Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 68

Kim Donghu was always good at sports. He had a natural talent for physical activity.

‘Yeah, I already knew that.’

And it was something that Baek Sangha, his gym coach, prided himself on knowing better than anyone. Having taught Kim Donghu for now eight years, Baek Sangha thought there was little left that could surprise him about Donghu’s abilities.

But now?

‘What is even happening right now?’

Throughout the sparring session with Kim Donghu, Baek Sangha couldn’t shake off the shock. In sports, experience is critical. No matter how well someone moves, in the end, it’s always about who you’re up against.

When there’s an opponent, variables come into play, and even if you execute a move perfectly, you may still miss your target.

That was why, despite recognizing Donghu’s talent, Baek Sangha had always said there was room for improvement.

In a real fight, with a live opponent instead of a stationary punching bag, even geniuses struggle to control the variables.

‘Was I wrong about all of that?’

Watching the sparring unfold before his eyes, Baek Sangha realized that everything he knew was being shattered.

Bam!

A punch flew like a bee, and Donghu’s footwork fluttered like a butterfly. It was reminiscent of someone he had seen in an old video—a legendary boxer.

While distracted by the graceful footwork, the next thing he knew, a punch had landed, perfectly aimed. There was no missing, no glancing blows, just pinpoint accuracy.

Thud!

Even though it was a sparring match, and Donghu wasn’t hitting with full force, Baek Sangha felt the blow reverberate through his body, deep into his core.

Huff, huff.

His breath was becoming ragged. How much time had passed?

He glanced at the clock.

‘Damn.’

He thought he had endured a hellish amount of time, but only 1 minute and 10 seconds had passed. He still had to survive another 2 minutes before this sparring session was over.

‘Was it a mistake to ask him to go all out?’

With a growing sense of regret, Baek Sangha tightened his guard. At the same time, he realized that he had already started using all of his strength.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap.

Light jabs tapped against his gloves and abdomen. Baek Sangha knew he had taught Donghu these techniques, but he had never taught them in such a savage, refined way.

He snuck a glance at Donghu’s face, and immediately felt a pang of despair.

‘Donghu, I’m your coach, but you look way too relaxed.’

Out of politeness, he could at least pretend to be breathing hard. Yet there he was, still calm, breathing steadily.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap, thud.

The light jabs suddenly changed direction, tapping his abdomen again, but deliberately avoiding a liver shot. It was obvious.

No one would believe it, but Baek Sangha could tell from that movement alone.

‘Donghu’s going easy on me.’

It was the first time Baek Sangha had ever experienced such a feeling in his life.

He had thought moments like this were long behind him, but here he was, realizing that one of his own students was holding back.

‘Still, Donghu, my spirit is as youthful as yours!’

Muttering some old-fashioned encouragement to himself, Baek Sangha decided to muster his strength and show what he had left.

Only about a minute remained. He was determined to show the authority of a true coach.

“Master! Don’t do it!”

Donghu’s urgent shout interrupted him.

“Huh?”

Baek Sangha looked around, but it was too late.

Thud!

Donghu’s punch landed squarely on Baek Sangha’s liver.

It was the worst possible scenario.

Donghu had been aiming for his stomach, but Baek Sangha had twisted his body to go all out, and his liver had met the full force of Donghu’s punch.

“Ugh...!”

No matter how long you’ve trained, there’s no way to strengthen your internal organs. Baek Sangha fell to his knees immediately.

“Master, are you okay?!”

Donghu, panicking, rushed to support Baek Sangha, who managed to choke out a few words with all his remaining strength.

“D-Donghu...” “Yes, yes! What do you need? Are you okay?!” “When people ask where you learned to fight... you’ll mention me, right? You’ll say I taught you, won’t you...?”

Plop.

“...”

Donghu let go of Baek Sangha with a look of exasperation.

Once again marveling at the power of Sims: The Real Life, Donghu checked the time and quickly grabbed his clothes.

“Master, I’m going to head out now.” “Hm? Already? Ah, right... today is the premiere of Ilshik.” “Yes, I have to watch the live broadcast.” “I have a TV here, too. How about watching it with me?” “I’ve already made plans to watch it with my friends.” “...So, after beating me up, you’re just going to run off to see your friends?”