After Sung Jichan left, I sat alone on the bench, contemplating the conversation we had.

“If the dream I dreamed was real, Jin Haeyul must have been deeply discouraged.”

Well, that would make sense. If a person who played the piano injured their hands, it would feel like losing the world.

“But how could such a thing happen? She wouldn’t just injure her own hands.”

I recalled the scene I had seen in my dream when I was hospitalized. Jin Haeyul, who sacrificed herself to save a friend instead of Sung Jichan, was hit by a car.

Even if Jin Haeyul knew that her future would completely collapse because of that, could she have done it?

“I wouldn’t know.”

The friendship of the Three Musketeers, or rather, the Four Heavenly Kings, might have been deep, but it wouldn’t have been an easy situation.

I sighed and stood up from the bench.

“I think I roughly understand why emotions came into play.”

At first, I thought I did a good thing by saving a friend’s life, but after finding out that she got injured because of that, my feelings became complicated. I couldn’t just look at Sung Jichan with affection as before. He might even regret saving her, and their friendship could gradually sour.

Well, this is all speculation.

“But wait, didn’t Jin Haeyul die in that incident?”

Recalling what Sung Jichan said earlier, it seems that Jin Haeyul only injured her hand, not her life. If it was a critical situation, he would have mentioned it earlier.

“Then, there’s a high probability that she’s still alive somewhere, right?”

Hmm. I don’t know if this is good or bad. For now, it could be considered good news, right? Anyway, it means she’s alive.

“If that’s the case, it would be nice to meet her in person.”

So we can have a happy ending or something like that.

While thinking about this, a blue window suddenly popped up in front of me.

Come to think of it, this is really funny. It's my first time.

I've been through all sorts of things after the possession, but it's quite impressive that I haven't done any quests so far.

The system left that message and disappeared without a trace. Nevertheless, it's always fascinating. The system window.

"All right, let's go back to half."

I shook off all the stray thoughts and headed towards the stands.

The only ones left in the stands were a few kids from our class and Seon Woojin.

I went straight to Seon Woojin and asked, "Where are the others?"

"They went to play a match."

Seeing that Yoo Hina was not here, it seems like they went together. They must be glad since their wish came true.

"Why are you here?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Oh… Right."

I replied and sat down next to Seon Woojin.

Silence lingered for a while. Fortunately, the noise from the stadium helped cover the awkwardness.

Seon Woojin spoke first.

"I'll be playing in the match later."

"Huh?"
I was surprised and asked, "A match? You?"

Seon Woojin raised his eyebrows.

"Why? Can't I?"

"No, you said you wouldn't go last time."

"I'm going as a substitute."

Seon Woojin raised his hand and pointed to where his classmates were gathering. One boy had an ice pack on his leg.

"He got hurt, so I'm going out as a replacement. I mentioned it earlier."

"Earlier?"

A girl who had been talking with Seon Woojin popped into my head. Oh, that's what it was. Somehow, it felt refreshing as if something that had been stuck was cleared.

I, feeling somewhat uplifted, asked, "What match are you going to play in?"

"Soccer."

It was an unexpected sport. Well, maybe not entirely unexpected.

Even if it wasn't soccer, I would have thought that any sport wouldn't suit Seon Woojin. Sweaty, passionate sports and Seon Woojin. It was truly an incompatible combination, but I was looking forward to it.

Seon Woojin seemed to have remained to say that, as soon as he finished speaking, he got up from his seat.

"I'll see you later."

And without waiting for my response, he disappeared.

"Just saying and leaving…"

I watched his retreating figure and then turned my head back towards the stadium. Under the scorching sun, Yoo Hina was sparkling.