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The next day, Lisa applied the ointment for Jungkook again. Jungkook liked the feeling. Since yesterday, after using the ointment from Lisa’s father, his arm hadn’t been hurting. He wasn’t awoken by the pain at the middle of night like before. He finally had a good night of sleep last night.
However, Lisa wasn’t feeling too good. Today was the final game of the college soccer league. If Jungkook wasn’t hurt, their school team might well become the champions. The TV at the dorm was broadcasting the game live.
Yugyeom watched it intently. Lisa finally understood why Jungkook couldn’t play soccer even though only his arm had been burned. During a soccer game, if one side kicks the ball out of bound, the other side will send a player to do a “throw in”. That’s when the player has to use his hands.
Lisa didn’t want to continue dwelling on this unhappy subject. How does Jungkook usually throw the ball then? Does he use his normal left hand with the support of the incomplete right arm? She sighed. Why does the heavens always play jokes on people with such outstanding talent?[2]
Jungkook could tell that Lisa was not in a good mood. He tried to comfort her. “Haha, wait till winter time, there’s still the 7-players’ soccer games. You think we can win?”
Lisa replied firmly. “For sure!”
“Then---- will you come to cheer us on?”
“I promise I will!”
Lisa felt a lot better now.
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[2]: For those who don’t know, in Chinese the equivalent of “god” in exclamations like “Oh my god!” is translated roughly as heaven, specifically from Lao Tian (老天) in Chinese. So most Chinese exclamations would be “Oh my heavens!”