referee. A woman walks on the other side.

Ends.

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