Lately, It's Winter Season.

Chapter 1 - I've had enough.

**This one is giving me a headache, from translating it 🙈. Several times, I had to come back and re-edit parts and words. **

I don't want to change any phrases or names, so here are some names that may be of use, unless you aren't as thick as I am, lol.

Duen Nao is ‘the cold/winter month’,     (Tiger’s love interest)

Dan Nuea is ‘the north month’.**

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"Tiger"

'..."

"Tiger!"

“Huh, what?”

“Class is over.”

“That was fast,” I said sleepily, rubbing my eyes lightly to wake myself up. I had been sleeping on the table for a long time, which had made my entire arm numb. I looked around and saw my classmates starting to leave one by one. So I reached over to put my backpack on and stood up. “Let’s go to the club.”

"Yeah," Garfield nodded.

"Let's go," Mickey snapped back immediately.

"Are you going to join the club?"

“You keep nagging me.”

“When you were in junior high school, you played with us. Why didn’t you play anymore when you got to senior high school?”

"I think I'll focus on my studies."

"You should play the game," Field said with a sigh. "You're too addicted to games, this asshole."

"You guys want to play with me, too?"

"But Suea and I aren't as attached as you."

“True,” I nodded in agreement. “You can’t just sit around and play. You need to exercise.”

"Okay, okay. It's good that you brought a change of clothes. Field called me and asked me to bring some extra clothes this morning."

The three of us walked out of the classroom. It had only been a week since the start of the new semester, and today was the first day that the football club started practising. Because we had played together in junior high school and liked playing football anyway. When we got to high school, we talked about joining the same club.

We walked to the football field, which was especially lively today. Our school is well-known for its football team. During middle school, we took our team to the national level. Several students transferred to our school to join the football team.

I was the team captain in junior high school because I played well and could manage the team effectively. That's what the coach said, and I got the position from a vote of my teammates.

"Will you be captain again?" Field asked.

"No, I'm tired."

“You can be one soon.”

We changed our clothes and warmed up while we waited for the coach to arrive.

Today, we started by running around the field and timing ourselves first. If we want to be real runners, we have to practice hard because the coach is watching and recording scores all the time. The coach blew the whistle and called everyone to gather together. Stand and wait at the starting point with a stopwatch. 

As soon as the whistle blew again, everyone started running. I took the lead first, with others following closely behind. After a while, I began to gain some distance. I looked back, thinking I would see Field or Mick, who were running in second place. But no, it was someone I had never seen before. Mick and Field were running just a little bit behind them.

“Shit, did Mick and Field lose?” I muttered to myself softly, turned back to look ahead, and continued running without slowing down. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps getting closer. The person in second place had already caught up to me. I felt a little surprised because, since I joined the club in my first year of high school, no one in my class had ever run as fast as I did.

I quickened my pace because I was afraid of falling behind.  Shit! Who are you? You can't do this to a junior high school captain!

On the third lap, we were tied. It was just a matter of who was faster. Halfway through, the other team began to weaken, and I regained the lead. I crossed the finish line just a few seconds ahead because I had been accelerating too hard and was more tired than usual. When I finished, I stood on the side of the field panting.

"Animal, why are you so fast? Cheetah, you know?" Field said while panting, his face flushed from exhaustion. He quickly wiped his sweat away. I gave him a handkerchief. Not long after, Mick ran to the finish line.

"Do you guys run faster?"

"A little bit. During the school break, I exercised regularly. I didn't just play games like you. Towards the end, my speed dropped like crazy," I said.

"Oh, and who's the guy running like that, Tiger? It sounds familiar," Mick asked, taking a sip of water.

"Don't overeat, or you'll get stuffed," Field warned. "The twins in Room 9."

“Oh, oh, oh, I remember now.”

“Twins?” I raised my eyebrows and asked, scanning the area around for the person who had been running after me. I saw him standing there panting, not too far away. “The new kid?”

"No, I heard that you've been there since the beginning of high school."

"Oh, why don't I know?"

“You don’t know shit,” Field said. “But I don’t know if it’s a cold month or a northern region. I can’t tell the twins apart.”

"I think this winter month is famous. The northern region seems a bit softer," said Mick.

"But I'm actually surprised. He can run after Tiger. Everyone knows that he's a runner. He's a sprinter."

“Hmm, it doesn’t look good, your compliment.”

After a while, everyone reached the finish line. They only had a short break before they had to continue practising other things. The first week was about choosing the team captain. The coach kept the scores from each practice. The top six players would compete again and have their teammates vote for them. I don't want to be captain, but I don't want to lose.

I practised normally and did so well that the coach praised me. The middle school and high school coaches are different people because our school emphasises football, so we have two fields. The middle school field is located in front, and the high school field is situated in the centre of the school. Whenever there is a sports day, it will be held at this field.

Many of the people on the old team in junior high school did well because they practised a lot. The new people who came in were both good and bad. The latest person who caught my eye was the one who ran after me earlier. The one that Mick said was named... Dan... Cold? The name is hard to remember.

The last one is juggling the ball. If you drop the ball, you have to leave the line. I kept juggling the ball, not caring who was left. I just thought that I had to be the last one standing. Before I knew it, I found myself at the centre of attention of the whole team. Only Dan Nao and I were left. I looked at him. He turned to look at me. We stared at each other like it was a battle between men.

This asshole... Can't you be a loser? You always have to compete with me, right? Since you've been running around the field.

When it was almost four hundred times, he seemed like he was running out of energy, and he kept making mistakes. In the end, it was only me who was left. Actually, I could still make more mistakes, but since I had won, there was no need to waste more energy. Then everyone dispersed as instructed by the coach.

"Hey, you're really good, Duen Nao. You've been in our school since middle school. Why didn't you join our club?" Mick said as we were walking out of the school gate.

“I don’t know, but it’s good to have talented people on your team.”

"It's me, the smart one," I offered.

“Is that for sure? Who would be better than my friends, Pad? Oh my! The other team of eleven players can’t even take on any of my friends. I wonder if the coach will send Tiger to compete alone this year. The other twenty-something players are just substitutes sitting on the sidelines waiting. Serving water, cheering, we are just that useful.”

“Mick said it well.”

“One is self-absorbed, the other is a flatterer. Are you going to let your friend be like this, Mickey?” Field frowned and asked. “Then how will he function in society?”

“There’s no turning back, you animal,” Mick whispered. “I’ve tried to stop you, but I couldn’t.”

"Yeah, what a narcissistic person. He's been narcissistic since kindergarten and also likes others to flatter him," Field whispered back.

"I heard those damn things."

"Okay, see you tomorrow," Mick said, walking to the parking lot for his motorcycle in front of our school. We walked into the alley for a bit, where the motorcycle storage shop is. I walked to my bike and rode it out. In front of the shop, Field put on his helmet and got on the back.

I took Field back to his dorm, not far from the school. He stayed at the dorm because his house was far away. After I dropped him off, I went home.

We still practice soccer every evening for about 2 hours, from 4 pm to 6 pm. I'm getting to know my teammates and getting closer to them, but I haven't had the chance to talk to that great guy whose name is... Duean Nuea? That's it. I haven't spoken to him yet because I haven't had the chance.

It's been a week. The coach announced the captain's scores. My score came in first, as I had hoped it wouldn't. My score came in second. Today marks the final count before voting begins. The captain will have the highest total score.

“Today is a one-on-one dribble, the final score. Whoever passes the ball through the goal will get a score accordingly. Give them twenty minutes to catch. Whoever gets the same number will get a pair.”

“Are all the pairs competing at the same time? Then we can cheat a little. If we can dribble five balls, tell the coach we can score a hundred balls,” Mick, who was standing next to him, whispered.

“No way. If it were you, would you let your competitors cheat you?”

"Okay," Mick nodded, before we drew lots.

"Who's number four?" I shouted.

"I"

The northern moon walked towards me.

“Northern moon?”

"Cold month," he said, correcting the name.

"Oh"

"Hey, did you know that the nickname for the cold month is cat?"

“A cat? A cat? Why a cat?”

“I don’t know. I saw that room, nine people called it that. It seemed like the person was okay with it, so it became a cat name.”

“Oh?”

"Oh, if you go talk to him, call him Meow Ji. Then you'll be friendly and close."

"It's a hard name to remember. Then I'll call you, Cat," I said. I remembered that Mick once said that this person's nickname was Cat. Since I wanted to be close to him, I would call him by his nickname instead.

“Huh?” The other party frowned.

"cat"

"animal"

"Oh, I'm just insulting you."

"Let's go," he said before walking to a less crowded spot and tossing me the ball as if to start.

“Let me tell you first that I am not interested in the captain position.”

"Me too," the man in front of me said firmly. "But now I'm probably the captain, because I'm going to beat you. How about twenty goals? I'm definitely ahead in points." I couldn't help but smile with delight.

Our dribbling practice had begun. I had expected him to be good, but I hadn't thought he would be this good, so I had to be serious from the very first minute. Three minutes had passed, and it took another three minutes for me to dribble past him. The coach announced that time was almost up while we were still tied. Until...

I gave it my all at the last minute because the other team couldn't keep up with me, so I pushed myself too hard and fell. My score was up. The competition was over. I walked closer and extended my hand.

The fallen man looked up with some displeasure, sighed softly, and then reached out to grab hold of him and pull himself up. Suddenly, the thought of teasing him popped into my head. I let go of his hand, and he fell to the ground again.

"Animal"

“Just kidding,” I laughed a little before reaching out my hand again. But this time, it didn’t grab my hand anymore; instead, it pulled itself up and walked the other way. 

“What the hell, so temperamental.”

"What the hell?" Field asked as he walked in.

"How are you?" I asked back.

"Win! Playing with Wan, his skills have dropped off."

"Oh"

"What happened just now? Why did Duen Nao have to act so angry?"

"I'm just teasing you a little."

"Even though you like to tease, you can't tease someone you just met, right?"

"rapturous."

"May you be hated and despised."

“Oh.”

In conclusion, I achieved the highest total score, which secured my position as team captain once again. Even though I didn't want it that much, I had to accept it. From that day on, I did my best as captain, taking care of everyone on the team, ensuring no one got hurt, assisting the coach with the training plan and competition preparation, and teaching my teammates various techniques.

And it seems that I am truly hated, just as Field cursed me. Duen Nao barely talks to me. Whatever I say, he just nods as if to say, “I know, but I really hate you, you fucking captain. Can you please get the hell out of my way, you son of a bitch?”

"Cat," I called out loudly. The people around me giggled and waved for the cat to come over. At first, it was standing there talking with another friend, looking cheerful. But when it heard me call it a cat, it glared at me.

"Go die, you fucking bastard!"

“I’ve been told to die ten times a day already,” I muttered to myself. “Come here, meow, meow.”

"Go meow with your mom."

“Where did all this anger come from?” I teased. He sighed and walked over to me. I started discussing today’s practice, what went wrong, and what needs to improve. “Do you understand?” It nodded.

"What's up?" I asked again.

"Oh, I understand."

"Yeah, great. I'll reward you," I said as I pulled out a cat treat from my bag. I saw a female friend in my class give a cat treat to a stray cat around here, so I asked for some. I intended to use it to tease it. I saw it twitch its eyebrows when it got angry, and it was amusing. I tore open the envelope and held it up to his mouth, which made him frown even more.

“Eat it, meow meow.”

!!!

Suddenly, I was punched in the face by the other party without warning. I staggered back a little. It didn't hurt much, but I didn't understand what was happening. I raised my hand to touch the corner of my mouth, where there was a little blood.

“What?!”

"I should be the one asking what's wrong with you!" he shouted back. My teammates rushed over to stop us. Before I could do anything, I was held down. They were probably afraid that I would accidentally punch back.

"Hey, I was just kidding. Why are you so angry?!"

"I can't stand it anymore, you damn bastard!!"

"Do you really have to endure that much! With the word cat?!"

"A cat is my mother's name, you animal!!"