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Semantic Error Prologue (1/25)

In a seminar room at a university, more than half of the students were asleep.
In a large lecture with more than 100 students, it was impossible even for the
professor to keep everyone focused.

Moreover, the presenter who appeared on the podium did not have a corner
that drew attention to his appearance.

The presenter was dressed in a loose-fitting checked shirt and dark blue
jeans that never go out of fashion, and his face was hard to see because he
was wearing a black ball cap.

However, when he pressed the laser pointer to play the presentation material,
the eyes of the bored onlookers were stained with astonishment.

The font size, which seemed to be written in 93 points, was also a pressure,
but the fact that the font was Gulim was the most surprising. No, is Bo x
Bono fed blurry in the background the most serious problem? Or is it the
sincerity of painting each letter in a rainbow color?

“I will begin the presentation.”

The presenter moved on to the next slide with an indifferent expression, as if

laughing at the audience's reaction. This time, only the subheadings were
written in yellow letters on a black background, but the readable font and
terrible font size were still the same.

“In this presentation, through the reputation of famous graduates of Hankook

University known to society, I tried to find out how effectively honest,
creative, and passionate people, the ideals that Hankuk University pursues,
are being produced, while recognizing desirable personalities. It defines and
seeks what kind of role and role the current students will play in the future…
.”

The students, who had run away from sleep after seeing the shocking PPT
screen enlarged by the beam projector, soon began to doze off again. The
presenter's voice was dry and not high or low. Besides, no matter how long I
waited, the first sentence didn't finish.
“First, it is a talent that corresponds to an honest person.”

The presenter investigated in detail whether the talent training listed on the
Korea University website was actually working and concluded that it was
not. The graduates he cited as examples were politicians who were
disqualified from serving as members of the National Assembly due to
fraudulent convictions, professors who fabricated papers, and entrepreneurs
who accepted job offers for money. The content was quite deep and logical.
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The content was unusually deep and the presentation was logical. It was rare
for a student to work so diligently on a group assignment for a class that
lasted only two credits. Unfortunately, by the end of the presentation, it
seemed that less than ten people, including the professor, were listening.

The presenter emphasized honesty and fairness and ended the presentation,
which lasted a little over 10 minutes, but the applause was low.

"That is all."

But as he turned the last page, the small audience erupted in astonished
exclamations. Even the students who were dozing off without interest in the
presentation paid attention to the presentation screen.

The professor raised his glasses with an absurd face, and the students
murmured. Looking at the noisy classroom, the presenter, Cho Sang-woo,
thought that the popular character put in the background drew a good
response.

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A student entered the professor's lab wearing a hat. The professor asked him
to sit down with a puzzled look on his face.

“Welcome, student Sangwoo. It's nothing different, I called because of

today's announcement.”

“Has there been a problem?”

“The content was impressive. but… .”

The professor lifted the attendance sheet with a puzzled face. Student Choo
Sang-woo made a surprisingly in-depth presentation, but this was a joint
project. There were three more people in his group.

“Did the other members of the group participate at all?”

"yes."
The student answered without a change in expression.

“Tell me specifically.” “Originally, I was

only supposed to research materials for Part 1 and produce presentation

materials. However, the person who decided to research the second part did
not keep his promise to send the data by 6

o'clock yesterday, so I completed it instead. The presenter said that it was

difficult for her to attend class because she was sad that her aunt and
grandmother passed away. So I did that too.”

“There is one more left.” no

one has ever seen

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“That person has never been seen in the first place.”

The professor nodded and checked the attendance sheet three times. Then he
looked closely at the attendance sheet to see if he had found anything.

“There is a graduate-to-be in that group. I asked for your understanding by e-

mail saying that I could not attend this week inevitably because I was abroad
to participate in the contest award ceremony.”

“I heard that there is someone holding a contest.”

The professor looked at the

students. “Isn’t it too much to take out the name for a reason?”

"no. I don't think so.”

“Why?”

“I would consider it if I had been contributing and missed class today, but
that person has never attended a class meeting and has not helped me with
the assignment.”

The professor pushed the attendance sheet forward.

“Look here. It says everyone was present except for the last time and this
time... .”

"well. I think he attended by proxy.”

The professor's expression changed strangely at the student's answer.

"okay. all right. Let’s go now, student Choo Sang-woo.”

"yes."

The student bowed his head and left the lab with the same calm face as when
he entered.
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Semantic Error Episode 1 (Vol. 1) (2/25)

The 1st semester of the 3rd year is over. The hardest thing for Sang-woo,
who had a tight semester with 23 credits, was the 2-credit liberal arts class,
which was not a notoriously difficult major subject. The

'Character Education for Korean University Students', an essential liberal

arts lecture that cannot be graduated without taking the course, consisted of
simple lectures and simple joint presentations.

The presentation topic was so easy that I thought it was funny at first. Even
after knowing that one of the members of the group was not coming to class
at all, citing the contest as an excuse, he didn't think it was a big deal. But
someone got an award and someone took a dive the day before the
announcement. It was a task that would have been completed in one day if I
had done it alone from the beginning, but I spent time contacting the team
members and sending materials, and I spent all my time and nerves.

Sang-woo was annoyed, but after the presentation, he forgot the bad
memories. However, after the grades came out, a minor problem arose.

Free Ride 1: You forgot my name?? How can you not attend because your
grandmother passed away??? 10:04 Free ride 2: In the

end,

your personality has risen. Are you satisfied? ^^ÿ 15:29

Free ride 3: Thanks to you, you look like you can’t graduate. Look at me,
junior 20:23

On the day the score came out, messages flooded Sang-woo. Two of them
sent messages one by one and it was over, but one kept begging me to meet
and talk and even called and blocked the number.

And vacation came. Sang-woo planned to cut classes the following semester
and produce a mobile game. For him, he taught himself a programming
language during the week and worked part-time at a PC cafe on the
weekends. Daily life went smoothly, but there was one thing that bothered
me.

It was a Saturday, when I was working at the PC room as usual, and two
college students came in and played games all day. Sang-woo overheard
their conversation in front of the checkout counter.

'Don't you know? Jaeyoung doesn't look like he can graduate.' Why did you
say you were going to study abroad?
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'why? You said you were going to study abroad.'

'Two-credit textbook, that... tenacity. Someone screwed up the substitute

attendance and got an F.'

'Couldn't it be corrected?'

'The professor must have said that he couldn't look at a kid with a twisted
face.'

'It means talking to the person concerned.' It

was a story I had heard many times. Sang-woo kept eavesdropping on their
conversation while pretending to search the counter.

'But he doesn't answer the phone.'

'Which course is it?'

'Is the machine a computer? If they find it, they will kill it. They ask for the
address, but no one knows. Fucked up.'

'Wow, you twisted it. You look like a bastard who can live without the law.'

It seemed that Sang-woo was caught up in a very bad person. There were
frequent conflicts while attending university, but we have been able to
resolve them well so far. When he was a freshman, he almost got into a fist
fight with a senior who forced him to drink Poktangju, and even ended up
reporting at a newspaper after refusing to pay the student dues. There were
times when I bumped into a passerby on the street and it turned into a fight,
and there was an incident where I went to the police station because of an
argument with a person who cut in the line, but it was a minor thing
compared to not being able to graduate.

Sang-woo seriously contemplated whether to change his cell phone number,

but he didn't do anything because he didn't do anything wrong and it was
ridiculous to be scared all the time. However, since that day, whenever a
notification pops up on his phone, he has developed a habit of getting
nervous.
Visual Design Department Senior Han Soo-young: Junior developer ^^! I'm
sorry that I won't be able to do the project because I got a chance to get a job
in a hurry.

The message that arrived after a long time contained hopeless content.
Senior Han Soo-young was so busy that the progress was slow, but the
drawing was awesome. Sangwoo I had already conceived the game for her
tile, but the designer changed it.
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Since we had already conceived the game to match her style, changing
designers was bad news.

There were too many irresponsible people at school. At least, is it fortunate

that this person left a successor behind? Even then, there was no guarantee
that he was a talented student.

That's too bad. I liked your drawing. 12:33

Visual Design Department Senior Han Soo-young: That friend is better than
me~ No worries!

12:34

Please give me your phone

number. 12:34

Visual Design Department Senior Han Soo-young: The phone book

disappeared a while ago and there is no contact number;; When we met
yesterday, he told us the exact meeting place and time. He's in the same class
as me, and his name is Jang Jaeyoung!^^ 12:40

all right. 12:41

Sang-woo finished the conversation with her and headed to school. The
meeting was at 4:00, but I arrived three hours early to organize the character
drafts and sketches. Senior Jaeyoung Jang of Visual Design Department.
Whether it was a man or a woman, what style it was, I couldn't tell anything
other than vague information that I had skills just by looking at the message.
I had doubts that he would be busy because he was in high school, or that he
would disappear midway through getting a job like senior Han Soo-young,
but I thought I should meet him first.

Sang-woo cleaned up his seat at 15:55 and climbed the stairs. I arrived at the
small conference room on the 3rd floor of the library that I had reserved
online in advance and took out my notebook and writing utensils one minute
before the scheduled time.
However, the designer did not appear.

If it was another promise, I would have left without looking back, but since
it was a project that I couldn't do alone, I needed a designer. Sang-woo took
out his cell phone and played games for 10

minutes.

The designer did not appear.

Could it be that I misunderstood the time, or did Han Soo-young

misrepresent the time and place of the appointment, or did he change his
mind, or was he busy? Another 10 minutes passed while I came up with a
question for which I had no way of knowing the answer. designer did not
appear
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The designer did not appear.

'It's human garbage.'

Isn't there a decent person compared to a person who doesn't keep time?
There's no way that a project with someone like that will go well. Another
10 minutes passed while it simmered inside.

The designer did not appear.

'It's really the last.'

Sang-woo waited another 10 minutes because he looked at senior Han Soo-

young, who was talented and kind. I persevered with the heart of a master,
but the designer never showed up.

He clenched his teeth tightly and rose wildly from his seat. Sang-woo was
reluctant to waste any kind, but he hated wasting time the most. But just as
he was about to grab the handle, the door swung away.

“Is this right?”

Sangwoo looked at the opponent with an angry expression. A man wearing a

loose black beanie hat walked in with an impudent expression and sat across
from Sang-woo. A large pair of glasses draped over the tip of her nose, and
three metal piercings hung from one ear. When I came to the meeting, I was
empty-handed. He removed his hands from his pockets, rubbed them
together, and raised his head.

"uh!"

The moment their eyes met, he pointed at Sang-woo with his finger. "why?"

Sang-woo inadvertently touched my cheek, wondering if something was on

my face. The opponent looked surprised, but the wide-opened eyes gradually
got smaller and returned to their original size.

Sang-woo had no intention of working with this person, but he was forced to
sit down because he thought he had to follow the minimum steps. I
intentionally didn't look at the man's face and held the pen.

“Are you a senior designer?” "yes."

“Did you hear what I was doing?”

"Roughly?"

Action game production in progress

frame war base

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“I am in the process of making a 2D action game. It is based on the Cocos2d
framework, and the genre is set as an adventure from the point of view of the
main character for children.”

But the man didn't seem to listen to Sang-woo. He sat back in his chair, his
legs trembling, then took Sangwoo's notebook and slurped it without
permission. “You worked hard.” As I put in some kind of chuimsae.

Sang-woo took the notebook again, opened it to a blank page, and put it on
the desk. He took a file out of his bag and handed the man a draft the former
designer had drawn up. The game title, overall concept, and character design
were detailed on the paper. The man lowered his eyes and looked at the
document without speaking.

“It’s not very funny.”

He muttered to himself so that everyone could hear it, then took his eyes off
the paper on which the draft of 'Vegetable Man' was carefully arranged.

“I was originally a good friend, but I did it roughly. I didn’t put any effort
into coming up with the concept, and the sketching was easy.”

As the man pushed the document forward, the wind lifted the paper and the
corner caught Sang-woo's nose.

Sang-woo put the paper down on the notebook with a firm expression. When
I installed it, I tried to explain everything even if it was hard, but my
patience showed the bottom. Sang-woo thought it would be better to
organize the place without wasting energy on useless things.

“I don’t think it suits me. I will find another designer.”

I was about to put my notes and documents into my bag when the man
suddenly asked.

“Are you that good at coding? How far can you go if I ask you to implement
something?”
“Anything as long as the design is good. Almost all functions required in a
2D action game can be implemented.”

“You are very confident.”

That word sounded like he was ignoring Sang-woo. Are you saying this
because you're a student, or are you saying this because you noticed that
you've just returned to school after being discharged? Sang-woo got a little
confused, so he answered with strength.

“I am particularly confident in debugging and optimization. I once made a

household account book app in high school, and an HTML5-based arcade
game… .”

"It's not like that." The draft

man who said that the man stopped talking by raising his glasses cracked it
up.
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The man put his glasses on and cut off. He continued by poking his finger at
the paper on which the draft of 'Vegetable Man' was arranged.

“Because it doesn’t mean that it works well. Games should be fun. The feel
of hitting and how natural the animation is is a box office factor, and not
only the graphics but also the BGM are important. That's why I can't trust
the eyes that OK with this kind of project. Can I trust my junior and invest
my time like gold?”

He was an unpredictable person. It seemed light as a feather, but suddenly

showed a serious side, and Sang-woo was nervous.

“If you leave it to me, I will do my best.”

After answering politely, I felt unfair. He was the boss and the employer, but
there was no reason to cringe like a subcontractor. Sangwoo straightened his
back, sat up straight, and crossed his arms.

“By the way, senior, do you have experience participating in mobile game
production?”

It was the right counterattack at the right time. I was thinking of leaving the
conference room without even looking back if I was fooling around without
any skills.

"no."

"good bye."

“I have quite a bit of web experience.”

Sang-woo, who was about to get up, paused for a moment. If you're good at
web UI design, it's hard not to develop apps. Because the object size is
smaller and you need to pay attention to optimization, but it is essentially the
same. Besides, the senior who introduced me to this nerd said as if he was an
amazing person.

“Can I see your portfolio?”

The man laughed and took out a tablet PC from the inside pocket of his coat.
After a few touches, he handed the device to Sang-woo.

Sang-woo looked at the side-scrolling portfolio page with works displayed

against a white background. I checked the work carefully by clicking on the
thumbnails and enlarging them one by one. Web, poster, logo, and
illustration, the man knew a lot.

In addition, all of them seemed to have a high degree of completion unlike

student works. 'It's better than most pros.'

Efficiency Pass Conciseness Pass Color Use Pass Illustration Qualification

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UI Efficiency Pass. UI concise pass. Pass color use. Illustration Eligibility
Passed. In particular, his drawing style is unique and full of vitality. Sang-
woo erased the draft of

'Vegetable Man' from his head.

“I don’t hear people saying I don’t have skills anywhere.”

He glanced at Sang-woo's expression and said.

"It's all done by you, right?"

The man laughed off Sang-woo's valid question, then grabbed a pen and
started sketching in his notebook. He drew a carrot in 20 seconds, in a
completely different style from his predecessors. It was more rebellious and
decadent than before, but very stylish.

Sang-woo was convinced that he deserved to be loud.

'It's amazing.'

My heart was pounding. He deliberately put the brakes on before the

anticipation got out of hand. There was nothing to worry about.

“Are you able to invest your time throughout next semester?”

"yes. Because there was a setback in graduation, there was nothing to do.”

“If you get a job in the middle like senior Han Soo-young… .”

“Once a project is undertaken, I do it until the end.”

A person who was late for 40 minutes and thought he couldn't believe it had
the effect of suddenly appearing trustworthy. With that level of skill, Sang-
woo was willing to tolerate a certain amount of insincerity. It was a great
decision for him, who values sincerity above all else.

“Then give me your phone number.”

Sang-woo took out his cell phone and politely held it out, and the other
person dialed the number with his finger. Meanwhile, his complexion
changed. His frowning eyes slowly turned to Sangwoo.

“Is my number stored?”

“It can’t be.”

“Look, here.”

The man's neck was very sharp.

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The man's voice was very sharp. Sang-woo took the device back from his
hand without knowing why.

Calling Free Ride 3...

Sang-woo and the man were looking at the written words at the same time.
And soon his cell phone rang. The man with a cold expression took the
phone out of his coat pocket and laughed. Sang-woo looked at what he had
stored on his phone.

I got a call from the bitch!

Sang-woo was so flustered that he ran out of the conference room without
even taking his notes and pens. I ran away without looking back, so I didn't
even know if the man called me, followed me, or stayed still.

The memory of about 20 minutes had completely disappeared. Sang-woo

entered the house, locked the door three times, and took a deep breath.
Climbing the stairs, I fell and my knees were tingling. He took a water bottle
from the refrigerator and quenched his thirst.

"Nonsense."

Sang-woo stayed in a daze for a while before summoning up the courage to

take out his cell phone. There was no contact whatsoever. With trembling
hands, I unblocked 'Free Ride 3' and several messages and missed calls
popped up. In 'Free Ride 3', Jang Jae-young sent a long message to Sang-
woo 5 days ago asking for his understanding and meeting him. It was his
fault for not contacting Joe directly, but he explained the situation to other
members. In addition, there were several threatening messages.

Free Ride 3: You regret everything 2

days ago

And that was the end.

Sang-woo, who had been reading the message, calmed down again. The
person who I thought was a competent designer turned out to be nothing but
a conscienceless, incorrigible, and trashy personality. Rather, it was fortunate
that I found out before the project started. Expectations grew after seeing his
illustration, so the regret was just as strong, but I had no choice but to give
up cleanly. Sang-woo had no intention of collaborating with Yangachi, and it
was clear that he would not want to work with Sangwoo either.

i'm not wrong

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'I'm not at fault.'

There was an unexpected conflict, but it was all his fault and Sang-woo was
proud. However, the uncomfortable feeling did not go away. Sang-woo had
no reason to do so, but he checked his phone sideways and fell asleep late at
dawn.

When I woke up the next day, there was a message.

Free ride 3: Sangwoo, let's talk 09:02

Sang-woo rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the screen for a while. He
was called only by nicknames in the neighborhood from a very young age,
and because of that, he lived without a name throughout his school days.
After going to university, Sang-woo is a student, Sang-woo is a senior, and
Sang-woo is Sangwoo. In the military, Chuibyeong, Chuilbyeong,
Chosangbyeong, and Chubyeongjang. The only people in the world who
called him 'Sangwoo' were his parents.

You got the wrong phone number. take care. 09:01

Free ride 3: Choo Sang-woo / 25 years old / 3rd year of Comgong /

Returning to school in September after military leave / No clubs / No student
council

activities 09:02

Free Ride 3: If you're going to drop out or say something nice, let's see 09:02

The message contained something rather frightening. Sang-woo stared at the

phone screen and read it over and over again. Meanwhile, a new message
arrived.

Free ride 3: Come out to the school gate by 6:05 today Free ride 3: I

won't hit you 09:06

“You are laughing.”

Sangwoo smiled coldly and squeezed his phone. He hadn't done anything
wrong, and why should he listen to him?

What would you do if you did something behind my back? Have the police
say God
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'What would you do if you investigated my background? Why don't you call
the police?'

Sang-woo was the type to actively use public power. He knew exactly under
what circumstances to call the police.

I picked up my phone and read the message again step by step. I don't know
what to do with the meeting, but it was an obvious threat. However, he was
not afraid because there was no way the opponent could harm him. Sang-
woo was a diligent student who only attended classes and did not engage in
any other school activities. There was no one at school who could hit him
except the professor.

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And 3 days passed. Sang-woo thought the dirty dispute was over, but it was
a foolish mistake. It was natural if you think about it soberly. How long
could I have been able to avoid students from the same school while
working in a PC room near my school?

Sang-woo was filling the shelves with snacks when a group of men opened
the door and rushed in. The tallest man among them slowed down when he
saw Sang-woo.

“What are you dating? I just ate one meal... place."

I might not have recognized him if our gazes hadn't met in such an intense
way. They looked at each other as if time had stopped. Beyond the large
spectacles, emotionless eyes widened and narrowed terribly. As if the
background had disappeared, only the baby could be seen. For a moment,
various thoughts like 'I'm screwed', 'I'm annoyed', 'I want to run away' and so
on passed through my head. Sangwoo was a bit nervous and dropped the
snack even though he had no reason to do so.

He was preparing for a fight in his heart, but Jang Jae-young took the card
without pretending to know Sang-woo. After the group of five disappeared
into the smoking room, Sang-woo sat down at the counter again. I turned my
eyes to the books and notes of my major, but I couldn't concentrate well.
When I looked up, I saw Jaeyoung's head protruding from the monitor.
Sang-woo's gaze moved to the screen that told him what game he was
playing and which site he was accessing. Jaeyoung opened a game
information site and was accessing an online RPG game. While he went
through the hunting course a few times, played two FPS games, and moved
on to the MMORPG, Sang-woo read the book, but he couldn't turn the
pages.

'I wonder if it will pass like this.'

He threatened me with a message, so I thought he would use violence if we

met him, but judging from how quiet he was, it seemed that Jae-young was
thinking of burying the incident as it is. Sang-woo thought there was no
better ending than that, but it was an illusion mixed with hope.
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I thought there was no good ending. However, that too was an illusion mixed
with hope.

Customer No. 32 ordered: Spicy Ramen

'That's right.'

Sang-woo sighed and got up to cook ramen. It felt like it took longer than
usual to measure 450ml of water and boil it in a pot according to the recipe.
While he cut the noodles in half, put them in a pot, and served the soup,
Sang-woo remembered how he had resolved conflicts in the past. His
opponents were in a fit of rage, swearing and some even throwing their fists
at him. Sang-woo did not get emotionally excited, but logically refuted their
loopholes. I thought so this time too.

The smoking room was full of cigarette smoke. Sang-woo stood in front of
seat number 32

holding a tray with a bowl of ramen on it. The man with his back in his chair
was smoking.

When he put the tray down, he turned the chair and looked up at Sang-woo.
Today, he was wearing a bright red sweatshirt with a pattern on his chest that
made him feel mentally ill just looking at it. It really looked like a lamb. 'I
really hate it.'

He said the moment Sang-woo was about to turn his back.

“I didn’t know that a junior like you was working here.”

Jang Jae-young frowned slightly and put the cigarette out in the ashtray.
Then he slowly rolled his eyes and looked at Sang-woo again.

“Why are you contacting me? feel bad.”

Sang-woo had no idea how to respond. He was confident that he would

boldly stand up to anyone, no matter how frighteningly threatened or violent,
but no opponent had ever taken up a fight in such a quiet way.
“Sangwoo, won’t you answer me?”

Jaeyoung's voice was too soft for a fight. Sang-woo decided to lower himself
until he showed his true colors.

"Please speak." “You

have to make eye contact when you talk.”

It wasn't a difficult request. Sang-woo lifted the dog up and made eye
contact.
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It was not a difficult request. When Sang-woo raised his head and met his
gaze, he averted his eyes this time. He took out another cigarette, lit it, and
smoked in silence for a while.

Then, looking into Sangwoo's eyes again, he held out his right hand.

“We need to make a game together, how about reconciling first?”

The large hand that reached out to me was completely unrealistic. Sang-woo
felt puzzled.

“How do you reconcile when you’ve never fought? And I don’t work with
seniors.”

Jaeyoung nodded and raised his hand.

“Why did I ask to meet you?”

“I have no idea.”

“I lack imagination.”

“Meeting me doesn’t mean your grades will change. It will at least have an
IQ enough to enter a university, so seniors must know that much.”

Jaeyoung crossed his arms and smiled.

“What is the grade? When is the correction period over?”

“Then why are you holding on to me and harassing me?”

“What are you bothering? I was just trying to talk to him because he was a
junior introduced by Sooyoung and he had a project at stake. I tried to listen
to your story, clear up any misunderstandings, and move on.” “I

don’t want to talk about anything with you.” “Then you should have replied
like that.”

Sang-woo felt that the other person's tone became sharper.

"huh? Sangwoo. Fuck manners, where did you buy them from?”

Sangwoo thought that the skill of maintaining a calm tone while swearing
was amazing. I was fiddling with my cell phone with my hand to report any
signs of violence immediately, but this level was too weak. He was at a loss
as to how to respond. It's hard to believe, but I couldn't graduate because of
me.
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“It’s hard to believe that he only tried to tell the real story. You’re holding a
grudge, thinking you didn’t graduate because of me.”

I felt that if I apologized here, I might be able to move on, but Sang-woo
acted according to the manual. He had already entered the 'hostile'
command.

“I don’t know why it was my fault.”

When I was in middle school, I was slapped by a teacher for talking back
like this. I was living in self-restraint after being advised countless times to
change my life in order to have a good social life later, but sharp words came
out of my mouth. However, Jaeyoung replied as if it was not a big deal.

“If you hadn’t said unnecessary things to the professor, you would have
graduated, right? It was decided to study abroad, but it seemed like it was
canceled because of you. Because of the two credits, which is not a dick.”

"It's not my fault."

“Sangwoo.”

“Don't pretend to be friendly. If I could attend and graduate as a substitute,

all the students in the class would be fools. Do you see me as a Hogu bastard
who will put the name of a bully who is trying to get credits without doing
anything in an assignment?”

Jaeyoung didn't show any signs of being surprised by Sangwoo's objection.

“This is the style. It seemed like that.”

“Can I go, senior?” “No, I still

have something to say.”

He inhaled deeply, then exhaled the smoke.

“I don’t want to be judged by you. You're a pastor, you're a cop. Stop

preaching, you bastard.”
"all right. In the future, please don’t just live like garbage and contact me.”

"Fuck, that's really great."

Jaeyoung extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray with a cold expression and
met Sangwoo's eyes.

I apologize on my knees. Go to Haradi Sue and ask for credits instead.

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“Even if I get down on my knees and apologize? Did you go to your
professor and ask for a grade instead? If you said let's get over it, you
wouldn't have to pretend to be embarrassed. I was doing this to get you
arrested, right now.”

He seemed to be angry, but Sang-woo couldn't understand the complicated

words.

“I don’t know what you mean, so if you want something, just ask for it.”

It wasn't really my intention, but Jaeyoung looked attacked. He opened and

closed his mouth a few times as if he was absurd, then folded his arms and
leaned back. And he spat it out with a face full of displeasure.

“Say, 'I'm sorry you missed out on a great study abroad spot because of me.'”

It was not a difficult task. Sang-woo opened his mouth confidently, but no
words came out. It was because the sentences were mixed with untrue parts.

“Please fix two errors. It's not because of me that I couldn't graduate, it's
because I didn't have enough attendance days and assignments. And I am not
sorry.”

If you apply the feedback, it becomes 'You missed a good study abroad spot'.
I thought it didn't matter if I said that since it was actually a skill, but I heard
a sarcasm.

“This bastard is a total jerk.”

Sang-woo was not hit at all because he had heard it a lot. Jaeyoung turned
the chair back toward the monitor and stirred the bowl with chopsticks.

“It’s all blown, fuck.”

He held out the tray of ramen to Sang-woo again.

"take it."
Sang-woo accepted the tray without saying a word. Then, as he was about to
leave, Jaeyoung called

him. "hey."

"why?"

“Let’s never see each other again.”

It was nice to hear it. Sang-woo seemed to have defeated the enemy
unwillingly.
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It was a pleasant sound to hear. Sang-woo seemed to have killed the enemy
unintentionally. He was waving his hands with a tired expression.

“I finish work at ten o’clock, so please come after that.”

“Crazy bastard.”

'what? Human horses are Yang Archi. '

Sang-woo came out of the smoking room swearing inwardly.

return 0;

After resolving the dirty dispute, everyday life went on the same way. Even
though it was vacation, the life of studying in the school library continued
every day. There was one serious problem, however, that the designer
position for the 'Vegetable Man'

project was again vacant. I posted again on the school intranet that I was
looking for a graphic designer for action games, but no one contacted me.
For the next semester, with the intention of producing a game, I deliberately
made a timetable, so if I can't find a designer, the time will go up.

Other than that, there were no problems. That day too, Sang-woo studied as
much as he had set his goal and was on his way to the restaurant. As he
walked without thinking, he saw a box in front of him.

A student was struggling to carry a small box on top of a large box, but his
vision was blocked and he seemed to be blind. Given the length of her stride,
you could predict that her foot would soon be caught on the chin. Not long
after, a shout was heard.

"no!"

The girl reached out and ran out, but the box on top of it fell to the ground,
littering the road. Reading tables, cookie boxes, and tapes rolled down the
ramp. I feel sorry for that student, but Sang-woo was on his way to the
restaurant and was about to pass by.
"hey!"

But at that moment, she called Sang-woo. Sangwoo stopped.

“I’m really sorry, but could you please help me? I think I'm going to die
because it's hard... . If you help me, I will buy you food.”

“Where are you going?”

West Building Floor Lockers

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“A locker on the 3rd floor of the library.”

If it's a library, it's a 7-minute walk, and a meal costs 3,000 won. It was a
deal that far exceeded the minimum wage without the need to calculate.
After Sang-woo replied that he understood, he picked up the fallen items
with her and put them in the box. As I supported the large box with both
hands and lifted it up, the student looked surprised and did not know what to
do.

“Are you very heavy? I'll take the small one."

“Yes, it is very heavy. What did you hear?”

“Books and stuff… .”

The box was really heavy. Sang-woo took two breaks in the middle and took
off his padding because he was sweaty. The 7-minute distance increased to
15 minutes, and after moving to the 3rd floor, I lost all my strength. It took
too much energy to beat with just one meal. Sang-woo was regretting his
foolish decision.

“I lived thanks to my brother. Thank you so much.”

During those 15 minutes, Ji-hye Ryu, the opponent, elicited a statement from
Sang-woo and dug up basic information such as his student number and
department. Before I knew it, the title had changed from 'hey there' to
'brother'. she asked as she came out of the library.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“Give me a meal ticket.”

“Ah, what kind of learning are

you?” Sang-woo had a dark impression, so people didn't talk to him easily.
However, unlike other juniors, Ji-hye was fearless.

“I am so grateful that I have to buy you something really delicious. Just

follow me.”
"all right."

“Because I want you to let go.”

"okay."

They started walking. Wisdom said it would only take 10 minutes, but in the
end it took longer than that. Sangwoo is not a short distance just to have a
meal Didn't like the situation of having to move the
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I didn't like the situation of having to move the table, but since I had already
handed over the menu choices to Ji-hye, I followed her without a word.

“It's a pasta house, and it's really delicious. All of the pasta is delicious, and
the pizza is thin, so it goes really well. Last time I ate a pane, but I almost ate
the whole plate... . Plus, there is a 10% student discount. The part-time job
sisters and brothers are all so pretty and handsome... .”

Ji-hye was the talkative type, so even if Sang-woo didn't answer, she talked
well to herself.

They left the school and passed a bar street teeming with students. Wisdom
walked without hesitation down a relatively quiet alley and pointed to the
second floor. The signboard with the tree on it gave off a lofty confidence
that it was not a cheap shop.

Climbing the stairs and opening the large door, there was a jingling bell. The
spacious store was dimly lit and decorated in a warm atmosphere. After
questions and answers about whether they had a reservation or how many
people, they were guided to an empty seat.

“It’s certain that the part-timer is chosen as a face here. I'm not kidding,
really."

Wisdom looked around and made a fuss. As soon as he sat down, Sang-woo
looked over the menu and analyzed the items. The lowest price per unit is
14,000 won, the highest price is 23,500 won, and the average price is 17,400
won. Considering that the main menu consisted of boiled flour noodles, the
price was inexplicably expensive. It wasn't a price worth paying for carrying
a burden once.

“Are you okay with this price?”

“Sometimes it makes me feel, well. You just have to starve at the end of the
month.”

It wasn't a convincing answer, but I didn't have to worry about other people's
pockets. While Sang-woo praised Ji-hye for her hard work, saying that Ji-
hye was brought back to life thanks to him, he looked at unfamiliar foods
again. Fresca Citrus Salad, Cachuco Rosso, Fritti Italiani… .

"Would you like to order?"

As I was poking my nose at the menu, I heard a friendly voice from nearby.
Wisdom spoke first.

“I have one vongole pasta.”

"I am… .”

The moment he looked up to order the most expensive pasta on the menu,
Sang-woo met the store clerk's eyes. The words of wisdom were true. In the
eyes of Sang-woo, who usually doesn't care about other people's appearance,
the employee was a handsome man.
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Even in the eyes of Sang-woo, who didn't pay attention at all, the employee
was a rare handsome man.

Beneath the well-groomed hair, the slender face was smiling slightly. The
eyes without double eyelids were refreshingly large, and the bridge of the
nose was straight and the tip of the nose was sharp. He was a straight man
who looked good in a white shirt and a black apron wrapped around his
waist.

'By the way, where have you seen it before?'

There was a familiar corner on the man's face. When the thought crossed his
mind that he might have seen it on a clothing billboard or something, he
wrinkled one corner of his mouth and smiled.

“Brother, what are you

doing!” Sang-woo came to his senses at Ji-hye’s urging. He quickly ordered

pasta with lobster. The clerk wrote down the order on a memo and checked
the menu they ordered again.

“Do you need anything more?”

“Is there a discount for Korean University students?”

"sure. He is my classmate.”

The clerk marked something on the bill with a smile on his face. Ji-hye took
out her student ID card from her wallet and started flirting with excitement.

"i know. I met my brother a few times while passing by the art college. I also
watched the salesman play last year. Ugh, it reminds me of how hard it was
to get tickets.”

The employee received Ji-hye's student ID, looked at it closely, and returned
it.

“It’s French Language and Literature. Somehow, it looked really unique.”

Strangely, he looked straight at Sang-woo and said. The gaze did not look
very favourable.

"haha! I'm the only one majoring in French literature, and this older brother
is not. Sangwoo oppa, what class was it?”

Sang-woo didn't want to brag about it to strangers. Also, I thought it was

quite unfair for a man to stare at me in the second.

“Aren’t you working? If you take your order, stop.”

The moment I uttered the words, silence came. Wisdom is a person who
plays a ball movie.
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The moment I uttered those words, silence came. Ji-hye put on an expression
like someone watching a horror movie, but the employee's twisted smile
grew thicker for some reason.

“It’s nice that it stays the same.”

He muttered indistinctly, then gathered up his bill and pen. He then said that
it would take about 20 minutes for the food to come out. As he left, Ji-hye
looked at Sang-woo and asked.

“Brother, are you mad?”

"no."

Sang-woo answered truthfully, but Ji-hye didn't seem to believe it.

“I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry if you were offended. I make
mistakes sometimes.”

“You said no.”

"sorry!"

Wisdom lowered her head and rubbed her hands together like flies.

“Stop it. Because it is not.”

"yes… .”

“Because I want you to stop.”

Sang-woo turned his head annoyed and met the eyes of the male employee
who had taken their order. It was not intended. Because I was just looking
into space. Instead of averting his eyes, the man wiped his wine glass with a
rag and looked more closely at Sang-woo. Sang-woo had a snowball fight
with him for a while before turning his head away.

“That person keeps glaring at me.”

“It can’t be… . Huh, really.” “I think you

have a grudge against me.”

“Ah, no way.”

I was angry with the people talking about useless things. For example,
wisdom is
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They passed 20 minutes talking nonsense. For example, Ji-hye asked Sang-
woo in a very small way if he thought he could win a fight with that
employee. Sang-woo replied that he did not like violence and that if a fight
broke out, it would be best to give him a slap and report it to the police.

"ha ha ha. oppa is really funny It's not like that... .”

"what do you mean?"

“I don’t think you know what a joke is.”

“It wasn’t a joke.”

Wisdom kept her mouth shut.

The food came out while waiting in silence. The employee who brought two
bowls in one arm was making a strange expression. He put the plate down in
front of Ji-hye, then turned around and came to Sang-woo's side and put
down the other one. Then he whispered so high and low that only he could
hear it.

“I was just going to pass by, but now that I think about it, it pisses me off.”
"what?"

“Why are you here, you asshole? You want to try it?”

Sang-woo looked up at the man in surprise. His cold eyes were filled with
hostility. It was hard to understand why he was so upset over a single word.
Sang-woo concluded that he had mistaken him for a person.

"Do you know me?"

The man's mouth fell open at Sang-woo's answer. He looked bewildered for
a while, then burst into a sharp laugh. After a while, he stared at Sang-woo
and took out his glasses from his front skirt and put them on. As their eyes
met through the large eggs, a realization flashed through Sang-woo's mind.

The nerdy bully I met in the library conference room was wearing similar
glasses. Come to think of it, I think I grew taller. They were dressed so
differently, they didn't have earrings, and they had totally different vibes, but
they seemed to be the same person.

"ah… . Youngjae Kim.”

Sang-woo “Senior.” I added, but the man seemed already pissed off. He bent
down and whispered in Sangwoo's ear. You said that I would never lose you
again.
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"Didn't I tell you not to see me again? I really want to go back.” “I didn’t do
that on purpose. It's real.”

“Sangwoo.”

I got goosebumps at the unnecessarily friendly voice. Sang-woo shuddered

and pulled the chair back a little. Then the eyes without double eyelids
approached that much.

“Sangwoo, hyung is calling.”

“I only have one older sister.”

Even though I answered briefly, my voice cracked.

“You really can’t. Is there anything you don't like?"

“Senior.”

Sang-woo answered honestly, but the other person didn't blink an eye.

“What color do you like?”

“It’s red.”

Error color, red. Sang-woo generally had no regrets about all colors, but he
had never been happy with red.

“What animal do you dislike?”

“Homo sapiens.”

Are there any animals as imperfect as humans? It has no strong claws, no

tough skin, no lethal poison, and is driven by impulses and emotions. Sang-
woo glared at the crystal of irrationality standing in front of him.

“What food do you dislike?”

“Pasta.”
Sang-woo did not choose food, but at this moment, he hated everything
related to men.

“What is your favorite place?”

“Senior, a 10m radius.” so

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'So please shut up.'

After a dry dialogue, the man let out a stiff laugh and whispered lowly.

“I thought you were not normal, so I was going to just let it go, but I
changed my mind. Look forward to next semester.”

“Ah, yes. Hire a gangster. 112 I’ll keep it pressed.”

“I don’t have enough imagination.”

When Sang-woo remembered what to say, his back was already far away.

“Do you think you are very close with that brother?”

Wisdom said brightly. She had already eaten half of the pasta.

“No, not at all.”

"but. My older brother’s name is Jaeyoung, not Youngjae.” Sangwoo pushed

his fork into the plate, but he had no appetite.

“Aren’t you a famous theater member? My friend watched his performances

and attended design classes, so I know a little bit about him. When I was 20,
I heard that JS Entertainment followed me to become an actor... .”

"stop."

"yes?"

“Tell me something else.”

Wisdom, who had been speaking steadfastly under any circumstances, was
silent this time with a sullen expression. Sang-woo suppressed his anxiety by
stuffing the pasta into his mouth, which felt worse than a 3,000 won school
meal.

What does it mean to change your mind? I couldn't help but care. He never
wanted to be involved with that bully again.
return 0;

While studying during the week and working part-time on the weekend, the
new semester quickly approached. In his spare time, Sang-woo prepared for
the classes he would take in the next semester and read the books in
advance. Engineering students are required to take courses in the name of
knowing the humanities Except for the two required subjects, it will be
difficult because they are major subjects.
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Except for the two liberal arts courses that require compulsory education, all
of them were major subjects, so there seemed to be nothing difficult.

So far, I have taken more than 20 credits each semester, but this semester, I
emptied my time to make a game. After trouble with the designer, the plan
went awry because the right person couldn't be found. However, the course
registration period had already ended, and I did not want to change the
perfectly planned timetable. Sang-woo's timetable was perfectly balanced on
Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and was designed so that
he could eat lunch right after class.

Month: (1) Intermediate Chinese (2) Engineering

Mathematics 2 Tues: (1) Embedded Systems (2) Number

of Algorithms: (1) (2) Popular Culture and Cultural

Theory Thu: Same as Monday

Friday: same as Tuesday

A new semester has begun.

As always, Sang-woo woke up at 8:30, exercised briefly, took a shower, and

ate cereal with milk.

The next order was brushing teeth and rejoicing. Clothes were hung in the
order in which they were washed: tops on the top of the hanger, and bottoms
on the bottom. Today it was my turn to wear a black T-shirt and black cotton
pants.

He tied a belt around his waist, combed his hair with his fingers, and wore a
black ball cap. He wore black padding and tied a scarf around his neck. I left
my room with my backpack on my shoulder and got on my bicycle. As
usual, 9:16 was displayed on the electronic clock.

The time to pass through the main gate was 9:24 as always. It was a pleasant
start. I used to get upset if I was delayed by a minute or two because of
traffic, but that rarely happened.
I left my bicycle in the storage room and headed to the College of
Humanities. Upon entering the building, the stairs unfolded. It takes 0.9
seconds to climb one step. There were a total of 64

platforms, and there was a short corridor at the end of each 16. It took 61
seconds to get to the 4th floor, where the Chinese classroom is located.

Thirty minutes before class started, I opened the door to Room 403 and
entered. There was one student in the class who came early and took the
front seat. Sang-woo headed to the fourth row as if it were natural.

what
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“… what?"

Today, however, the bag was placed on the far right desk. Sang-woo only
blinked at the unbelievable sight. He has never had a history of being robbed
of a seat in six semesters.

I always sat in the same seat, and it was hard to even assume that I would sit
in a different seat and listen to the class.

4th row rightmost. In the place where you can meet the professor's eyes at
eye level without having to bend your head and look up at the podium, there
was no case that you could not see the letters even though you could see
visual materials or writings at a glance. The wind from the heater and air
conditioner did not hit the skin directly, and the thermal conductivity was
low because there were no windows. Also, since one side is a wall, it gave
an overwhelming sense of psychological stability compared to other seats
surrounded by other students on all sides.

'Who the hell are you?'

Sang-woo is slightly annoyed, but there is no system for reserving seats in

the classroom like in the library, so anyone can freely choose a seat. Even
though he had no choice but to sit to the left, Sang-woo continued to worry
about the seat next to him. I opened my Chinese textbook, but I couldn't
concentrate at all.

'I'll politely ask if I can change seats.'

After making up my mind, I felt a little more stable psychologically. He

didn't believe in the jinx of the first button, but Sang-woo didn't want to sit
in the wrong seat from the first class and feel unfamiliar.

As class time approached, students came in one by one and sat down.

“Oh, hello.”

A young-looking male student nodded to him, but Sang-woo pretended not

to know. He was the first person to see it.
"oh! See you here again?”

This time, a female student said hello, but Sang-woo didn't know who she
was.

Students continued to enter the classroom, but the owner of the bag still did
not show up. A leather bag with a long strap that can be worn sideways.
Sang-woo wanted to get rid of it and move to the side, but he held it in.
Because the act of putting a bag in a specific place was an implicit rule
formed to mean taking a seat.

Sue came in a minute before ten o'clock and handed out handouts.
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Three minutes before ten o'clock, the professor came in and handed out
handouts. After saying a few words of pleasure, she found a student.

“Has our teaching assistant not come yet?”

It was a great passion to hear that there was a student who preoccupied the
position of teaching assistant in liberal arts. Volunteering as a teaching
assistant gives you an opportunity to get to know the professor, and you
usually get extra points, but many students are reluctant to do trivial things.
As the students looked around with curious eyes, the student who had just
entered through the back door raised his hand.

“Here, Professor!”

“Jaeyoung! It's been too long. Why is intermediate Chinese suddenly?”

“I still have grades. Language gets rusty if you don’t practice it.”

"yes. That's a really good attitude. Guys, this is a Jaeyoung student who will
help us for a semester.

Everyone who lived in Hong Kong is a senior, so if you don’t know

something, ask a lot. In the future, you can give the assignment to that
student.”

Sang-woo, who was looking through the handout, was startled, but assumed
it was someone with the same name.

Because it's such a common name.

At that moment, I heard a leather cross bag lying on the desk to the right and
someone sat down.

Even though I didn't want to look there, my head turned on its own.

The red padding on the red fur hat stood out, but it stood out too much.
When I took off the padding, a red jersey came out. He was holding a can of
red Coke in his hand. I'm glad I didn't wear red pants. Sang-woo opened his
mouth, but he was too dumbfounded to say anything.
“I didn’t know you heard this either.”

Jang Jae-young took a sip of cola with a shameless face.

'Who is saying who is an asshole?'

Sang-woo couldn't keep his mouth shut even though class started.
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Semantic Error Episode 2 (3/25)

The first time I saw Ttorai was at the freshmen welcome party in the first
semester of my third year.

Because the MT location was jointly set, the CD department, Comgong, and
freshmen were sitting in the same restaurant with a few tables between them.
Even though they are the same age, they feel different from each other.

Unlike the design and dining table, where everyone tries to look unique and
dizzy, the Comgong and the side are achromatic seas, so it seems that there
are rules that can be caught if they splash. Even if you compare the number
of children who dyed their hair, you can tell how different their views on
expressing their individuality are.

(1)

Jaeyoung saw him while he was drinking and drinking with the freshmen.

'no, I do not want.'

Jaeyoung had a good eye, but it was impossible to remember in detail the
appearance of a person he had seen four years ago. Besides, he was not
particularly outstanding in appearance. So far, all that has remained is the
impression that he is moderately ordinary and has a rather temperamental
appearance. One peculiarity was that his neck was exceptionally thin, so his
eyes stayed on him.

'Are you not drinking? Do you believe in religion?'

'It doesn't matter if I drink it, but I don't want to drink now.'

The college and the freshmen were confronting each other over the poktanju
rolled into a bowl of makgeolli. At that point, it wasn't even a fuss in the
design department that an idiot appeared in the next department. The
delegates stopped what they were doing and watched the fire on the table
next to them.

'Does your senior look funny? Are you rebelling?'

'It's not because it's the alcohol that my senior gave me, it's because I don't
want to drink it at this point.'

Jae-young remembers how he clicked his tongue, saying that he was careful
to say a sound that would not work. In the computer science department,
where 90% of the students are male, there was a culture of raking in ramen.
The outliers who insist on not drinking are religious people or allergy
sufferers at best, but for no reason, the exaggeration of computer technology
was enough to make me angry.
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But for no reason, the exaggeration of computer engineering was just crazy.
Then, it would have been nice if it had ended, but the matter escalated as the
hype, drunk to some extent, screamed to bring it back. A normal kid would
have given in then, but the idiot picked up his cell phone.

'What are you? Where are you calling?'

'A police station.'

It was really upsetting. On one side, they reach out to steal their cell phones,
the idiots run around the meat restaurant to avoid them, and the overcrowded
com-gong screams at them to bring them back. It was an amazing sight.

Jae-young, who was playing Buddhist scriptures in the neighborhood,

intervened as the situation became serious. It was Jae-Young's achievement
of stealing a cell phone, throwing away the battery, and preventing the
exaggeration of a computer technician who installed a frying pan in a hand-
to-hand combat. In the meantime, did you get a bruise on your cheek from
being beaten? I couldn't remember exactly.

MT was a piece of shit, but college students drank heavily and played on the
mess. The ttorai, which became a fresh side dish, was ground into powder
and chewed like a squid. The exaggeration of Comgong finally declared that
he would kill the fucker... .

Seeing that the idiot still keeps his head up, it seems that it was not as easy
as it sounds. In fact, it would have been difficult to bully him for not
participating in clubs, not participating in student council activities, and only
taking classes. It seems that the Computer Engineering College has tried all
the evil that a sophomore can think of, but I heard that the idiot was not hit at
all. Eating alone as if it were natural, ignoring swearing, and sometimes
dialing 112 on your phone when bullying goes too far (saying that there are
signs of assault, blocking the way so you can't go to class). What was even
more surprising was that Ttorai was a very diligent and even outstanding
student. There were even rumors going around between Comgong and the
kids that he was a machine and spoke programming languages like his
mother tongue. The incident in which he occupied the tower despite all kinds
of obstruction would have remained a dark history of the Kum Gong hype.
Up until this point, Ttorai was only a distant gossip to Jaeyoung.

(2)

He was sitting in a liberal arts class the following semester.

At that time, it was impossible for Jaeyoung to wake up in the morning

because he usually stayed up late drinking. I was always late and had no
choice but to sit in the very back seat, but the idiot always sat in the same
seat in front of him. Even in a hazy mind, the impression that the neckline is
strangely white like a man is vivid.
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The impression that her lines were strangely pretty and that her skin was
white for a man remained vivid. Jaeyoung couldn't concentrate because he
was looking at his neck.

However, no conversation took place between the two. Since Jae-young

stopped attending the class at all because it was annoying from the middle,
the idiot was forgotten from memory for a while.

(3)

One day, Jaeyoung ran into an idiot in front of a store. He looked at

Jaeyoung with slightly raised eyes that gave off an air of indifference to
world affairs.

'Senior, please return the 850 won I borrowed 3 days ago.'

He said so out of the blue. Perhaps because he is the owner of the nape of his
neck that he always peeped at, Jaeyoung took out a 1,000 won bill while
feeling absurd. After receiving the money, the idiot lowered his eyes and
checked it as if it were a counterfeit bill. The eyelashes were dense. He
couldn't see well because of the brim of his hat, so Jaeyoung felt he wanted
to take off the stuffed ball cap on his head.

'I need to give change, but I don't have a 50 won bill.'

'You don't have to give it to me.'

Despite Jae-young's disapproval, he ran to the store to make coins. Then he

came back and put 150 won on Jaeyoung's palm. At that moment, a kind of
triangular composition was formed as the idiot ran into a tall male student.
When the male student greeted him, the idiot looked at the student and
Jaeyoung alternately as if embarrassed.

'Wait, did I borrow money from you? Was it another child?'

A tall male student said to the idiot.

'It's me. And 850 won.'

'it's okay. Take 1,000 won.'

Ttorai received the money from the male student and passed it on to
Jaeyoung.

'I mistook you for someone else. Please give me another 150 won.'

Jaeyoung took the bill and returned the coin feeling like an idiot. The idiot
handed the coin to the male student and then suddenly disappeared.
Jaeyoung stood there for a while before he could understand the situation.
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After standing for a while, I could understand the situation. The tall male
student didn't have a single corner of him that looked like Jaeyoung, but he
had one thing in common. He had bleached his hair lightly.

After finishing the second semester of the third year and enlisting in the
army, the absurd incident had long been sunk in the memory. Jaeyoung, who
returned to school after being discharged from the military, was very busy
with classes, outsourcing work, sports, and theater club activities. So there
was nothing to think of Rai again.

In the 2nd semester of 4th year, in the last semester, which is extremely busy,
Jae-young could not refuse his junior's earnest request to act as an MC at the
school festival. He hosted a few events and used the interludes to walk
around the campus with a broadcasting department camera, holding a
microphone and giving interviews to students.

(4)

Jaeyoung met him again in front of the College of Engineering.

A black ball cap tightly worn down, a checkered shirt with a dark green
background, dark straight jeans, and old sneakers. Compared to when he was
a freshman, he was less pale and delicate (looking at his tanned skin, he
seemed to have been in the military), but his indifferent eyes were the same.
Jaeyoung rushed impulsively.

'How are you enjoying the festival, student?'

He was glad to see the idiot he hadn't seen in a while, and he mistakenly
thought that he would recognize himself out of some kind of confidence.
However, the idiot didn't even look at Jaeyoung's face and answered.

'I don't buy it.'

Jaeyoung was annoyed at that moment, but he himself doesn't know exactly
why. He didn't give up and caught up with the idiot who was striding
forward and pushed him once more.

'The camera is taking pictures, student. How are you enjoying the festival?'
'This culture must end. I'm not interested in the festival and I don't enjoy it at
all, so don't force me to enjoy it.'

While Jaeyoung stopped with an absurd feeling, the idiot went far away. On
the outside, he giggled with his juniors from the Broadcasting Department,
saying that there are strange babies in the world, but Jaeyoung was furious
on the inside.

However, he was on a winning streak so that such a trivial incident could not
spoil his mood. Jaeyoung, who is about to graduate, won the grand prize in
the branding international contest and went to the awards ceremony held in
Singapore.
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After receiving the award, he went to an awards ceremony held in
Singapore, and was accepted into a master's program at a prestigious design
school in the United States based on several awards and a robust portfolio. In
the second half of the semester, he took advantage of his status as a
prospective graduate and skipped classes, preparing for a graduation play
and going around playing tangja tangja.

It was a day without regret. Until a result like the thunderbolt of the blue sky
comes out.

Personality education for students at Korea University (required liberal arts)

- Fail Verdict - No Graduation

I really didn't know that a two-credit liberal arts lecture would catch me. It is
a worthless subject that puts more than 100 students into a classroom, gives
them a moral lecture that they can't listen to, and then kills time with a
presentation at the last minute. Everyone was forced to take it, but it was a
rubbish class that no one cared about because it was almost guaranteed to
pass if you attended.

Jaeyoung never showed up. Due to my personality, I hated those subjects,

and I didn't have the energy to pay attention to them because of the
competition and theater club activities. However, I later found out that the
junior was in a similar situation.

'Brother, I'm really sorry. I have nothing to say... . In fact, I'm broke too.
Even though I attended, I got 0 points for the assignment and got an F. The
leader without blood or tears... . I'm dying of sadness because my aunt and
grandmother passed away, but really... .'

Jae-young hurriedly bought a green tea set from Jeju Island and went to the
professor to repent of his mistakes and explain how great he had been
accepted into the graduate school and how he would show the world the
status of Korea University and Korea, but failed to correct his grades. The
professor replied in a tired tone.

'It's a pity, but it's difficult. The head of the administrative department of the
College of Arts came and went, but I couldn't help it. If you're going to
graduate and it's hard to attend class, why don't you tell me first? These
days, the issue of proxy attendance is also published in the newspaper, so it
is difficult to just skip it. If no one knows... . That student was stubborn.'

In other words, it sounded like you only needed to persuade the leader.
Jaeyoung, furious, got the phone number of the leader from his junior and
contacted him, but the ignorant bastard chewed up his message and didn't
answer the phone. It seemed that Jaeyoung's number had been blocked.

It was vacation, so I had to go there myself, but it wasn't easy to find the
address. As a returning student, there were no refresher activities at all, so
the Comgong office said they didn't know the address. The movie
appreciation club, the a capella club, the judo club, and any club list has
Choo Sang Woo.

As things fizzled out like there was no name, the grade correction period
ended.
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There was no name. As things fizzled out like that, the grade correction
period ended.

Jaeyoung was devastated, but since the reason he couldn't graduate was
basically his own laziness, he was able to laugh it off after a few days. The
situation was so funny, and I got used to it because I was teased so much at a
drinking party, and after chewing the leader carefully with my friends, I was
able to brush it off.

That's how Jaeyoung was able to afford. Even if graduation was delayed, it
was not too late among the male students with military writing skills. In
addition, the portfolio was so solid that I was confident that I could easily
get a job or study abroad even if I had been playing for half a year.

'Hey, nice to meet you. There were rumors about not being able to graduate?
In the meantime, why don't you play a mobile game project?'

'What game? Is it a student project?' 'huh.

The developer is rumored to be a genius in the computer industry, so he's

really good at it. would be fun If you don't have anything to do, stop playing
and try it.'

'If so, it's just a matter of passing it on.'

'… that's right.'

Han Soo-young was the same age as Jae-young, but she was a female
student graduating this year after taking a long break. She was going to go to
graduate school at Korea University, but she was in a hurry to organize her
personal affairs as she joined a large overseas company.

'Look at me. There is no bird to worry about there. It's because the developer
is a bit sensitive. If you don't, go to a meeting instead and explain that I can't
make it. huh?'

'Bare mouth?'

'I'll buy you a drink when it's all over next month.'
It was Jaeyoung who was playing games in the club room because he had
nothing else to do. He pretended not to win the swimming request and
accepted it.

(5)

Ironically, an idiot was sitting in the conference room. A freshman who

talked back to his senior without blinking an eye, a male student whose nape
was as white as snow, and an idiot who couldn’t recognize his face no matter
how many times he ran into them were in front of him. Apparently, he didn't
recognize Jaeyoung this time either.

The completely unexpected meeting went quite well.

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The meeting, which I did not expect at all, went quite well. At first, Ttorai
looked at Jaeyoung suspiciously, but his reaction changed when he looked at
his portfolio. Jaeyoung's expectations grew as he had heard rumors about his
coding skills. I was just annoyed at not being able to graduate, but something
interesting happened.

'Then give me your number.'

I also enjoy the honor of getting a number from a nerd. But again things
went wrong.

When Jae-young was confronted with the fact that 'Daddy = Leader (Chu
Sang-woo)', the bastard disappeared from the conference room leaving a
note. The sadness that had been buried deep in my heart, that I couldn't
graduate because of only two credits, was revealed and my stomach boiled. I
tried to relieve stress by calling him out and admonishing him, but he
chewed the message again.

Jaeyoung was very, very, very angry. However, the grade correction period
was long over anyway. Killing a nerd didn't mean he could graduate, nor did
he know his home address.

I had no choice but to move on as if it had never happened.

(6)

One free weekend, Jaeyoung went to play games with his friends and saw an
idiot.

A part-time job at a PC room doesn't suit you. Several ways to harass him
came to mind on the spot, but the idiot was not an opponent that could be
harassed in a normal way anyway. Jaeyoung decided to be cautious because
he knew of a precedent where others had failed.

But playing games in front of him upset my stomach and I couldn't

concentrate at all.

Jaeyoung impulsively ordered ramen. It wasn't the intent to urge her to boil it
over and over again. I just wanted to see the expression of apologetic
expression, or, if not, the expression of embarrassment.

But the ttolai acted shamelessly. Jae-young sympathized with the feelings of
others who tried to bully him, and in the end he cursed and got angry.

'In the future, please don't just live like garbage and contact me.'

It was the first time I had ever seen such a poorly socialized pup. Jaeyoung
wanted to punch him like a chimney, but when he hit him, it was obvious
that he would type 112 on his phone without showing any sign of pain.
Jaeyoung endured this day as well.

After observing Lai for several years, no matter what others say, he has a
vague fondness for him.
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I had been observing the idiot for several years, and no matter what others
said, I had a vague liking for him. Originally, Jaeyoung was attracted to the
heretical type that did not belong to the normal category. But how crazy
should it be? When I got involved with myself, I became disgusted with it
rather than interesting, and I wanted to stop seeing that bastard.

(7)

Then one day, an idiot who never wanted to see her again suddenly appeared
at Jae-young's store with a pretty girl. Because Jae-young helped open the
store she ran at the request of her close sister, the fact that he works here is
quite famous in the area.

Jaeyoung's blood pressure rose the moment he entered. Even my heart was
pounding when I approached directly to receive the fight that I had walked
without fear.

However, Ttorai only ordered pasta and did not recognize Jaeyoung. It
wasn't smoke. Even though their eyes met, they glanced at each other as if
they were seeing each other for the first time. Emotions welled up in her
heart, twice as intense as all the anger she had ever felt against him. Why?

While the food was served, I pondered why I was so upset, but there was
only one answer - extreme indifference.

Things like the welcome party for freshmen, the 850 won incident, and
interviews have been around for so long that I'm afraid I'll forget them.
However, in a situation where someone failed to graduate because their
actions were the trigger, wouldn't it be that if they were human, they would
have to think about the other person's feelings and at least pretend to be
embarrassed? Especially if the other person showed a friendly gesture first.
It seemed that his mind was filled only with the thought that he had done
nothing wrong and that he should get out of here quickly.

'Ah, Kim Young-jae... . Seniors.'

Furthermore, it was obvious that he did not recognize Jaeyoung as a person

and thought that something was barking loudly. That's why you don't
recognize her at all because her clothes and accessories change a little.
Jaeyoung had never seen an opponent that made him feel so ignored.

The anger Jaeyoung felt went to a slightly strange place. If Kum-gong and
Hwa-dae, who were shouting at him to bring him back, wanted to trample on
the idiot, Jae-young wanted to make him care. Just as much as you care. Jae-
young hoped that the idiot's nonchalant eyes would be distorted by intense
emotions, whether it be disgust or whatever, and that the name Jang Jae-
young would be engraved on his head, which was supposed to be tidy like a
machine.

there's something I don't like

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'Is there anything you don't like?'

'Senior.'

Then it was so easy. As soon as the day was over, I started planning. The
notebook that the idiot threw away in the conference room contained the
subjects to be taken in the next semester.

Jaeyoung re-planned the timetable by referring to the chart. From then on, I
sold my feet.

'Do you know a student named Choo Sang-woo? He's a male student who
always wears dark clothes and a black hat.'

I asked the security guards at the front and back gates, restaurant food
service, nutritionist, canteen owner, administrative part-timer, librarian,
futsal field construction worker, and students who took the same class last
semester. Then came the funny result.

'I know that student well because he rides a bicycle to school at the same
time every day.' (security)

'I always buy and drink the same coffee at the same time. He didn't even say
anything else.' (shop owner)

'That boy, last semester, he came in at 4:02 every day without missing a day.
I didn't need a watch.' (Librarian)

'You mean the boy who walks alone every day? You must pass here exactly
at 41 minutes. And around that corner, be sure to throw the coffee can in the
second trash can. I guess he doesn't like other trash cans.' (Construction
worker) 'He always sat in the same spot. It was probably like that all
semester.' (Student) The chew was more serious than I

thought.

Others have already shown that you can't even scratch him in the usual way.
That's why you need to find a way to do it through yeokjisaji. Jae-young
sought a way to break down Cho Sangwoo's perfect daily life.
The day before school started, he was looking forward to the day he would
go to school more than anyone else.
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Semantic Error Episode 3 (4/25)

Sangwoo couldn't concentrate at all in Chinese class. The intruder sitting

next to him constantly turned the pen with his finger, trembled his legs non-
stop, and hit Sang-woo with his elbow once in a while. That made a 50-
minute class feel like five hours.

The moment the class was over, I felt fortunate. Sang-woo stood up without
even looking at Jaeyoung, who was preoccupied with painting the end of the
desk with a pen. He headed to the next class faster than anyone else.

'I thought you weren't normal, so I was going to just move on, but I changed
my mind. Look forward to next semester.'

Does the fact that he changed his mind mean that he will attend the same
class and disturb me?

An ominous feeling welled up in my heart, but I tried to deny it. It won't be.
It must have been a coincidence that the subjects overlapped.

After running away in a hurry, in the classroom, in the seat where Sang-woo
always sits, another bag was placed there. This time it was a navy blue
backpack. It was unfortunate that there was someone in this class who knew
the perfection of that position. Sang-woo calmed himself down with a deep
breath, sat down next to him and opened the book, but he was so angry that
he couldn't see the text. The pages on which the fist was placed were wet
with sweat. To have to see that demon every Monday morning, and not be
able to concentrate in class because of it!

While I was cursing inside, the owner of the backpack arrived. Sang-woo
was not interested in who he was, but his head turned by itself this time.

Red padding, red jersey, red hat, Coca-Cola!

His adversary hung both his crossbody bag and backpack on a chair and sat
down. Sang-woo just stared at him blankly for 30 seconds. Jang Jae-young
took a sip of cola and smiled. Sangwoo thought this was not the case and got
up from his seat, but he couldn't miss class. He moved to a seat furthest
away from Jaeyoung.
Class started soon. Su broke attendance and it was Jaeyeong's turn to take off
her glasses.
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Class started soon. While calling attendance, the professor raised his glasses
at Jaeyoung's turn.

“Jaeyoung Jang, Department of Visual Design. Would you like this class?”
“I really like math, Professor.” “That’s right, engineering

math?”

The professor was intrigued, but Sang-woo was upset. He wrapped his head
in despair and missed four minutes of class. Even after that, it was difficult
to concentrate. It wasn't the seat I always sat in, so the angle of the
professor's view was different, and it seemed like I couldn't hear his voice
well, perhaps because of my mood. It was the worst because the atmosphere
felt more cluttered than usual.

When class was over, Sang-woo ran out of the classroom like a bullet. I had
never felt such intense anger. He maintains his composure under most
circumstances, but it felt like an Achilles tendon had been stabbed.

Sang-woo almost ran and stood in line in front of the restaurant. I put my
hands on my knees and was catching my breath when I caught the end of the
red padding that I didn't want to see at the end of my vision. Jang Jae-young
was talking to the students in line behind him as if Sangwoo was not paying
attention, but Sang-woo became afraid of him. It was fortunate that he didn't
talk to her, but now the fact that he was by her side seemed like it would
cause hives.

The time for the line to fall felt long depending on the day. It was 2 minutes
earlier than usual when I sat down at the Korean food corner. Still, Sang-
woo was trembling with anxiety.

"Oh, there's a seat right there!"

'Finish?'

Dirty forebodings did not escape. Jaeyoung, who was walking around
holding a plate, passed many empty tables and sat next to Sangwoo who was
eating in a corner.
i) Go to another seat: He follows and the same happens. wasting time ii) Be
still: nothing happens. After going through a simple simulation, Sang-woo
ignored him and ate. “Brother, brother, brother! Why are you educated?”

That's it, you bastard is Ranman

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"I know. It's been a long time. ”

“I heard that you didn’t graduate after swearing at the professor, is that
true?”

“No fuck, who is it?”

And I saw an amazing sight. Even though I deliberately chose a secluded

seat, the table was filled one by one just because Jaeyoung was sitting next
to me. Sang-woo ate without knowing whether the food was going into his
mouth or his nose because of the people and excessive noise around him.

After eating, I checked the time and it was 12:22, six minutes earlier than
usual. Sang-woo got up quickly with an empty plate, disposed of the
leftovers quickly, and drank five glasses of water from the sink. My stomach
felt bad, it seemed like I had an upset stomach because I ate rice in a hurry.

Sang-woo came out through the back door and stopped at the store. He drank
canned coffee from the 'Black Holic' brand after every meal. I prefer this
product because it is the cheapest and the quantity is appropriate.

After passing the snacks corner, ramen corner, and ice cream corner, three
beverage refrigerators appeared. Sang-woo stood in front of the third
refrigerator and looked at the fifth shelf.

'what? Where are you?'

No matter how much I rolled my eyes, the seat where the coffee I always
drank was displayed was empty.

Sang-woo was not the type who was accustomed to unexpected situations.
He stood in front of the refrigerator for a while, devastated, in the face of a
situation he experienced for the first time after entering college, and then
approached a middle-aged woman who managed the store.

“Aren’t you bringing Blackholic in now?”

“Ah, student! that is… .”

She averted Sang-woo's eyes as if embarrassed.

“A student bought it all yesterday afternoon.”

Sang-woo felt that the sky had collapsed. There was no need to ask which
student did it. Since the cause was clearly known, the important thing was
the post-mortem response.

“So when are you coming in?”

“I don’t think it will take two weeks because it’s not a popular item?”

had no choice but to pick up a can with a design similar to that of Black
Holic and calculate it.
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Reluctantly, he picked up a can with a design similar to 'Black Holic',
staggered out of the store after paying the bill.

Has there ever been such a messed up day in his life? Have there ever been
days when things didn't go as planned? In short, there was not a single day.

Sang-woo walked in a daze. There was a promenade that he walked around

while eating and drinking coffee. The 11-minute walk through the trail in the
mountain behind the school always energized my daily life.

Sang-woo walked slowly and remembered the unpleasant things that

happened today. It wasn't just one or two odd things. How did Jang Jae-
young know Sang-woo's timetable, where he sits and what kind of coffee he
drinks? like a stalker.

“You can’t go in this way.” "why?"

“It is being used by the theater department.”

The entrance to the promenade that Sang-woo always uses was blocked. It
wasn't an outrageous situation, but it was suspicious that this had happened
today. Because it's never been like that before.

Sang-woo had no choice but to walk the other way. I took a sip of the coffee
I was holding in my hand, but it was so sweet that I frowned. After passing
the futsal field, a worker who was resting in front of the construction site
spoke to Sang-woo.

“Student, why are you out there today?”

What are you talking about in the first place? It was a day when so many
strange things happened.

Sang-woo threw the canned coffee down the drain and walked in front of the
College of Natural Sciences.

“… … .”
It's probably no coincidence that the second Recycle Bin I always use is full.
Sang-woo had been throwing cans only in that trash can so far, because there
was no fear of it being full. Throwing a can into the third bin didn't feel
right. In addition, the can hit the entrance and fell off, so I had to pick it up
and throw it away again. Sang-woo trembled and headed to the library.

'You can't bully me here.'

The West Wing is a reservation system, so Sang-woo, who always reserves a

seat at midnight, leaves.
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The library has a reservation system, so Sang-woo, who always reserves a
seat at midnight, never loses his seat. Sang-woo stormed in, sat down in
front of the computer, ordered the books he needed, and checked out new
books on the shelf. And in the reading room, I sat in the far right seat of the
fourth desk I had reserved in advance. The seat was next to the theology
corner, where students don't come often, so it wasn't crowded, and there
were no windows, so there were no distractions. Sang-woo had never sat
anywhere else.

My heart sank for a moment when I saw the bag placed next to me, but
luckily it was a white eco-bag, not the backpack or leather crossbody bag I
saw today.

Sang-woo opened his major book and started studying. I went to the
bathroom once in the middle. When I returned to my seat, there was a can of
coffee on the desk.

i) Did I purchase? N ii) Can

you see the owner looking for the item? N iii) Is it

useful to me? Y (reason: 'black holic') He reached for the can after going
through a three-step algorithm. The moment I opened the lid and was about
to drink it, I saw a post-it attached to the coffee. It was such a strange
handwriting that it would be a shame to even call it a new development.

Jaeyoung Jang's property

Sang-woo frowned as if he had seen a disgusting insect. Then a hand

appeared from behind his shoulder and snatched the can. Sang-woo's gaze
went up and met the eyes behind the large glasses.

“See you again.”

“… … .”

Jaeyoung hung the backpack, leather crossbody bag, and white eco bag from
the desk on the chair. The reports were hard to believe. Here was a bastard
who carried three bags purely to fool others. He took off his red fur hat, put
it on the desk, and went away.

Sang-woo broke the lead twice because he gave too much strength in his
hands. Cockroaches are more annoying when out of sight than when they are
right in front of you. To Sang-woo, Jaeyoung Jang was exactly like that.
Even if he wasn't sitting next to me right away, I couldn't study because I
was worried about what he was doing with that creepy red beanie on my
desk.

Jaeyoung soon returned with a few books: The history of sex and the pattern
of gassm.
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Jaeyoung soon returned with some books. <The History of Sex>, <The
Nature of Orgasm>, <The Beauty of the Nude>. Having borrowed three
books like mine, he tilted his chair back and flipped through the
bookshelves.

'You pitiful bastard... .'

I tried hard not to look there, but I kept hearing the sound of flipping books.
Besides, he kept banging his legs, making the desk shake. If there were at
least one other student, they would have joined forces and noticed, but Sang-
woo was the only one at the desk. It was a desk for eight people, but it was
too obvious that Simbo would sit close to it and shake the desk.

anger = defeat

ignore = win

Sang-woo had a fight with an interested person in high school, so he knew

how to respond. No matter how great the reason, it's just a psychology
similar to a barbary man who takes off his pants in hopes that the opponent
will be surprised. Jang Jae-young wants Sang-woo to lose his composure and
collapse, and to curse in anger. However, even though I knew it in my head,
my patience kept showing the floor. Sang-woo tried to endure it somehow,
but the moment the desk was shaken and the lead was broken, his legs
moved on their own and he got up. After organizing the writing utensils,
covering the books, and roughly putting them in the backpack, Jaeyoung
stretched and stood up. He followed suit as if it were natural. I wasn't even
surprised anymore.

Sang-woo decided to ignore him. However, while going down the stairs,
anger accumulated, and after almost bumping into him in front of the
building, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I confronted Jaeyoung Jang.

It was like a duel scene in the wilderness. Looking at their expressions,

Sang-woo with his distorted face would look like a villain and Jae-young,
who is full of composure, would look like a hero, but the situation was the
opposite. When Sang-woo faced the villain who was harassing him, a gust of
wind passed between them, like a directing in a game. Sang-woo wanted to
pull out his weapon and stab him like the protagonist of an RPG game.

“Are you crazy?”

A weak attack did no damage to the enemy. Jaeyoung seemed satisfied to

hear that.

“Senior, are you a stalker?”

“Stalker, your junior’s range of behavior is obvious.”

Jaeyoung covered his mouth and yawned, putting his hands in his pockets.
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Jaeyoung covered his mouth and yawned, then put his hands in his pockets.

“Everyone knows that I do the same thing at the same time, in the same
place, every day. Did you think you wouldn't be seen if you wore dark
clothes? You stand out a lot more than you think.”

“How did you know the timetable?”

He took out a familiar note from one of the three bags and threw it at Sang-
woo. It was a notebook he had left in the meeting room and had Sang-woo's
timetable drawn on it. As Jaeyoung took a few steps closer, the height
difference, which hadn't been so obvious from a distance, became clear.
Sang-woo opened his eyes wide to avoid losing and looked up at him.

“You can’t graduate just because you’re like this. Why waste your time?”

“I would do troublesome things because I like something. You should have

touched me.”

"What's the point of torturing me?"

"just… . It’s a matter of mood.”

Jang Jae-young, who grinned, looked like a villain. Sang-woo felt goose
bumps on his arms. Was the premise that he was a human with minimal
rationality wrong?

Jaeyoung was just making incomprehensible noises. Don't you usually harm
others for your own goals? What if you're a sadist who just takes pleasure in
the bullying itself?

“How am I going to stop it?”

"well. I haven't thought about that yet. Try to be compliant even now. Like
regretting that you didn’t care about anything in the past.”

“I don’t feel sorry for what I did wrong.”

“Or wait until I change my mind. I tend to be moody.”

“I thought you were just trash, but you are a great psycho.” “I hear that a
lot.”

An invisible spark seemed to fly between the two. A sneer came to Sang-
woo's lips without even trying.

I'm very scary before I think it's a pub, but it's scary
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“You may see me as a very hunk, but you are greatly mistaken. I'm not afraid
of anything, and in my life, I've eradicated all idiots, trash, and interest
seeds. What you are saying is nothing to me.”

When I deliberately bluffed, Jaeyoung laughed happily.

“Hearing that makes me even more angry.”

“Let’s try to do well, Psycho senior.” "huh. I don’t have anything to do

anyway, thanks to my stupid junior.”

Sang-woo roughly turned his back and approached the bicycle tied in front
of the library. Covering it with his back to prevent Jae-young from peeping,
he unlocked the bike and jumped on the bike.

'It's not like I missed the wind.'

If the bike is touched, you will have an excuse to call the police right away.
However, unlike I thought, the bike ran fine. Sang-woo just came home
earlier than usual.

I parked my bicycle in front of the studio and went up to the 4th floor. When
I unlocked the door and returned to my room, my mind and body calmed
down. Sang-woo lay down on the bed without changing clothes and rested
for a while.

'What kind of lightning is this?'

suffered all day I couldn't concentrate in class, I ate lunch, I ruined my walk,
I couldn't study at the library.

Contrary to what he said to Jaeyoung, Sangwoo Lee was not confident. This
Jang Jae-young was different from the villains who had passed him by.
Careful, sensitive, and weak, he did nothing illegal and seemed unlikely to
give him a chance to fight back.

'There is only one solution.'

The only way is to stand strong and let him fall off in exhaustion. No matter
how bad Jang Jae-young is, he can't digest it like 'Engineering Mathematics
2', and even if he takes classes with you, he won't listen to the end of a
subject that won't help. Anyway, it will be 2 weeks at most. This is because
you can freely cancel classes for two weeks, but it is impossible after that.

2 weeks. It might be painful, but it's not that long during a semester. If you
close your eyes and endure, good days will come.

'Still annoying.' Sang-woo

had something in his heart filled with resentment. He couldn't tell anyone.
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Sang-woo felt resentment welling up in his heart. It was a pain that I couldn't
tell anyone. I had very few friends, but I wouldn't sympathize with him if I
said he was stressed because he had his seat taken away and someone sat
next to him. That day, Sang-woo had trouble sleeping.

return 0;

The next day, and the long-awaited second day of the new semester.

Sang-woo got out an hour earlier than usual and got on his bike without any
energy. Normally, I always get eight hours of good quality sleep, but today I
woke up once in the middle because I had a nightmare, and I only slept for
four hours, so my physical condition was not good. A red padding came out
in the dream, but when I unzipped it, sharp teeth appeared and tried to bite
Sang-woo.

When I woke up, I felt ridiculous, but in the dream I was terrified and ran
away.

'Let's wait for two weeks.'

Sang-woo gritted his teeth and recited a magic spell. The unfounded anxiety
that my stable life would collapse kept welling up, so I had to calm myself
down often. There was no alternative.

That's why I can't change the subject I have to take (Jang Jae-young will
come after me anyway), and I can't take a leave of absence because of an
unfortunate incident like this.

When I passed through the front door, the electronic clock showed the time
8:24. Unlike the previous day, I went to school early to secure a seat. It was
early, so there were few students on campus. Sang-woo parked his bicycle in
front of the library and headed to the Engineering Building where his class
was held.

As soon as I opened the door to the classroom, I immediately despaired. It

was because a leather bag was placed on the rightmost desk in the fourth
row. When did he come and take his place? After a month, I ran and
inspected the bag closely, but the truth was unknown.
'Did I leave it yesterday?'

Sang-woo thought of a shocking possibility. No matter how you looked at it,

he didn't look diligent.

It was more reasonable to say that he had left his bag the day before than that
he had come early in the morning and left his bag.

Anyway, today was a defeat. Sang-woo had no choice but to sit in the
farthest place from the seat. The classroom, which had not yet turned on the
heater, was as cold as outside. As I sat without taking off my padding and
scarf, I fell asleep. I didn't get enough sleep, so that was understandable. I
opened the book to prepare for study, but the letters kept looking blurry.

'It's a big deal if I fall asleep in class like this.'

So you'd better get some sleep before class starts.

Machine Translated by Google
Rather, it would be better to get some sleep before class begins. He closed
the book and used it as a pillow for the first time. I put my cheek to my
major book and closed my eyes, and my consciousness quickly faded.

“… 30 points are assignments and the remaining 20 points are final

assessments. My office and e-mail address are listed in the syllabus, right?
The student to be interviewed can go to the teaching assistant or send me an
e-mail directly. Now, let's see the problem."

When Sang-woo opened his eyes again, he heard a monotonous voice. And
the red color was filling the whole field of view. Apparently, I was sitting far
away from the seat he had assigned me, and Jaeyoung Jang was right next to
me, with a face full of ridicule.

Sang-woo quickly raised his upper body and checked his watch. It was 14
minutes after class started.

Looking around, I saw that each student was looking at a sheet of work that
had been printed out, but there was nothing on my desk. flutter. Next to him,
Jaeyoung held the A4 paper between his fingers and shook it.

'That bastard... .'

Sang-woo hurriedly looked at the other students, but no one had extra
handouts. However, when I interrupted the professor and asked for a new
workbook, I was embarrassed because I had been silent until now. Sang-woo
gritted his teeth and held out his hand to Jae-young.

lowered his voice.

“Give me, my print.”

“Have you left it? This is mine.”

"You're not going to study anyway."

Jaejoong's eyes narrowed. Thin paper fluttered at his fingertips. Sang-woo

tried to reach out to pick it up, but Jae-young grabbed the print from the back
and couldn't reach it.
Jaeyoung folded the paper in half. Then fold it in half again. Sang-woo
watched what he was doing with a nervous feeling.

“If you want something, you shouldn’t ask politely.”

Jaeyoung, dressed in red and whispering in a low tone, looked like a devil.
The handout Sangwoo needed was now in the shape of an airplane, wedged
between his index and middle fingers.

liquor tax
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"please."

“More earnestly.”

“Because it’s different.”

"leaving out."

The moment the professor turned his back to the students while writing, a
paper airplane flew out through the slightly open back door, drawing a gentle
parabola.

Sang-woo got up from his seat, suppressing the rising anger. After all, it was
a foolish idea to get anything from Jang Jae-young. He squeezed between
the tightly packed desks and stepped forward to grab a copy of the printed
matter piled up on the podium. Just then, the professor turned around and put
on a cold expression.

“What are students doing?”

"sorry. I didn’t receive the materials, but I couldn’t tell you because I was
afraid it would interfere with the lecture.”

"It's not because I've been dozing since the first hour."

The professor clicked his tongue and put on a pathetic expression.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

"yes?"

"restroom."

Sang-woo took the question paper and went out the front door without
knowing why. He was not a student who was loved by his professors by
raising his hand during presentations or visiting the lab separately, but he
naturally gained the trust of professors at the end of the semester because of
his high completion of assignments and high test scores. This was the first
time I had been filmed by a professor like this from day one. In addition,
Professor Choi was an important major professor who mainly taught 4th
grade subjects.

Entering the bathroom, Sang-woo almost screamed. His reflection in the

mirror was strange. A thick black mustache was drawn under his nose. I
hurriedly turned on the faucet and washed my face with water, but nothing
happened.

'I have to go back soon... .'

Sang-woo rubbed the soap on his palms and quickly rubbed his philtrum.
The black graffiti was erased little by little, but very slowly. Sang-woo
couldn't believe that he was wasting his lecture time on useless things like
this.
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I couldn't believe I was wasting so much of my time on such a pointless task.

'I was carefully painted as a college student.

19 minutes flew like that. When I tried to go back to the classroom, I saw
that there was only 5
minutes left, and I felt like I would only get a glare from the professor if I
went in for nothing.

'What did I do so wrong?'

Sang-woo suddenly felt regret. Since I was doing the assignment alone, I just
informed the professor the truth. Jang Jae-young's not graduating, I don't
know if it's unfair to me, but after all, it was self-inflicted. Because of that, it
was too harsh for him, who had done nothing wrong, to lie on his back
outside the classroom during class.

“You bastard like an error!”

Sang-woo spat out the worst curse he could think of. An error was also an
error. If it is caused by a typo or a formal error, it can be easily corrected, but
logical errors will appear even if you think you have coded perfectly, and
they are not easily caught even if you search the entire code. Jang Jae-young,
who suddenly appeared and disrupted Sang-woo's daily life, was no different
from such a semantic error.

After class, the students were pushed out. Sang-woo walked against them to
his seat and grabbed his backpack. I saw a red padding at the end of my
vision, but I ignored it and left the classroom. Jang Jae-young's goal is to
piss off Sang-woo. I didn't want to elevate him by showing his expression.

After losing the face, it collapsed like a piece of Jenga had been accidentally
removed. Sangwoo sat in the leftmost seat in the second row, hidden behind
a pillar, and did not see the professor's face throughout the 'Algorithm' class.
He thought it would be better not to attend class than to sit in such a
position, but he had no choice but to be far away from Jae-young, who
entered the computer engineering and major classes and took the best seat.

After that it went on just like the day before. Sang-woo received Korean
food and took a seat in the most remote part of the restaurant, while Jae-
young left many seats and sat next to him and ate silently.

I cleared the tray and went to the store, feeling like I was going to be
dumped, but of course there was no coffee Sang-woo wanted. The walk was
also canceled because of the guys from the theater department.

After sitting in a reserved seat in the library, I was exhausted. It had only
been two days since the bullying had started. That's why, how can I
withstand that psycho's air raid for two weeks?

“You work hard today too, junior.”

It was a fantasy theory that appeared in a book borrowed by Jang Jae-young.

Machine Translated by Google
Jang Jae-young appeared with a borrowed book. Today was a fantasy novel.
He sat in a poor posture and quietly opened the book, but Sang-woo opened
his eyes. Just looking at his face now made his stomach boil with anger.

'Where can't I report it?'

crime:

- Walking around in red (not illegal) - Taking up a

seat (not illegal) - Sitting next to you

(not illegal) - Leg breaking

(ambiguous) - Spinning a

pen (ambiguous) - Selling

out coffee (not illegal) ) - Filling the

trash can (not illegal) - Not handing out

handouts (not illegal) - Graffiti on the

face (guilty) - Existence (not

illegal)

-…….

The more he pointed out his faults, the more he seemed to be shabby. The
drugged villain did not utter abusive words that could be caught and did not
use violence. As if he entered and exited Sang-woo's head, it was not a big
deal to others, but he chose only the things he disliked and gave him pain.

'You're like a bug.'

Sang-woo glared at Jae-young, who was giggling at the book. He was

leaning back fully in his chair, putting one leg on the other knee and bobbing
loudly. Sang-woo felt a strong desire to hit the back of the head, which was
covered by the red hat.

I couldn't do anything for a while because I cared about Jang Jae-young, but
things got better as time passed. It was because his enemy, who was reading
a book, yawned and started sleeping on his stomach. Fortunately, he fell
asleep peacefully, not snoring, gnashing his teeth, or talking in his sleep.

As Naja falls asleep, those who are presumed to be Naja's friends giggle.
Machine Translated by Google
After he fell asleep, his supposed friends giggled and took pictures, and a
few female students wandered around whispering, but it didn't bother him
too much. Thanks to this, Sang-woo was able to partly fulfill the purpose of
coming to the library.

At the point where two hours had passed, Sang-woo put the book and pencil
case in the bag, being careful not to wake Jae-young. But the moment he
pulled out the chair, he jumped up. Beverages and individually wrapped
snacks brought by strangers fell to the floor as a result of the elbow strike.

Sang-woo pretended not to know him and came out of the library. I came
down as fast as I could, but I was quickly caught up. Then it became like a
competition, and they went down the stairs to the first floor like crazy.

“Sangwoo, are you annoyed?”

“Don’t talk to me because I don’t want to hear your voice.”

“You brought it upon yourself.”

Sang-woo strode out of the building and walked toward the place where he
tied his bicycle.

“I didn't do anything wrong. Seniors are forcing themselves to do things that

even elementary school students wouldn't do, I... .”

"You're not doing anything wrong, am I just fucking myself? Are you talking
about that again?”

It was a sound he couldn't hear, so Sang-woo stood tall.

“What is my fault? If you're talking about removing your name from the
PPT... .”

“Pick it up.”

Jaeyoung stopped talking. I turned around and saw him standing much closer
than I thought. I expected that he would be splitting it up, but unexpectedly,
he had a serious face. With the dark sky in the background, Sang-woo met
Jae-young's eyes in a red beanie.

"It's hard to believe, but I wanted to get along with you." Sangwoo shut his
mouth. It wasn't the first time I'd seen Jaeyoung's face so close. But I've
never looked closely. That the eyes behind the glasses were slightly
drooping, that whether he was dressed neatly or dressed like a nerd, that the
bridge of his nose was straight, that neither his eyes nor his hair were
completely black, I hadn't noticed or cared about until then.

Man is an animal of emotion, if you hadn't been ignoring me

Machine Translated by Google
“Humans are emotional animals. If you hadn't been ignoring me like that, I
would have laughed it off.”

“Then will you stop if I apologize?”

Jaeyoung made a puzzled expression and laughed out loud.

“Aren’t you stupid? You are a coding genius. Ah, since it’s a machine, don’t
you know human psychology well?”

“What do you mean?”

“If it was such a simple matter, you would have come this far, huh?” His
cryptic words felt more hopeless than any problems he had ever solved. It
was like looking down into endless darkness. To Sang-woo, it was only the
sound of catching floating clouds.

“Don’t rationalize. A senior is a human scum, a bully, a sadist, nothing more,

nothing less.”

Instead of being angry at that comment, Jaeyoung put on a funny face.

“I’m glad to hear you compliment me.”

“Are you crazy?”

"okay. Be careful too.”

'You bastard.'

Sang-woo muttered to himself as he unlocked his bike. He got on his bike

and ran without looking back.

return 0;

On Wednesday, there was a series of lectures on 'Popular Culture and

Cultural Theory'.
It was a class that was criticized for being difficult, but this was the only
liberal arts lecture that could be taken during this time. The syllabus was full
of unfamiliar terms such as the Frankfurt School and Orientalism, and even
when I studied the book, it was difficult to read. It seemed like a difficult
lecture for science and engineering students, but it was clear that they would
not understand at all considering the intervention of the interrupters.

Sang-woo entered the classroom 19 minutes before class started and closed
his eyes. Of course it would be there, but I didn't really want to see that
lousy crossbody bag. But when I opened my eyes, my vision was clear. The
most perfect seat in the classroom was as clean as no one had ever sat.
what's going on
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'What is this?'

I was so surprised that my heart skipped a beat. Sang-woo approached and

sat down on a chair worthy of a throne. For now, I felt a sense of
satisfaction, but I also felt a lot of anxiety because I couldn't predict what
Jang Jae-young would do.

Sang-woo opened the textbook and studied the contents to be taught today. I
was sitting in the right seat and I didn't see the red next to me, so I felt like I
was studying for the first time in a long time. While I was reading a book, a
white eco bag popped up next to me. Sangwoo let out a big sigh.

“Why are you sighing in the morning?”

Then, I raised my head at the completely unexpected voice. It wasn't

Jaeyoung. First of all, Sangwoo was happy with that fact alone. However,
the girl in the dark green jumper looked familiar.

“It is wisdom, wisdom. You helped me move the box the other day. We ate
together, didn't we?”

As if she had read Sang-woo's expression, she said cheerfully and sat down.
Sang-woo only then remembered Ji-hye. Last time I didn't recognize her
because I didn't tie my hair up like I do now. Ji-hye turned to Sang-woo and
started talking.

“Did you hear this too? Are you interested in philosophy? I’m interested in
the theories of French thinkers like Lacan or Foucault, so I want to listen.”

“I am not interested. You hear it because you have to hear it.”

"Oh really? Well, I also need to take a computer science class. Great. I'll ask
my brother later which is the easiest. From what I hear, the biggest
difference between information processing theory and computer science
introduction is... .”

Fortunately, class started at the right time and cut her off.
A professor who wasn't late, all the supplies, and a perfect seat. Even though
there was a person next to him who would talk all day if left unattended,
Sang-woo evaluated it as good enough.

I suddenly thought that I hadn't seen Jang Jae-young even once today. I'm
sure I haven't given up yet, and there must be some circumstances, but I felt
like I was breathing a little bit anyway.

return 0;

In other words, the world is divided into excellent Eli and the general public
without power.
Machine Translated by Google
“… In other words, we see the world as divided into the elite and the general
public without power. It is the view that elites lead society.”

“That is true. If so, what is the meaning of opposing opinions that glorify the
public?

“You said it wasn’t a matter of truth and lies. What should I do with the
attitude of approaching sociological theories right and wrong?”

Sang-woo was walking down the hallway of the College of Humanities,

discussing today's class with Ji-hye. Unsurprisingly, Ji-hye is more
intelligent than she looks, and Sangwoo was encouraged by the fact that he
didn't see the color red.

'This is normal.'

After two days of suffering, he was overjoyed at the brief glimpse of

normality. Ji-hye sat next to her during both classes, but unlike anyone else,
she was not disturbed at all.

Moreover, the icing on the cake was that Sang-woo explained even the parts
he didn't understand properly after class.

“Brother, where is the next class?”

“I don’t have classes anymore.”

"i envy you… . I have two more. What shall we eat for lunch?”

Ji-hye said as if it was only natural for them to have lunch together since
they were attending class next to each other. Sang-woo questioned the
validity of the premise, but since he was on his way to a restaurant, he didn't
bother to dispute her words.

Sang-woo felt uneasy as he walked around the campus, not knowing where
his enemy might come from. As he continued to look around, Ji-hye asked
why. At the moment he was about to answer, Sang-woo saw a group of
people pouring out of the College of Humanities. The only advantage of the
red padding is that it stands out from a distance.
“Hey, let’s go quickly.”

"why?"

"hurry."

Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant and quickly stood in line at the Korean
food section. The fact that Jang Jae-young came out among so many people
meant that he had just taken a large lecture.

Come to think of it, he is in a situation where he has to retake the 'Humanity

Education for Korean University Students'. It was clear that my classes
overlapped and I couldn't bother Sang-woo in cultural

theory class. I'll write it down and breathe a few days

Machine Translated by Google
'At least on Wednesday I'll be able to breathe.'

Satisfied, Sang-woo took the table. I had a good idea when I had to decide
where to sit after the food was served. He headed for an unusually crowded
area. Looking around the restaurant, I saw only two empty tables. Sang-woo
and Ji-hye sat at each empty seat and filled the table to full, blocking Jae-
young from interfering.

“Brother, you look good.”

"uh."

And Sang-woo started eating without a word. Even while eating, his gaze
wandered over the people serving food. Red padding stood in line to receive
pork cutlet. He also looked around his head intently like Sang-woo.

Soon, Jaeyoung was pushed into the restaurant by the crowd. His gaze,
looking here and there, reached Sang-woo. Sang-woo put on a triumphant
expression, and Jaeyeong went to another area with a strange face mixed
with laughter. It wasn't a big deal, but Sang-woo felt a strong joy.

“Are you going to eat and go home?”

“No, I’m going to the library.”

“Then let’s go to the store before that. I'll buy you a drink.”

"no."

"why?"

Sangwoo paused the chopsticks he was working hard on. It was a very
complicated story. How could you briefly explain why you couldn't drink
anything at the concession stand?

“It sounds strange, but I am being bullied.”

"yes?"
Ji-hye made a surprised expression, so Sang-woo kept her mouth shut. As
Sang-woo remained silent, she begged him to speak.

“Really, brother? What kind? If it's real, it's serious."

It was as if I had just spoken out. While contemplating how to explain this,
Ji-hye seemed to have a terrible thought in her imagination.

I don't know who the hell is doing this, but the police station with the
counseling center
Machine Translated by Google
“I don’t know who does that, but there are counseling centers, there are
police departments, and there are many people out there who can

help.” Sang-woo felt even more embarrassed and returned to Ji-hye’s first
question.

“He bought all my coffee. That’s why there aren’t any drinks left in the
canteen that you can buy.”

"yes? A corner shop? Before?”

Wisdom made an absurd expression and burst into laughter.

“What, I order a box online. It's delivered in one day, so what's the
problem?”

“… … .”

I felt a shock as if I had been hit in the head. Stores selling 'Black Holic'
were not limited to school canteens, but they were confined to the frame of
space. Sang-woo wasn't a bad brain, but once an accident got stuck in a
frame, he couldn't get out of it easily.

In the past, when he had a very low score on a school intelligence test, the
teacher explained that Sang-woo had a genius level in terms of logic and
computational intelligence, but his applied reasoning intelligence and
human-friendly intelligence were below average. Sang-woo looked at Ji-hye
with a different gaze.

“You are very smart.”

Hahaha laughed.

“How else are you bothering me? Tell me everything.”

“… Again, as strange as it may sound, I have to sit in a specific seat in class

to focus.”
"ah! I saw a person like that in the middle. It's a word of caution, but isn't
that what it is?

compulsion… .” “Doctors aren’t handicapped. Anyway, that person keeps

taking the seat first so I can't sit down. I can't concentrate the farther away
from there, but when I try to sit near it, that color... No, I hate people so
much I don’t know what to do.”

"hmm… . Then just sit next to it and use the screen. You know what I used
in elementary school.” Allow physical proximity, but block line of sight.
This solution is fine.
Machine Translated by Google
Allow physical proximity, but block line of sight. This solution also sounded
good. Sang-woo gradually came to trust Ji-hye’s flexible way of thinking.

“And in the library, I keep shaking my legs and looking at books too loudly.
The sound of turning pages is annoying... .”

“You can wear earplugs. Not long.”

Wisdom smiled. Sang-woo laughed after her.

“Hey, thank you. I'll buy you a meal next time.”

"Really? I'll be looking forward to it!”

Instead of going to the library that day, Sang-woo decided to go shopping

extensively at the 10,000

won shop. When I woke up after eating, I saw Jaeyoung Jang eating
surrounded by friends in another area.

“Brother, haven’t I finished eating yet?”

Sang-woo walked with excitement. I quickly cleared the tray at the exit area
and drank water in one gulp. I walked out of the restaurant feeling hopeful.

"let's go together!"

A voice of wisdom came from behind. She came running red-faced with her
hair in a ponytail, and she looked like a green monster because of the clothes
she was wearing.

"why?"

"yes?"

“Why did you call

me?” “No, just… . It's a way to go anyway, but it's good to go together. And
eating alone is embarrassing.”
'That's so rare.'

Sang-woo had doubts. He always ate alone, but never thought of it that way.

“Then don’t go to the canteen. I have a class at that liberal arts college, so
please take me on the way.”

why
Machine Translated by Google
“… why?"

Sang-woo felt uncomfortable because Ji-hye sounded like a child being

kidnapped for his age.

“A walk after eating is good for health. You have to do that to avoid getting
sick.”

'That's right.'

Sang-woo got a companion for the first walk. Originally, I was going to go
to the 10,000won shop right away, but like Wisdom's words, taking a walk
didn't sound bad. Although I did a little bare-handed exercise in the morning,
I needed to walk during my daily life to stay healthy.

“Brother, can I ask you something?” “Is

that a question?”

"no. It was a rhetorical expression to ask a question soon. You were

nicknamed ‘Sangchu’ when you were young, right?”

“… how did you know?"

Wisdom giggled and even clapped her hands saying she knew that. I stopped
walking and laughed, saying that I was worried about it from the first time I
heard the name, so it kept coming out of my mouth.

“Will you get angry if I call you Sangchu Oppa?”

"no."

After all, Sang-woo has been called that all his life. It's been a long time
since I gave up because no matter how much I told people not to do it, it was
useless. In addition, Ji-hye still had an irrational side to the point where she
insisted on calling her 'brother' even though she was not her real sister.
People misuse titles arbitrarily, so I get tired of paying attention to them one
by one. Aren't there people who call him 'Sangwoo-ya' like a family
member, far from being close friends?
Coincidentally, as soon as I thought of him, the red padding himself
appeared from behind the building. Jaeyoung Jang was walking with two
male students. In that brief moment, the two met eyes. Sang-woo
immediately turned around.

“… brother?"

“I am going over there. See you later." yes good

bye
Machine Translated by Google
"yes! goodbye!"

Sang-woo quickly walked past Ji-hye, who folded her waist in half and
nodded. I listened to class well, ate well, and even though I didn't drink
coffee, I went for a walk. Sang-woo really hated the color red now.

After walking for a while, I glanced back. Jaeyoung, who had fallen away
from the crowd, came ten paces behind Sangwoo. My legs moved before my
brain even gave the command.

'I can't get caught.'

It was an instinctive escape. The world that was firm no matter who
threatened or used violence until now, an error that crept into the legitimate
system that had been defended by using the authority of teachers in middle
and high school and public power after becoming an adult. An error that
occurs suddenly and causes the program to malfunction without any known
cause.

There was nothing to run after being discharged, but Sang-woo was running
with all his might because he didn't want to see Jang Jae-young. The College
of Natural Sciences, the Academy Building, and the cafeteria passed by in a
blur. I passed countless students who didn't know their faces. Sang-woo,
who reached the front door before he knew it, turned around with the
mindset that this was enough.

“Why are you so fast?”

And I screamed inside.

“Hey, let’s catch our breath. i now... Do you think you can run at this age? .
It's not even a sports day, really fucking... .”

Sang-woo wanted to leave Jae-yeong, who was squatting and panting, but he
too was running too far at full speed and was out of breath. Sang-woo sat
down on the sidewalk block, keeping his distance from Jae-young. I took a
water bottle from my bag and quenched my thirst.

“Aren’t you crazy? Why do you run?”

“Why are you chasing other people, whether they run or not?”

"It's strange. I ran away, so I chased after him without thinking.”

"That's even weirder."

They gasped for breath and had a truly strange conversation. And the
conversation stopped for a while. Sang-woo got up after

taking a break and walked to the west building to pick up his bicycle.
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After resting moderately, Sang-woo got up and walked. I had to go to the
library to get my bike. Jaeyoung got up with an annoyed expression and
followed him. If you walk fast, you walk that fast; if you walk slow, you
walk that slow. Then, it seemed like it was going to be a sprint again, so
Sang-woo ignored him and maintained his normal speed.

“Your girlfriend is pretty.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

"What's the name of the friend you were eating with earlier?"

“I’m Jihye Kim.”

“Which department?”

“Philosophy and… is it?"

“It’s Ryu and you’re majoring in French Literature.”

Sang-woo, who had been responding like a machine, stopped walking while
concentrating on walking. He turned his head and looked at Jaejoong.

“Did you investigate him? He is a good boy who has nothing to do with
me!”

At those words, Jaeyoung let out a twisted sneer.

“What kind of background investigation? You guys came to the store where
I work, you asshole. I saw my student ID then. That's enough to remember
the name."

Sang-woo ignored his words and walked again.

“Do you know my name?”

“What do you do knowing that?”

"You say you're smart, but you can't even memorize three letters of a
person's name?" “Efficient brains are wired to delete worthless information.”

“It makes me feel bad again.”

Jaeyoung grabbed Sangwoo by the shoulder and stopped him. As soon as his
hand touched his body, his face automatically frowned.

"assignment. Write a three-line poem in my name.”

Moreover, Jaeyoung did the wrong thing. Sangwoo removed his hand from
his shoulder.
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Besides, Jaeyoung said something out of the ordinary. Sang-woo first
removed his hand from his shoulder.

"compensation. I won't bother you from tomorrow."

It was a story that was hard to ignore. Sang-woo thought about it for a while
and said.

"question. Does it count as a success just by building it? What is the

category of bullying?”

"answer. A minimum of artistry is required to be recognized as successful.

The category of bullying is according to your standards.”

Sang-woo thought deeply, but the word artistry was too ambiguous.
However, I liked the clue that I could choose the category of bullying, so I
decided to try it.

“Good luck.”

“You have to do it, you bastard.”

Sang-woo thought it was common for listeners to rhyme when presenting a

three-line poem. Judging by Jaeyoung's reaction, it seemed that was not the
case. He opened his mouth.

"page… . The rainy season has come.”

As I said whatever came to my mind, I saw Jaeyoung with his arms crossed
and an arrogant expression on his face. Looking at that face, the next phrase
came naturally.

“I have no luck.”

The red padding glistened in the sunlight.

"zero… I wish it was turned off.”

Jaeyoung's expression was difficult to read. The corners of his mouth were
slightly smiling while his brows were slightly furrowed. Sang-woo thought
he would have written a good poem if he stopped, but it was difficult to
know what Jae-young was thinking. It was also a judge, so the time he kept
his mouth shut was quite tense.

"evaluation."

Jaeyoung let out a rather dignified sigh.

“10 out of 10 for accuracy.”

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"oh… .”

“10 out of 10 for emotional sincerity.”

“It’s later than I thought.”

“3 out of 10 for literature.”

“… yes?"

“Story quality 1 out of 10.”

“… … .”

“Out of 10 in the novelty category… .”

If 10 points come out here, is there any hope?

“0 points.”

Sang-woo almost uttered a severe curse.

“24 points out of 50 overall. I'll see you again tomorrow, Sang-woo."

'Then it is.'

Sang-woo strode past Jae-young Jang. In the end, it would be like this, I
wasted my time listening to his nonsense like an idiot. Jaeyoung didn't
follow, but he heard what he said from behind.

“I think I got it wrong. I think I know how to operate you now.”

“Am I an appliance?”

“I think they are similar.”

It wasn't worth answering at all. From the time they ate, Sang-woo had only
thoughts of a 1,000-won shop in his mind. He unlocked the bike, climbed on
top, and whizzed past Jaeyoung.
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Semantic Error Episode 4 (5/25)

Jang Jae-young harassed Cho Sang-woo for two days. He mobilized his
juniors to take the seat he always sat in, made a fuss in each class, followed
closely, and watched Sang-woo tremble.

two-day achievement.

First, Jaeyoung got six titles: (1) stalker (2) scum (3) psycho (4) human idiot
(5) sadist (6) bully.

In other words, it means that he firmly imprinted himself on Choo Sang-

woo. The label Sang-woo gave me wasn't pretty, but it's better to have a
name than not have one. As a visual designer, Jaeyoung knew the
importance of branding better than anyone else.

Putting aside the phrase that they became flowers when their names were
called, it is not just that handsome rich women in romance comics search for
women who spray water on their faces and splatter them. Negative
impressions are stronger than positive impressions, so noise marketing is
prevalent. Moreover, it might be an honor to be called six different things to
an idiot who doesn't name anyone like Sang-woo.

Second, Jaeyoung did a good job of emotional revenge. The feeling of

flirting. A refreshing feeling like drinking a carbonated beverage. He felt
that the emotional damage he suffered was offset by breaking down the
tight-knit Sang-woo.

Third, it was fun to tease Choo Sang-woo. It came as a pleasure rather than
pity that his calm face was distorted. It was fun enough to endure the agony
of having to wake up every morning. Sadist, I've never thought of it that
way, and maybe I have that side of me.

Jae-young planned to follow Sang-woo for as long as two weeks, the

withdrawal period, but he was slowly reconsidering the timing. It was
because Sang-woo suffered much more than he thought. To the point where I
thought that I might take a leave of absence if I did more. Jaeyoung had the
intention of slightly harassing Sang-woo, but had no desire to ruin his daily
life.
Besides, he was a bother to lose interest easily in anything by nature. It was
not an easy task to have juniors take care of the bag. What about the agony
of sitting in a class you don't even understand? In a quiet and still place like
a library, even for a minute, my body would itch. Besides, it was really hard
to eat rice without the taste buds in a crowded restaurant. It lasted for weeks.
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It was really hard to eat rice without the taste buds at a restaurant. It couldn't
have lasted more than two weeks. It was all a matter of running out of time
anyway. Because Jaeyoung really has nothing to do these days.

'Sangwoo, why did you do

that?' While retaking the 'Personality Education for Korean University

Students' class, Jae-young resented Cho Sang-woo within 3 minutes. There
were too many students in the classroom, so management was
unmanageable, and children who attended surrogate were the norm. How
many of them will have their graduations cancelled? If Sang-woo was an
ordinary guy who could handle injustice, Jae-young would be taking lessons
from the world's leading designers in the United States by now. It's not a
moral lecture you can hear.

It was a meaningless assumption anyway. You should be lamenting the

situation of being in the same group as the secret royal inspector. There was
no way to escape this semester because the professor had an eye stamp on
him for an unfortunate incident last semester. Jaeyoung sat in the back seat
and borrowed a piece of paper from the person next to him to doodle.

The weather was nice when we left the building. Spring, the season of love,
was slowly approaching. It's been half a year since I broke up with my last
girlfriend, and it's been a long time since I dated. While I was walking
among the other students with such thoughts in mind, I saw Sang-woo far
away. It wasn't even a noticeable outfit, but it was just amazing that it caught
my eye.

Sang-woo was walking quickly towards the restaurant with a female student
in a green outfit.

'Baby, I secretly hang out with girls.'

Come to think of it, I was with a female student when I came to the
restaurant. With that personality, it must be difficult to be popular with
women. I couldn't imagine Sang-woo dating at all.

There were a lot of people in the student cafeteria, driven by curiosity. Sang-
woo left an empty table and was cunningly eating at a full table.
'I ate a room.'

I laughed when I saw him slipping into an empty seat to avoid himself. He
also had a cute side. A girl in a green dress was sitting next to her. Looking
closely, it was Ryu Ji-hye who was with me at the restaurant.

Jaeyoung came out after eating a disgustingly tasteless meal and thought he
had to quit. I couldn't bear to eat another meal of this. I bought 16 cans of
coffee I had never seen at the store, but I opened one and threw it away
because I couldn't drink it, leaving 15 cans left. I put it in the club room, but
none of my juniors drank it, so it stayed there.

While walking to the smoking area with the kids, Ji-hye and Ji-hye walked
across the street.
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While walking with the kids to the smoking area, I ran into Ji-hye and Sang-
woo walking from the other side.

'The height difference is good and he's very fresh. You like the picture, huh?'
Jaeyoung walked while muttering lines in his head that would sound like a
bully.

Sang-woo didn't bother me today, so he seemed worth living. Jae-young

expected Sang-woo to be distracted by Ji-hye and pass him by, but to his
surprise, he recognized Jae-young even from a distance. There was a day
when I couldn't recognize you even though our eyes met right in front of
you. Jaejoong felt a strange feeling.

Sang-woo immediately turned around, but Jae-young caught up with him,

half-running with the intention of sticking to him. With about 10 steps left,
Sang-woo looked back with an uneasy expression on his face and his eyes
widened. I know you're surprised, but running all of a sudden was an
unexpected reaction. It was an astute move, as if Jaeyoung had become a
serial killer.

Jaejoong followed him.

'Fuck, why am I running?'

How stupid do you look when other kids see you? Jaeyoung couldn't
understand himself, but his feet moved on their own. Sang-woo was very
fast. Because of the impression that he was a study bug, he must have
arbitrarily thought that he would be insincere. Even when Jaeyoung ran at
full speed, he couldn't catch up with Sangwoo even carrying his backpack.

When I came to my senses, I was in front of the front door. It was the first
time since I was discharged that I had run with all my might over such a long
distance. Jaeyoung realized as he squatted down on the ground and caught
his breath.

'People say there is no end to greed.'

When I saw the back of him running away, I wondered why he came. It was
all useless to say that Sang-woo imprinted himself on him. Although the
noise marketing was successful, Jaeyoung was just a defective product to
Choo Sangwoo. Sang-woo's expression contorted as soon as he saw him,
even if it was a temporary pleasure, it couldn't satisfy him. Jae-young felt the
desire to be a cool, competent, and fun senior to Sang-woo, just like the
other kids.

'Did you investigate him? He's a good boy who has nothing to do with me!'

In that sense, it was very strange to see Sangwoo supporting someone. Choo
Sang-woo's notarized reputation as a good child is like a fruit that is out of
reach of Jae-young, who has already had a conflict with him.

If it was Ryu Ji-hye, when she was looking for clues to harass Sang-woo, she
found and investigated SNS. There was nothing difficult about the name,
department, and student number. vs post Can you be strong, it's not as
extreme as Sangwoo's
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When I scanned the river, it seemed like a sincere style, although not as
extreme as Sang-woo's.

On the date I came to the restaurant with Sang-woo, I left a message like
this.

A bit scary, but he doesn't seem like a bad person. Is there any chance to
meet again?

#cute geek #first meeting #anticipation

Of course, it was an abstract story.

Ryu Ji-hye - Kindness

Jang Jae-young - Stalker, trash, psycho, human idiot, sadist, bully Ryu Ji-hye
is a fairy in green clothes, and Jang Jae-young is a bright red devil who
flicks his tongue in the pit of hell. Jaeyoung did not like this good and evil
composition.

Sang-woo didn't seem to be interested in Ji-hye yet, given that he didn't

know his last name or department. Even so, boys with such a naive corner
are bound to get over it if you treat them well. If left alone, Jaeyoung could
bet on the luxury watch he received as a graduation present from his
maternal grandfather that they would start dating in three months.

he felt threatened. About 8 years later, on the day Cho Sang-woo and Ryu Ji-
hye got married, there was someone like Kim Young-jae who used to bully
him in an obscene way for not graduating. I don't remember, but I think Cho
Sang-woo, who held the bride's hand, will recall that he wore red padding all
the time.

'I can't see that.'

Jaeyoung's goal has changed. Should I say it was upgraded?

What are the qualities of a good senior? It was clear, at least not now, that
there was no hope. The only thing worth presenting now is the presence. At
least, it is encouraging that Cho Sang-woo knows his name correctly, and
now he seems to know a little how to deal with him, but Jae-young felt that
he had to do something from the equation of 'Jang Jae-young = Red = Villain
= Bully = Trash'.

'I don't know why you're so tired... . I have plenty of time anyway.'

He counted the clothes in the closet.

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Semantic Error Episode 5 (6/25)

Sang-woo waited for Jang Jae-young with three bullets loaded. I never
thought the day would come when I would miss him. Right now, Sang-woo
wanted to quickly see Jang Jae-young's flustered expression. I took the
second seat from the right in the fourth row and waited. The book was open,
but it was just a habitual device, meaning nothing these days.

Jaeyoung, a class assistant, did not arrive even after the professor came in.
Sang-woo looked at the back door with his body turned, but he couldn't see
the red padding among the students rushing in.

“Where are you looking? I am

here.” Sang-woo stiffened. The man with his hands in his pockets spoke in
Jaeyoung's voice. I was surprised because he was wearing a dark green coat.
Besides, he wasn't even wearing glasses.

As soon as he sat down in the most perfect seat in the classroom that the man
had reserved in advance, Sang-woo felt serious confusion. Just the fact that
he wasn't wearing the red padding felt like the information system was
broken. Anyway, no matter what he was wearing, it was clear that he was
Jang Jae-young, so Sang-woo took out the first bullet he had prepared, the
blanking plate, and placed it on the right side of his chin. A sneer was heard
through the yellow cardboard.

“You know the skit starts next Thursday. I want you to start preparing from
this time.”

I knew it because it was written in the syllabus. The task of presenting a

short 3-minute play in Chinese by two people was an important activity,
accounting for 20% of the total evaluation. The professor passed the
printouts to the students in the first row (shouldn't the teaching assistant
distribute them) and displayed the list in pairs on the beam projector.

“It’s a list of skit pairs and presentation order. It would be disadvantageous if

we announced earlier, but we will take that into consideration and evaluate
it.”
Looking through the list, Sang-woo found his name. The problem was the
name next to it.

Choo Sang-woo (Computer Engineering), Jang Jae-young (Visual Design)

Crutches
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Announcement on 3/14 (Thu)

“… … .”

Out of over 30 students, I was paired with him, and the announcement date
was the earliest on the following Thursday. Sang-woo raised his hand and
the professor looked at him.

“Any questions?”

“If I can’t work with a team member because I don’t like them, can I change
them, Professor?” she answered with a frown.

"It's not possible. There are students who do better and there are students
who do not. Overcoming that is teamwork. Fearing that such a story would
come out, I asked my teaching assistant to randomly select the students, so
you don't have to worry about fairness. Do you have any other questions
besides changing the group and changing the date?”

'It's because that bastard picked it up, there's a problem of equity, Professor...
.'

Sang-woo lost the courage to say more because she cut him off so abruptly. I
had already been filmed by Professor Choi of 'Embedded System', but I kept
my mouth shut because I was worried that I shouldn't stand out here. Then,
the screen collapsed like a scarecrow and fell to the floor. Jang Jaeyoung,
who clenched his chin, was smiling strangely.

“Trust me brother. I'll carry you.”

'Shut up, please!'

Sang-woo stuffed the useless screen into his backpack.

After waiting for a while, the print was delivered. Sang-woo saved the paper
before Jae-young took it away and wrote his student number and name in the
upper left corner.
“In the material that has just been released, there are expressions learned in
the 'Beginner Chinese'

class, as well as more advanced ones. You can make a skit by referring to
these 100 sentences.

Now, meet your partner and discuss it.”

Sang-woo read the handout diligently. About 30% of the sentences were
memorized before, so I was able to grasp the meaning.

Sang-woo got an A0 in the 'Beginner Chinese' class he took in first grade.

Although attendance and exams were perfect, scores were deducted a lot in
skits and oral exams. So, in order to get this time, you have to get the best
score in the kit.
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In order to get an A+ this time, you have to get the best possible score on
skits.

He didn't even take a few classes, so he had plenty of time to practice, but he
was a partner who would do anything to hold him back if it was a problem.
However, Sang-woo was not worried too much because he was planning to
present the play in the worst situation with 1 person and 2 roles. Anyway, it
was stated in the syllabus that grades were assigned individually.

I opened my notebook and wrote down my ideas. He planned to do it alone,

but Jaeyoung dared to drag the desk that was side by side and sit next to
Sangwoo's desk. Sangwoo said without looking at him.

“There are a lot of expressions asking and answering about the place, so I’ll
go with a setting that gives directions to a Chinese exchange student at
Hankuk University. I will be Korean, so the seniors should be Chinese.”

He didn't ask for a response, but Jaeyoung muttered as if he was waiting.

“It’s fucking boring. If I had made a game with you, I would have been in
real trouble.”

“… … .”

Come to think of it, he always criticized Sang-woo's creativity. They said

that 'Vegetable Man' was not interesting, and that it lacked imagination
twice, and gave 0 points to novelty in the evaluation of three lines.

“Then let’s see my ideas.”

Sang-woo tossed the sharpie at the notebook and leaned his back on the
chair arrogantly, as Jae-young always does. Then, when I crossed my arms, I
felt like something had happened. Jaeyoung looked at the paper with
Chinese sentences on it and said.

“Let’s go to the content of voice phishing by merchants from the Qing

Dynasty.”

"I beg your pardon?"

“At first, we sell things in the market. how much? It costs 100,000 won for
two bunches of grapes. Too expensive. Stop it. Violence is illegal. Please go
out through that door. I use expressions that buy and sell... .”

Sang-woo, who was preparing to snort, gradually fell into the story. “Today’s
income is 0 won.

I am very poor I have no money. Write this expression... . I sold all my stuff.
phone with remaining money

I bought , the remaining money is 100 won. Write this.

here's a good one

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I bought The remaining money is 0 won. write this... . Oh, here's a good one.
I am a cheater.”

Sang-woo started to organize the plot in a notebook, checking the sentences

he mentioned in the printout.

“I’m holding my cell phone and making a call, follow me. way? I am with
your son. give me 10 billion He can go home. Then the person on the phone
says: I am single. You are an impostor.”

“So what? What about finishing?”

“Well, what would you like me to do?”

Sang-woo thought hard about it, but he had no idea what a merchant from
the Qing Dynasty, who had failed in voice fishing, would do. I must... .

“Did you starve to death because there was no rice?”

“… yes it is you Here's a good expression. I'm hungry. give me some food
Dying isn't on the list, but you can use it. By passing the phone to my
younger brother as a will.”

Sang-woo organized the contents and read it once. Even though it is a

strange subject matter, difficult expressions and easy expressions were
appropriately included. The question I had at that time.

“Why are you in the Qing Dynasty?”

“That professor is a fan of Qing Dynasty history. If you show up wearing

Qing Dynasty clothes and a pigtail, you’ll probably get a perfect score.”

“What nonsense is that… .”

“Look here. 'Direction/Humor/Preparation' 20%”

I wondered why this item was included. In addition, considering that

'tone/pronunciation/fluency' was 50% and 'difficulty/adequacy of
dialogue/grammar' was 30%, the score was extremely high. When Sang-woo
made a face that he couldn't understand, Jae-young said.

“I know you well because you’re our club professor.”

“What kind of club is this?”

theater department
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“Theatrical department.”

The lead of Sang-woo's sharpener broke with a popping sound. It wasn't

intentional, but it bounced on Jaeyoung's face, so he frowned and rubbed his
cheek with his hand. They said that the promenade was inevitably blocked
due to the schedule of the theater department, but even that was a
fabrication.

Sang-woo averted his gaze from Jae-young and started composing lines as if
he was not in front of him.

I wrote down only the Korean meaning of the things I didn’t know, and
copied the sentences I knew or were on the list. Jaeyoung was quiet for some
reason.

“… … .”

But it was so quiet. enough to be concerned. It was normal to do something,

such as banging on the desk, mocking with words, or flipping through a
book, but I didn't do anything. Sang-woo felt a sense of incongruity and
raised his head. Then, Jaeyoung, who was very close to him, met his eyes.
He crossed the backs of his hands and rested his chin on them, staring at
Sang-woo's face.

"that's interesting."

He said that and stared at him again. Sang-woo immediately lowered his
head and made fun of Sharp.

"What's interesting is... .”

Jaeyoung whispered softly.

“I found our common ground.”

There could be no such thing. Sangwoo's face crumpled at the unpleasant

sound. Jaeyoung laughed lightly.

“Look at the expression. I said the handwriting.”

And Sang-woo was shocked in a different way. Although he never
considered himself good at writing, he never thought he was that bad.

“Do not disturb.” “Sangwoo.”

He called his name in a low, friendly voice. After harassing him like crazy
for two days, it was just funny that he came and pretended to be nice.

“Are you really cool?” ignore

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ignore.

“There seems to be no end at all. Facing human scumbags, bullies, and

sadists, and doing assignments together.”

ignore.

“Sangwoo.”

ignore.

“What do you think of the word revenge?”

ignore.

“That must also have some emotion, right? To you, I'm like a fly, so you just
want it to go off. right?"

ignore.

“Does it taste good if you chew on it?”

“There are no bullies in our family.”

“I'm just getting out, this chewy.” “I am doing

this. Please be quiet.”

“If you do my favor.”

"no, I do not want."

“Take off your hat.”

It was a bit of an outrageous proposition. Sang-woo raised his eyes and saw
Jae-young, who was still resting his chin on the back of his hand. I looked at
it, wondering if it was a new type of mockery, but that face was shameless.
Sang-woo decided to ignore him.
As soon as I wrote the last line, Jaeyoung took the notebook away. In a
condescending manner, he would say, "That's right," or "That's right." I
reviewed the lines while saying things like that. Then he wrote something
down with Sang-woo's sharpie.

The note that Jaeyoung passed over again had no blanks. He filled in the
lines with simplified Chinese characters where Sang-woo left blanks because
he did not know.

'Why are you like

that?' Sang-woo felt absurd, and then the contents of the kit were
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Sang-woo felt embarrassed. Come to think of it, he also wrote the contents
of the skit, and today, rather than interfering, he was only cooperating. Did
you decide to stop bothering me?

“What is it?”

"what?"

“You chased it to the end of the world and harassed it, but it seems that the
sediment has been resolved in two days.”

It was like this and that, it was a sloppy bully, then it was a neat restaurant
part-time job, it was angry while cursing, then it was smiling, it was chasing
it like it was going to kill it, it was out of nowhere, it was ordered to do three
lines, it was following it and harassing it, it was helping the team with the
task. Jang Jae-young was the strangest person Sang-woo had ever seen in his
life.

“Are the conversations going well?”

At that time, I heard the voice of the professor who was walking around the
classroom looking after the students. She came over and winked at them.

“Ah, Jaeyoung is a pair, right? There will be no problem here.” “No,

Professor. A friend here named Sangwoo did it all.”

'Why are you like that?'

Sang-woo felt absurd at the completely unexpected reaction. The professor

looked at Sang-woo with a friendly gaze.

"is it so. Then let’s look at the lines that student Sangwoo made.”

Normally, he would have answered truthfully, 'No, Jaeyoung sunbaenim set

up the frame and I just copied it down', but words of praise for him couldn't
come out of my mouth. Sang-woo politely handed out the notebook to the
professor. And she burst into laughter not long after.
“Qing merchants! It must be so much fun... . ha ha ha! content is good aha!
But it's a little big deal... .” Then, her expression,

which had been bright, gradually darkened.

“It’s so rude. Where did you learn to curse like this? Jaeyoung! did you write
it?”

The professor glared at Jaeyoung and saw that he was empty-handed. It was
Sang-woo who was holding the sharpie. The professor's contemptuous gaze
shifted from Jaeyoung to Sangwoo. If you speak your lines, you will
understand
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“Fix your lines. If you announce it like this, you get 0 points. all right?"

“… yes."

The professor had his eyes wide open, so Sang-woo had no choice but to
answer. After the professor handed the note to Sang-woo and left, Jae-young
giggled. Sang-woo gritted his teeth and erased his handwriting with an
eraser.

“I have a bit of an aftertaste, unlike you.”

Sang-woo meticulously erased the writing, fearing that his traces would
remain.

return 0;

Sang-woo, who was caught by Jang Jae-young for being careless, went to
engineering college with a huff when class was over. In the classroom, there
were classes until just before, and Sang-woo apparently arrived before Jae-
young, but without fail, his bag (a second navy blue backpack for seating)
was placed on the right side of the fourth row. Sang-woo sat on the left and
hit the screen. In Chinese class, we had to prepare skits so we had to face
each other, but in 'Engineering Mathematics 2' class, I believed that
wisdom's advice would be useful because I could just listen to lectures and
solve problems by myself. But I didn't think it would be so easy. Because
Jang Jae-young was no better than an evil demon.

Sang-woo expected several operations. Pretending to be a mistake by

knocking over a screen, knocking on a desk, or making strange noises to
annoy people.

However, no matter how long I waited, there was no sign of interruption. He

blew off the class for six minutes because he was worried about what
Jaeyoung was doing behind the screen.

In the end, out of curiosity, I had to lower the screen. And Sang-woo put his
head on the desk and looked at Jae-young, who gently closed his eyes. I
faced the essence of the sense of incongruity I felt throughout today. It
seemed that it wasn't just that he wasn't wearing red padding or wearing
glasses. Jang Jae-young looked like a completely different person. Like a
part-timer at an Italian restaurant who couldn't even recognize that Sang-
woo was the same person.

The piercings he wore three at a time could not be found on his ears. I don't
know where the hair has changed, but it looks much neater than usual.
Besides, perhaps because he closed his eyes, he seemed gentle, as if he
wasn't the kind of person who chose to do bad things to Sang-woo.

'What the hell is this bastard?'

Sang-woo felt uncomfortable and confused at the same time, a zone that
could not be defined.
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Sang-woo felt uncomfortable and confused at the same time. It couldn't have
been easy to be an existence that couldn't be defined by one thing. Sang-woo
defined him as 'a bully, a scumbag, and a scumbag,' but the look in front of
him suited modifiers such as 'neat, tidy, and mature'. The properties were not
compatible like different data types.

However, Sang-woo knew that unlike Jae-young's good looks, his

personality had rotted away.

The proof was that he, a design major, was taking an engineering math class.
He was here to disrupt Sang-woo's class and ruin his schoolwork, and he
was accomplishing his goal even with his eyes closed.

Sang-woo squeezed his sharpie and focused on class again. While Jaeyoung
was trying to figure out what he was thinking, Jindo had already gone to the
next chapter. In two

'Engineering Mathematics 2' classes, Sang-woo learned horribly little.

Except for 'Popular Culture and Cultural Theory' on Wednesday, all other
subjects were the same. After Jaeyoung disappears after two weeks, he will
have to study separately by referring to books and online lectures to
somehow catch up, but professors often implicitly emphasize what will be
on the exam during class. There couldn't have been any damage.

In that sense, the time Jaeyoung was asleep was an opportunity. Sang-woo
focused on the professor and tried to understand what he was saying. But
strangely, within a few minutes, his attention was turned to Jaeyoung, who
was soundly asleep.

'Now, even if you stay still, you're disturbing me. It's a great ability.'

Sang-woo tried his best not to look there, but the bloody battle between
reason and impulse ended in a minute and his head turned around.

Jaeyoung was quietly asleep on the subject of an error. Sang-woo was

enveloped in a complex mood that was difficult to define in a word, and he
did not like that feeling at all.
However, when he recalled the heinous acts that Jae-young, wearing the
mask of normal man, had done, the ambiguous feelings disappeared and the
hostility flared up vividly.

Come to think of it, there is a saying 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth' in
the old code.

no end? Jang Jae-young seemed to be mistaken about something. If all the

conditions were in place, Sang-woo could also take revenge. It's just that I'm
not that level of an idiot, so I don't feel the value of harassing others to the
point of using a lot of energy.

'There's nothing I can't do.'

Sang-woo took out a felt-tip pen for the computer from his pencil case. The
act of opening the lid felt like pulling a knife out of its sheath. He carefully
gripped the pen and sat a little closer to Jaeyoung.

The moist pen tip approached Jaeyoung's forehead and stopped in the air.
Sang-woo realized that it had been too long since he had painted. I don't
have to be cut like a painter, but my inferiority complex for not being
talented in art stops me from boldly touching.
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There was no need to draw, but the inferiority complex of not being talented
in art prevented bold touches. In the second grade of elementary school, I
was scolded by the teacher for not drawing anything, and in the third grade
of middle school, because of the art performance evaluation, the words “2nd
place in the entire school ranking” flickered in front of my eyes.

After hesitating for a while, Sang-woo decided to make a dot, but it was not
easy to choose the right part. His gaze scanned Jaeyoung's face. Dark brown
hair was disheveled over the flat forehead. The thick eyebrows drew a
natural curve, and the long eyelashes for a man shaded them below. The
slope of the straight nose began from the sunken forehead. The lower lip was
slightly parted.

'You can do it anywhere!'

Sang-woo whipped himself and gripped the pen even tighter. I had never
done anything like this in my life, and my hands were shaking because I was
sacrificing class time. I put strength on my fingers and pushed forward
boldly. The tip of the pen touched Jaeyoung's forehead with a slight
hesitation.

Because of the pair of eyes that suddenly appeared at that moment, he

inadvertently drew the pen all the way down.

It seems that someone who has done this kind of thing is doing it. It's
nothing compared to Jaeyoung's graffiti, but since he's never played tricks on
others in his entire life, his heart sank like a child caught doing something
bad.

Jaejoong kept his eyes wide open. Sang-woo put the felt-tip pen in the pencil
case and forcibly glared at the book. My hair went white and my heart was
racing.

I don't know how time passed after that. Sang-woo stood still, hardened like
a stone, and when he came to his senses, the class was over and the students
were leaving the classroom.

Doing the same thing as Jang Jae-young in an instant just because it's a bit
embarrassing. It was unbelievable that it had dropped to such a level.
“Sangwoo.”

It gave me goosebumps. If Jae-young gets angry, Sang-woo has something

to say, but apart from that, he was displeased with the fact that he scribbled
on a person's face with a pen.

“Sangwoo, hyung is calling.”

“… yes."

“Did you get revenge on me?”

Sang-woo's dog swung around and Jae-young was smiling with a black line
on his face.
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Sangwoo's head turned around. Jaeyoung was smiling with a black line on
his nose.

“Hey, it feels like a robot vacuum cleaner has baked bread.”

Rather than being angry, Jaeyoung stroked the top of his ball cap, having
fun. Sang-woo was so absurd that he didn't even want to blame him for
touching his body without permission.

"let's go eat. My brother will buy it for you today.”

“… Because I only have an older sister.”

Sang-woo barely answered. When Jaeyoung got up and grabbed his wrist, he
was so distracted that he was helplessly dragged away.

While graduating from engineering college, Jae-young was ignorant of too

many people. All of Jaeyoung's acquaintances giggled and mentioned
Sangwoo's work.

“Brother, why do you have something buried in your nose? Is it makeup?”

"Awesome? He did it.”

“Jaeyoung, what are you doing at engineering school?

What's wrong with your face?" “Oh, I have some work. His face was like
that.” Whenever that happened, Jae-young was not shy, but rather pointed at
Sangwoo with his finger, as if marking the source of the thesis, and let
everyone know that it was his skill. He was a very strange person. Sang-woo
learned the meaning of the word 'to sell side' that day.

Every time he was introduced to Jae-young's acquaintances, he felt beaten,

and when he came out to the lobby, Sang-woo was in tatters. After being
dragged around, I came to my senses and found myself standing in front of a
pizza restaurant on campus.

“You don’t like pizza?”

Jaeyoung asked after sitting down. Sang-woo replied with a sense of
resignation.

"no."

“Why are you so calm?”

"Can't you just erase that?" I won't

erase it
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“I won’t erase it.”

Jaeyoung smiled and looked at the menu. He ordered a pizza and two bowls
of risotto without asking Sang-woo's opinion.

“I didn’t order it because I didn’t like pasta.”

Even so, he showed condescension at all.

Sangwoo snorted inwardly. He said he didn't like pasta because Jaeyoung

Jang worked at an Italian restaurant. He never thought food was good or bad,
and he didn't care about the items.

Eating is just a process of filling calories. I thought it was meaningless to

look at the taste or shape as long as the nutrition was balanced. In that sense,
the idiot with a black line drawn on his nose was wasting his 3,000 won
scholarship. “Sangwoo, can you understand the class you just took?” “It
would have been if it hadn’t been for the seniors.”

"that's interesting. You can't even memorize three letters of a person's name.”

“A senior who attends classes that need to be taken by proxy and falls asleep
in useless classes is more amazing.”

Food was served during the conversation. Sang-woo ate without saying a
word. Jaeyoung argued that he was eating badly, but he ignored it and ate.

After eating enough to eat, he got up without saying a word. The fact that I
ate at a place other than where I usually eat was uncomfortable, so I wanted
to leave. Maybe it was because there was a nerdy guy in front of me who
was smiling even though he had something on his nose.

“Sangwoo.”

Before I knew it, Jaeyoung calculated and caught up with me.

“The weather is nice, isn’t it? Look at the sky, too.”

'A child like a fly. Fly away into the sky.'

Sang-woo walked steadily, looking at the ground.

Before I had walked out of the restaurant, Jaeyoung took out a can of coffee
from his leather bag.

The black background, the familiar logo, and the large letters "Black Holic"
strongly attracted Sang-woo's attention.
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He drew Sangwoo's gaze strongly. It was clear that he was sipping and
teasing.

'I've been waiting for this moment.'

Sang-woo prepared for this situation the day before by applying Ji-hye's
second advice. According to the store owner's information, 'Black Holic'
coffee is available on the following Monday. I only consume one can of
coffee during the week, so I bought seven cans at the mart. However, the
moment I thought I should open the backpack, Jae-young offered me coffee
to my absurdity.

“Come on, Coffee Shuttle.”

error, error, format error.

Of course, Sang-woo, who knew how to make fun of himself by opening a

can and pouring it into his mouth, stopped involuntarily. He casually
accepted the can.

When I put it close to my eyes to make sure it's sealed, Jaeyoung said, "You
bastard... ” he muttered.

Sang-woo took a closer look and even shaken it, but the can was clean and
not a single drop of coffee leaked.

“Just drink, some.”

“What did you do here?”

“Would it have been poisoned? I bought 16 of them, but I don't have a taste
head, so I'm throwing them in your mouth.”

'What's wrong?'

Sang-woo felt puzzled. There was a lot of action that I couldn't help but
question. In numerical terms, 2, 4, 6, 8... It's like going consistently and
suddenly ÿ55 pops out.
Jaejoong added calmly.

“I’ll give you everything else, so take off your hat.”

“Whatever other people wear is none of your business.”

What kind of hat is this from earlier? Sang-woo opened a can of coffee, and
the refreshing sound he heard after a long time made him feel better.
Carefully bringing the opening to my lips, I tilted the can, and the lukewarm
drink flowed into my mouth.

“Do you like it?” Sangwoo

didn't know much about the taste, but the comfortable feeling he used to
wear every day
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Like the taste, Sang-woo didn’t know much about it. However, the
comfortable sensation he used to feel every day only made him fall into a
sentimental mood. Sang-woo ignored Jaeyoung and walked toward the
College of Humanities. With the hope that maybe we can get back the lost
routine.

On the promenade he used to go, there was still a sign saying 'Theatrical
department is filming'. I was fooled by the rigged signboard for three days,
but now I know the truth. Sangwoo kicked the sign, broke it, and threw it in
the trash.

As I walked along the promenade that had been taken away, peace came to
me even though Jaeyoung was by my side. Sang Woo sipped a can of coffee
and walked down the street with his eyes closed.

“Aren’t you too brave?”

Sang-woo didn't want to be disturbed, so he walked a little faster. Then, as if

it were natural, Jaeyoung chased after him and

matched his speed. “I know what to do if it’s just the two of us.”

“Are you a thug?”

“… Look at the talker.”

"It doesn't matter if you're not a thug. I'm just asking if you're a thug. Are
you stabbed?”

“Even your favorite 112 will take time to dispatch. Let's be careful.”

he gritted his teeth and said. Sang-woo looked at Jae-young with a sneer.
Although he was tall and tall, dressed in an airy court, he didn't look as
strong as a martial artist.

"Senior, I don't think you're very good at fighting." "Oh yeah? Do you want
to do some exercise?”
Sang-woo learned taekwondo for a long time, but studying became a priority
in high school.

These days, I haven't exercised other than doing push-ups at home or riding
a bike to and from school.

“I did some in the past. I rarely do these days.”

“Let’s play a game of basketball with my brother next time. I’ll make sure
you can’t even touch the ball.”

"no, I do not want. And don’t keep adding other people’s family members.”

At the end of the walk, there was a futsal field at the end of the construction.
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At the end of the promenade, there was a futsal field in the final stages of
construction.

Sang-woo naturally walked to the front of the College of Natural Sciences,

took aim and threw a can from where he always stood. The can arced neatly
into the second of three bins.

My heart was relieved. It felt like someone was rebuilding a tower of cards
that had been blown up one by one.

Next was the library. Sang-woo sat down at the reserved seat and Jae-young
sat next to him. This time, without borrowing any books, he took out a pen
and turned it around. While Sang-woo took out his major books and notes
and put his backpack back on the chair, Jaeyoung took the notebook.

“Give it up. That is theft.”

Jaeyoung rolled his eyes as if annoyed, then flipped the notebook over and
looked at the back. He checked the price tag, took a leather wallet out of his
pocket, and placed two 1,000

won bills on Sang-woo's desk. Sang-woo was speechless. If it was an

important note, I would report it, but it was only for practice. Rather than
waste time hanging out with Jaeyoung, he took out a new notebook with the
same design from his bag.

And then the trouble started again. Sang-woo waited halfway because he
was prepared for the sound of flipping notes. When I took the third bullet,
earplugs, from my backpack and put them in both ears, I couldn't hear the
annoying sound at all. The first two of wisdom's advice were fuzzy, but the
third was valid. There was a sense of stuffiness when I put on earplugs, but
the advantage was that the noise was effectively blocked. I had a feeling that
I would be able to concentrate and study for the first time in a long time. But
before he could even read a paragraph, he felt eyes pouring down his cheek.

When I looked to the right, Jaeyoung turned his posture to that side and was
drawing something in his notebook. He sat down with a pretty professional
attitude and expression, looking at Sang-woo's face and his notes, playing
with his pen.
'Variety.'

Sang-woo took out a blanking board, hit it on the right side, and turned his
head back to the book. A minute later, when I looked to the side with
concern, the screen was lowered without a sound. I couldn't hear it because
of the earplugs. When the screen was set up again, Jaeyoung got down again.
After repeating that three times, Sang-woo became angry. I thought I could
study today, but I guess I missed it again.

After setting up the screen, this time I fixed it with my right hand so that I
wouldn't fall at all, and looked at the book. It was fine at first, but after a
while, I felt the glare again.

Jaeyoung stood up this time and looked down at Sangwoo obliquely, looking
down at Rim.
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This time, Jaeyoung stood up and looked down obliquely at Sangwoo while
drawing.

'That crazy bastard.'

Sangwoo moved his lips and cursed silently. Contributing to team

assignments, giving coffee obediently, leaving the promenade open, and then
playing around with the script, swearing at the professor, staring at him from
the side, making it impossible to concentrate on studying.

It was better than the red padding, but the green coat was equally irritating.
Sang-woo decided to move his study place to his house. The desk at home
was not as wide as the library and the lighting was dim, but studying at home
was much better than being unable to do anything.

I roughly removed my earplugs and was about to pack my bag when I heard
the sound of drums tearing paper next to me. When I put my major book in
my bag and turned around, there was a piece of paper Jaeyoung held out in
front of me.

“It is a gift.”

He drew a caricature in his notebook. It was as exaggerated a picture as a

satirical depiction of a politician in an American newspaper. The cheekbones
protruded, the eyes were slanted upwards, and the lower eyes were painted
dark. Her lips were crooked and her neck was thin as if it would break. And
above all, the black ball cap was emphasized extremely large. Sang-woo tore
the paper into pieces while sitting down.

“That’s too much, really.”

He ignored Jaeyoung's muttering and put the pieces of paper in the palm of
his hand. And on the way out, I threw it in the trash.

“Do you know how much I get paid for illustrations for magazines?”

“What does it have to do with me?”

"It's not a picture to be torn like that."

“I didn’t tear it up because I couldn’t draw it, but my seniors ripped it
because I drew it.”

“You drank well the coffee I gave you.”

“It wasn’t made by you.”

“It makes me speechless.”

When I came out of the West Building, time was wasted.

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When I left the library, the time was 13:32. It's just a huge waste of time. As
Sang-woo got on the bike, Jae-young shouted from afar.

“Sangwoo!”

"why?"

"It's a bit early, but good night."

It was meaningless to say anything in broad daylight. There's no way the

moon will go down just because it's done at night.

“Senior, you have nightmares.”

The bike ran downhill.

return 0;

The next day things got better. On Fridays, there were only lectures for his
major, so Jaeyoung slept on his stomach throughout the first and second
periods. Sang-woo tried to focus on the class, recalling the regrets he had for
holding a felt-tip pen the day before. He was running in good condition even
with Jaeyoung by his side.

“Shall I buy you some food today?”

After class, Jae-young offered to give Sang-woo goods for free that day for
no particular reason.

If it was someone else's suggestion, he would have accepted it, but Sang-
woo had to use his head because he said it.

i) Accept

financial benefit Y, stress Y = light loss ii) Reject -

financial benefit N if Jang follows Jaeyoung to the student cafeteria, stress Y

= severe loss iii) Reject - financial benefit N
if Jang goes to another restaurant , Stress N = Maintain the status quo If you
accept, you will have to eat with him with

100% probability, so you get stressed. It was a structure that depended on the
reaction of the opponent, so there was no choice but to gamble.

"no, I do not

want." rum always learning

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“So, today’s class?”

"yes."

“You were a scholar fanatic. I should reward you at the restaurant.”

Fortunately, the third case was successful. After Jae-young went somewhere,
Sang-wu entered the restaurant alone. I was educated as always, so I ate
peacefully in a corner of a restaurant that was not human. After finishing the
meal, it was only a minute later than usual, and it was good so far. By the
way, Jaeyoung was waiting at the exit of the restaurant.

"ruler."

'Black Holic' without fail. Sang-woo received the can like the day before,
observed the exterior, shaken it, and confirmed that there was no problem
before opening it. While taking the first sip, Jaeyoung asked something
strange.

“Do you want to be good at Chinese skits?”

"of course."

“Then let’s go somewhere.”

It was a strange order to say that you have to go to a certain place to be good
at skit.

“Where are you?”

“To find our costumes.”

"why?"

“You’re a Qing Dynasty merchant, so are you going to wear a T-shirt with
English writing on it?”

“It’s time to take a walk.”

“Do that later.”

Jae-young got annoyed and finally grabbed Sang-woo by the wrist and
started dragging him.

“This is assault. Report. He said he would report it.”

Sang-woo shouted while holding the cell phone in the other hand. However,
Jaeyoung frowned and took my phone away and put it in my pocket. He was
stronger than he looked. I'll make sure to draw a red line
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“I will draw a red line for you today.”

“You naughty bastard. Why do you do that to people who want to help? If
you think it was an assault after it's over, report it. don't dry it.”

Are you really trying to help? Sang-woo had doubts, but decided to trust
him. When I replied that I knew, Jaeyoung let go of his wrist.

“Are you going to be a Qing merchant?”

"yes."

Of course. Because the role has a lot more lines, so the probability of getting
a good score is high.

“Then I can do the customer and the person who is voice phishing.”

Jaeyoung went into the student hall but did not elaborate on where he was
going. Climbing the stairs, Jaeyoung stopped at the door in front of which
there was a sign saying 'Theatrical Club'.

When I opened the door, a messy room appeared with props, masks, and
costumes. On top of the small refrigerator, cans of 'Black Holic' coffee that
Jaeyoung must have bought were stacked, and posters of outdated plays
were pasted on the walls. On the couch, two boys were playing soccer on a
console game console.

“Are you here, Senior Jaeyoung?”

“Don’t worry, just do what you do.”

Jaeyoung didn't even look at them, put the mannequin aside and opened the
door behind it.

Sang-woo entered the place he beckoned.

The room, with two tiered hangers attached to three sides of the wall, was
terribly small, but tightly packed with clothes of all kinds. Jaeyoung grabbed
a stick and went through his clothes.
Sang-woo also followed him to the lower hem to find clothes that would
have been worn by a man from the Qing Dynasty, but it was not easy.

“How about this?”

Jaeyoung found one such thing among dozens of clothes. It was a blue dress
that stretched from the neck to the ankles, with a belt at the waist and
sleeves, and an intricate gold pattern painted on the chest. He took out a
purple skirt of a similar design and put it on me.

“Is this better or that better?” you

look the same

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“They look the same.”

“Dan is different, Dan.”

“I do anything. It's strange that you care so much about Chinese skits.”

“You have to do this to get a perfect score. I will wear this.”

Jaeyoung seemed to like the yellow clothes with a similar design (in fact,
they all looked the same to Sangwoo).

“Find a pigtail.”

As Sang-woo said, he crouched down and searched for wigs in the box, but
to no avail.

As he reached out to fetch another box, Jae-young suddenly squatted down

like Sangwoo. So, a face suddenly appeared in the field of vision where his
shins were originally visible.

“Go back a bit.”

“Oh, okay.”

Jaeyoung only spoke, but didn't move at all. Sang-woo felt uncomfortable
and rummaged through the box. It wasn't long before I felt that my head was
empty. When I looked up, Jaeyoung was holding Sangwoo's ball cap. Even
when I looked at him who was still as if it were a still picture, I couldn't find
an answer. Seeing how he had been wearing a hat since yesterday, Sang-woo
guessed that it looked like he wanted one.

“It’s an old one I’ve been using since high school. Just buy one.”

Jaeyoung just stared at Sangwoo's face.

"If you don't come to me in the future, I'll buy you the same one."

Sang-woo suggested an if statement, but guessed that it wouldn't work.

Borrowing Jang Jae-young's expression, if this was a problem that could be
solved with a cheap hat, I wouldn't have come this far.

Jaejoong reacted a little strangely. It wasn't that he was laughing or making

other jokes, or that he was wearing the hat himself, or anything that Sang-
woo predicted. The hand that did not lift the hat approached Sang-woo's
eyes.

“What did you bury here?”

The long fingers approached very slowly, but I had plenty of time to dodge.
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The long fingers drew closer very slowly. There was plenty of time to dodge,
but Sang-woo was frozen in a strange tension.

Soon, Jaeyoung's index and middle fingers reached out very slowly and
touched Sangwoo's bangs. The moment his fingertips touched his forehead,
static electricity was generated.

Sang-woo crumpled the box and stepped back. Instinctive resistance to the
unpleasant stimulus spurred his hand away.

“Give it to me.”

“It’s much better without a hat. Why are you covering up like that?” “It’s my
heart.”

He reached out his hand, but Jaeyoung did not return the hat. Sang-woo got a
fever.

“I want it.”

“Why, let’s look at your face.” “Ah,

give it up!”

It was the first time in my life that I had spoken ill-humored words to my
seniors. Sang-woo threw himself forward and snatched the hat from Jae-
young's hand. Their hearts touched for a moment and Jaeyoung fell
backwards, but Sangwoo immediately stood up and ran out of the dressing
room.

After slamming the door, the male students who were playing games raised
their heads in surprise.

Sangwoo could feel his heart pounding and heat rushing to his face.

'Why are you always taking other people's things and making a fuss?'

I came out of the theater room with a sigh. He said he was capricious with
his own mouth, and he was right.
It was like this and that, and it was an unpredictable bastard like the fickle
weather.

Sang-woo, who was in a hurry, slowed down little by little. As time passed,
he grew shy. No matter how much Jang Jae-young took the hat and didn't
give it to him, the sudden screaming reaction was oversensitive.

Sang-woo isn't the type to throw out his anger when he's angry, but he was
surprised when someone approached him and touched his face, so he
couldn't make a rational decision.

'Coming to think of it, I'm not even of the opposite sex.'

When tackling in football, they all come much closer. When wrestling or
wrestling,
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When tackling in soccer, you stick much closer than this. What about
wrestling or wrestling, and no one looks at you strangely even when your
body is completely pressed against you? In the military, it's okay to take a
shower naked and close together. because it is between men.

Sang-woo concluded that he had acted irrationally. So when Jaeyoung

followed, I couldn't look him in the eyes. Jaeyoung gave Sangwoo a blue
theater costume, a pigtail wig, and a cell phone.

“I took off my hat to put on a pigtail, and I was playing a joke.

I didn't know you would be angry."

“I am not angry.”

It was a lie. Sang-woo's heart was still beating with anger. Jaeyoung was just
trying to get things ready, but it became clear that he had misunderstood in a
strange way. He seemed to be able to stress Sang-woo in countless ways,
intentionally or unintentionally.

“You have to practice to be good at skits. Let's be well, Sangwoo.”

Sang-woo put the clothes and wig in his backpack and left the building,
ignoring his words. He heard Jaejoong following him from behind. Sang-
woo turned around and said.

“It looks like the strategy has changed, but that doesn’t work, so don’t
pretend to be friendly.” A smile spread across his expressionless lips.

“I don’t plan a strategy. You do whatever you want.”

“And don’t follow me from here. Now, because of my seniors, I don’t even
go to the library and study at home.”

“If I didn’t do it, I wanted to do it more.”

“Follow me, then.” "okay.

You have to listen to me saying that.”

“… … .”

Sang-woo quickly walked to the library and got on his bicycle as usual. I
thought that if I accidentally passed Jaeyoung and shot down the downhill
road, I would feel relieved. However, Jaeyoung was following the downhill
road.

what are you doing

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“What are you doing?”

“Follow me.”

Sang-woo looked at the fluorescent-colored skateboard Jae-young was riding

with a shocked expression. How far can this person go? Isn't everyone's time
precious? Why did he do such unprofitable things when he could have done
something productive?

I shook my head and tried to focus only on riding my bike, but my eyes kept
going back to him. Jang Jae-young was very good at skateboarding. And I
thought it would attract people's attention. Not only Sang-woo, but the
people he met in the alley looked at him with curious eyes and admired him.
As if enjoying the attention, Jaeyoung demonstrated a technique of jumping
in the air while riding a board in a crowded place. He smiled at people like a
celebrity and gave high-fives to children while running.

He seemed free-spirited, like a character in a video game. Sang-woo knew

that Jae-yeong was different from him even then, but he felt that Jae-yeong
was a completely different species from him as he rode the board with a
smile on his face and his hair flying.

From one to ten, they were opposites. Unlike Sang-woo, who only did what
he had to do, Jae-young seemed to do whatever he wanted to do. Unlike
Sang-woo, who had no friends, Jae-young was a school star with people he
knew everywhere. Unlike Sangwoo, who only wears black clothes, Jae-
young's closet must be rainbow-colored. Unlike Sang-woo, who is always
expressionless, Jae-young was always smiling like a mischievous child.
Unlike Sang-woo, who was obsessed with the same routine, Jae-young was
like a homeless wanderer. They were living in a different world. They were
people I would never have known if it hadn't been for an unsavory incident.

Turning the sidewalk and entering the alley, the two ran side by side.
Jaeyoung jumped up even though no one was around and landed after
spinning half a turn. It was as if the skateboard was stuck to his feet.

“Why are you following me?”

There must be many better places to ride, but I didn't understand why it was
like that in a bumpy alley. Jaeyoung replied that there was nothing to do. It
wasn't an appropriate answer to the question. But there was no need to
understand him anyway. Because this is already half over.

“We have one week left.”

"what?"

enrollment withdrawal period

Machine Translated by Google
“It’s the withdrawal period.”

Jaejoong just laughed without answering.

They soon came to the front of the one-room building where Sang-woo
lives. It was a four-story building with mold on the plaster walls. Sang-woo
tied his bike to a bicycle rack with a awning, marked 'Room 402'. In the
meantime, Jaeyoung pushed the skateboard back and forth lightly with his
foot and looked up at the building.

“You live here.”

“The maximum sentence for trespassing is three

years.” “Why didn’t you say that?”

“If you pick up a bike and take it, report it right away. The same goes for
saddles and other parts.”

Instead of being sarcastic at Sang-woo's words, Jae-young laughed. As he

tapped the end of the skateboard with his foot, the other side of the board
came up. Jaeyoung held the board with his left hand and waved his right
hand.

“Have a good weekend, Sangwoo.”

“… yes."

I had no choice but to answer the innocent words. Sang-woo took his eyes
off him and entered the building. I thought about it while climbing the stairs,
wondering why I was so uncomfortable, but it seemed like this was the first
time we broke up normally without swearing at each other.

I was worried that he might come after me, but there was no sound from
behind. Sang-woo went up to the 4th floor, entered the number into the door
lock, and entered the house.

I let out a sigh for no reason. I put my backpack in front of the door and took
off my hat and coat and hung them on hangers. After taking off my jeans and
changing into my sweatpants, I washed my hands with soap in the bathroom.
In the mirror, there was an ordinary boy with his bangs pressed down.

Sang-woo took the book he wanted to study from the bookshelf and put it on
the desk. I took the pencil case and notebook out of my backpack and put
them next to it. But before she sat down, her foot moved to the window.

I lifted the curtains slightly and looked down the window. Jaeyoung was still
playing with the cat in the same spot, leaving the board behind. The black
cat was lying on the floor with its belly upside down.
Machine Translated by Google
The house was lying on the floor, and Jaeyoung was squatting and scratching
here and there with his fingers. Sang-woo also encountered the cat a few
times, but only saw it crying ferociously or running away swiftly. Jaeyoung
took out his phone and watched Yang taking pictures, then Sangwoo closed
the curtains.

Two days in hardcore inferno mode, one day off, and two days a bit
annoying. Just like his personality, which is difficult to define in a word,
Jang Jae-young's behavior was like an irregular sequence. Sangwoo hated
things without patterns. It was unpredictable.

He sat down at his desk and started studying.

return 0;

Uncertainty accompanies inefficiency.

There was no pattern in Jang Jae-young's behavior, so I couldn't predict what

he would do on the weekend. So Sang-woo repeatedly felt nervous and
relieved when a silhouette of a person reflected on the transparent door of
the PC room with the game poster attached.

Saturday's part-time job passed slowly. There were fewer people than usual,
so I had less work, but I couldn't use my spare time effectively because I was
just glancing at the door. It was a desirable defensive posture to deal with
when the enemy suddenly appeared, but looking at the situation itself, it
looked like he was waiting for Jae-young, so Sang-woo thought it was funny.

'There hasn't been a day I haven't seen it before.'

That was the only pattern I could find in Jaeyoung's behavior. He chased
after Sang-woo like he was going to eat him even on Wednesdays when
classes didn't overlap.

However, Jaeyoung did not show up until ten o'clock at night. Sang-woo
wondered and felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that he might be waiting
in front of the house. Since I've been there once on a skateboard, it won't be
a problem to come back again with that tenacious personality.
Sang-woo walked to the front of the house and saw a black figure in front of
the building.

'It's there too!'

However, upon closer inspection, it was nothing more than a large garbage
bag. In the end, Sang-woo never saw Jae-young that day. If I had known it
would turn out like this, I would have spent my time more efficiently while
working part-time. I felt like it was a waste of time for not being able to do
anything while glancing at the door. Sang-woo entered the house in a
slightly sullen mood and ended the

day. Jang Jae-young appears at odds during the week.

Machine Translated by Google
i) Jaeyoung Jang appears during the week with a [100]% chance. ii) Jang
Jae-young appears on weekends with a [x]% chance. (0ÿxÿ50) Saturday's
case drew such conclusions, albeit imperfectly. Sang-woo believed in the
option that Jae-young would not appear again today in order not to be
anxious like the day before. like a religion.

with my daughter

However, Jang Jae-young broke Sang-woo's 'faith' and appeared at 19:33.

Making eye contact with customers when the bell on the door rang was one
of their duties. Sang-woo's house, which had bet that he would not come,
was torn in half. Jae-young picked up the card and passed the counter, and
Sang-woo felt uneasy because he didn't know what he was going to do.
Fortunately, there are cameras installed in the ceiling, so if he does anything
nonsense, you can tell the boss and make sure he doesn't come back. The
boss was a good person. In the past, when there was a fight between Sang-
woo and a man who asked for credit, he took Sangwoo's side.

Customer No. 22 ordered: Full Chicken Stir-fried Noodles

Sang-woo glared at the notification. Jaeyoung passed the counter just a

minute ago. The order was evident as soon as the computer was turned on.

Sang-woo got up, measured the water, boiled it, and cooked the ramen
according to the recipe. I put the ramen bowl on the tray and headed to the
smoking room. Jaeyoung leaned back in his chair and watched a webtoon
with his legs shaking. Sang-woo put the tray on the table and immediately
turned around. A loud sigh was heard from behind.

Three minutes after returning to the counter, another notification came.

Guest order 22: Lemonade

'Today's tactic is mutt training.'

If so, it will be the most tolerable case ever suffered. Anyway, Jaeyoung's
seat was not too far from the counter, and Sangwoo had no complaints about
what he was doing for money.
The glass was filled 80% with purified water and powdered with a teaspoon.
Four ice cubes were dropped, and the water rose to the top of the glass.
Sang-woo put his cup on the same tray and went to Jae-young. He was
watching a video of people spraying graffiti on walls. The ramen bowl was
half empty.

“Whew… .” A

heavy sigh that seemed as if the earth would collapse came out from
between Sangwoo's lips.
Machine Translated by Google
A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Sang-woo put down his drink next to the bowl
of ramen and came out of the smoking room.

Five minutes after I returned to my seat, the alarm rang again.

Customer No. 22 ordered: Abalone Chips

Sangwoo glared at the screen with a disapproving expression. The system

made it possible to order all food, but few customers ordered just one
cookie, and usually bought it directly from the counter.

'Thank you for letting me exercise like that.' Sang-

woo took out snacks from the shelf and headed to the smoking room.
Jaeyoung was watching an overseas basketball video this time.

"ha… .”

For some reason, the sighs seemed to grow louder and louder. Sang-woo left
the smoking room with a snack next to the bowl of lemonade and ramen.

Sang-woo knew that it would not end here. He sat at the counter, crossed his
arms, and stared at the screen. How long had I waited, the notification rang.

Guest order 22: Fruit Jelly

As if he had waited, Sang-woo snatched the jelly and headed for the
smoking room.

“Haaaaa… .”

Jaeyoung let out a sigh as soon as the door opened. Sang-woo threw the jelly
into Jae-young's lap.

“Please order some at a

time.” “Haaaaaa… .”

“And if you have something to say, say it. Don't sigh.”

"It's painful, it's painful."

“I don’t know what to say.”

Sang-woo murmured and turned his back on Jae-young. As I grabbed the

doorknob of the smoking room, I heard a voice behind me. I'm going

to have you until you ask why are you sighing?

Machine Translated by Google
“I’m going to keep you going until you ask why I sigh.”

Sangwoo laughed. If you have something to say, just do it, so why waste
money and time by choosing such an indirect method?

“Why are you sighing?”

“My laptop is broken.”

Jaeyoung muttered as if he had waited, and at the same time as if he was

passing by. Sang-woo was curious.

“Where is the problem?”

"I don't know. It just beeps and won't turn on.”

“The memory card is missing from the slot or it may be a main board
problem. If the RAM is missing, you can open it and insert it, but if the
chipset is a problem, you have to leave it to AS. Listen and judge how many
times it rang.”

“I don’t know that because I’m not good at it.”

Jaeyoung muttered sadly, then sighed again.

“How do I do this? Should I take a dell like a hardware store? Will it cost
500,000 won?”

'Are you a Hogu kid?'

Sangwoo turned around and crossed his arms. Jang Jae-young was staring at
Sang-woo, buried in a chair. He started muttering like he was talking to
himself.

“I brought it, but it’s not like I can fix it by touching it. After playing some
games, I will look for an AS

center. I wonder if there’s a place open at this time, I’m really worried.”
“Give it to me.”
Sang-woo said abruptly. It wasn't that he was trying to help. It was just
something I did out of a desire to solve a problem if it was in front of me.
Jaeyoung clapped his hands and opened his eyes wide.

“Right, you were in the computer department, right? Since it’s the same
computer, can you cure it?” “Let me take a look.”

Jaeyoung held out the green drum bag without hesitation. Sangwoo took the
drum.
Machine Translated by Google
Jaeyoung held out his green laptop bag without hesitation. Sang-woo took
the laptop and returned to the counter. When I opened the bag, a 14-inch
white laptop came out. It was a foreign product that had been on the market
for 2 years, and it was a brand I knew well because I had used it before.

When I turned on the power, it didn't boot as Jaeyoung said and beeped
twice. If it happened twice instead of four times, it was a sign of a memory
problem. Sang-woo forced the laptop to shut down, took a Phillips
screwdriver from the drawer, and began disassembling it.

'Is this possible?'

When I opened it, the RAM card was not slightly out of the slot, nor was it
at all. Sang-woo requested a conversation with customer number 22 through
the PC room system.
Messages
Admin: Senior, there is no RAM. 20:16

Guest22: What is that? ÿÿ Look for it in your bag 20:16

Sang-woo frowned at the nonsense, but searched the pockets of his green
bag because he had to make a profit. Ironically, there was a memory card in
it.
Messages
Admin: It's in the bag. Why did you take out the RAM? 20:18

Guest22: I must have fallen in love with shaking around ÿÿ 20:19

'Computer parts automatically fell out and came out of the case?'

It was the most absurd thing Jay had ever said. Anyway, when I put the
memory card back in and turned on the computer, it booted up. However, it
seemed that the problem with this laptop was not just the hardware. Boot
time was unusually long.

Sang-woo was speechless when he saw the desktop that appeared after 5
minutes. Design software icons are prevalent, and images, videos,
documents, and all sorts of trends Because there was a folder of names,
female celebrities set as wallpapers
Machine Translated by Google
There was a folder named . Because of that, it was to the point where I
couldn't even see the female celebrity's face set on the background screen.
Messages
Admin: Booting too slow. Clean up desktop icons and delete unused
programs.

20:27

Guest22: Is it broken? 20:27

Admin: It's not even out of order. I'll install an optimization program. Buy
an SSD if you can. 20:27

But that wasn't what the program was supposed to do. It took about a
minute to even launch a web browser, so it was worth knowing how I had
been using a computer that wasn't that old.
Messages
Admin: I think formatting would be better. 20:32

Guest22: Do it ÿÿ 20:32

Admin: You don't have an OS. 20:32

Guest22: Come to think of it, what kind of CD was in the bag? 20:32

Who in the world carries a computer operating system in their bag?

Surprisingly, there was a genuine CD in the back pocket of the bag. Sang-
woo felt absurd.
Messages
Admin: Do you usually carry an OS with you? 20:34

Guest22: I don't know ÿÿ It must be like a free gift 20:34

Okay, you need to back up.

Machine Translated by Google
Admin: Okay. You should back up your data. 20:35

Guest22: How long is the backup? 20:35

Admin: Get a large-capacity USB or external hard drive. If not, do it on the

web hard. 20:35

Guest22: Look in your bag 20:35

Embarrassingly, there was a 1 terabyte external hard drive in the inside

pocket. At this point, it should be said that it is a bag without anything. It
was surprising that someone who didn't even know what a backup was
would have a very large capacity external hard drive.
Messages
Admin: I'll format it. Do you know how to partition? 20:37

Guest22: Divide C and D drives in half, Windows in D 20:38

Guest22: I don't know a thing, but I picked it up saying it's fucking good
ÿÿÿ 20:38

Admin: Yes. 20:39

Sang-woo backed up the data on the slow laptop to an external hard drive
and formatted it. After that, I optimized the laptop and installed some basic
software. I felt proud as I closed the cover.

Doing something productive saved me time and made me feel better.

“Hey, your eyes are twinkling.”

Jaeyoung leaned his arms and chin on the counter, looking down at
Sangwoo. Since when have you been there? Sang-woo didn't notice at all.

“Are you done already? amazing."

Sang-woo realized it belatedly. That I wasted two hours fixing and

formatting his laptop. No one told me to, but I did it myself. Even if it
doesn't act viciously like the first time, this annoying personality scum, a
bully's laptop. Sang-woo put the device in his bag with an annoyed
expression and held it out to Jae-young.

Don't install it because it's not the specification to run the graphic tool here
Machine Translated by Google
"Here you go. It is not a specification to run graphic tools, so do not install
it.”

“Thank you, Sangwoo.”

Jaeyoung's six-character words strangely touched my heart. I felt a bit

strange. There is no way that the price of two hours of labor can be replaced
with a simple thank you, but the moment I heard that word, I had the illusion
that the hard work was not worthless. Sang-woo nodded his head without
looking Jae-young in the eyes.

Just then, a night shift worker arrived and exchanged seats with Sang-woo.
While Sang-woo cleaned up and put on his coat, Jae-young stood in front of
the door with her laptop bag slung over her shoulder.

Sang-woo walked without thinking for a while. Then, when the endorphins
that were circulating in the body from touching the computer died down, I
faced a situation where I was walking side by side with Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung
put his hands in his pockets and was walking beside Sangwoo humming a
strange song. No attempts to trip, embarrass or harass have yet been seen.

“What are you doing?”

"huh?"

Jaeyoung put on an expression that he had just discovered that Sangwoo was
there.

“Where are you going?”

"me? uh… . at home?"

“This is the direction to my house.”

“I live here too.”

Then it explained why he was walking beside him. He wasn't following him,
he was just on his way home.
“Sangwoo, you are good at handling

computers.” “I just had everything I needed in my bag.”

“Thank you, so I guess I should give you a reward.”

"That's Okay. I did it because I couldn’t see it.”

As a reward, I didn't know what to do, so I hoped for Lee.

Machine Translated by Google
Also, because it was a reward and he didn't know what he was going to do,
and it wasn't something he wished for, Sang-woo said firmly.

"no. You worked hard, but you should be rewarded.”

"are you okay."

Jaeyoung stayed still for a while, then suddenly asked.

“Shall I show you a movie?”

Sang-woo wasn't interested in movies, but he knew that the equation 'cinema
= dating course' was a commonly accepted view in society.

“Why am I watching a movie with my seniors?”

"huh? I didn't ask to see you You said you would show it to yourself.”

“… … .”

I don't know why I've been having such strange misunderstandings since a
few days ago. Sangwoo felt his breath quicken.

“Is that so, then.”

He spoke and walked quickly, like chewing and spitting. It was fortunate that
I came home. Jaeyoung stopped walking in front of the one-room building.
Sang-woo walked toward the door as if he were running away.

“Sleep well, Sangwoo.”

It was an unnecessarily friendly greeting. Jaeyoung's greeting made

Sangwoo uncomfortable today.

For some reason, Sang-woo couldn't ignore him as usual.

“… Senior too.”

Sang-woo said that, whether Jae-young heard it or not, and ran up the stairs
two at a time.
Machine Translated by Google
Semantic Error Episode 6 (7/25)

Jang Jae-young definitely got weird.

The intensity of the bullying, which once drove Sang-woo into extreme
stress, decreased steeply, but now it has finally converged to zero. Of course,
that's if you don't take into account the basic stress of sitting together in class
and other stresses caused by him being around.

On the Monday of the second week, Jae-young goes beyond bullying Sang-
woo and starts to help him.

It was time to practice the conversational expressions I learned during

Chinese class with the person next to me. Sang-woo tried to do it with the
girl sitting on the left, not Jae-young, but she refused, saying that she was
friends with another girl. While wasting time, both the front and rear
students started practicing, so Sang-woo had no choice but to hang out with
Jae-young, who had a sneering attitude on his face.

“Kong-jeol-dhao-seouljjan-duo-chan-ssi-jian?”

Sang-woo first asked in Chinese how long it would take to get to Seoul
Station. Jaeyoung, who was listening, said a word.

“Is your language good enough?”

Sangwoo ignored that. I thought that only I had to practice, so I moved on to

the next conversation.

“Women-Ming-Tian-Yi-Chi-Chi-Khan-Tien-Ying-Ba?”

Shall we go to the movies tomorrow? Jaeyoung quietly listened to

Sangwoo's question and smiled strangely. He cleared his throat and
answered quickly.

“Hun Hao, Khan Shenme Tien Ying?”

“It’s not like that.”

Sangwoo frowned. In the book, there is clearly an expression that says, “I
can’t do it because I don’t have time,” but Jaeyoung answered in an absurd
way. He was a kid who couldn't live a day without playing around.

I understand what you mean

Machine Translated by Google
“You understand? What do you mean?”

“Okay, you’re asking what movie to watch. Do it right.”

“As expected, reading, writing, and listening are good styles. But what
you're saying is that it's an intermediate level, so it's serious.”

“I am doing what the book says.”

“Language has no meaning if it cannot be communicated. Different

countries have different ways of speaking, but you don’t make any effort to
be similar.”

'What's the point of acting like a teacher?'

Sang-woo felt the antipathy first, but he recalled the bitter memory of the
'Beginner Chinese' grade, which was A0 alone in the middle of A+ in the
first semester of the first year. The deductible factor was the pronunciation,
as Jaeyoung said.

“Read this.”

As Sang-woo tried his best to recite the sentence pointed out by his long
finger, Jae-young's eyes almost closed and his pupils disappeared. He
covered his mouth with his fist and laughed, but stopped when he saw Sang-
woo's expression.

“I got it right, but why are you laughing?”

"I'm not kidding, you... .” he blurted

out

“Okay, for now, you just have to do it like you do now. A little longer.”

Jaeyoung showed a demonstration. Sang-woo followed him exactly.

"good. 2-star feels like going in a diagonal line from bottom to top. Look,
like an airplane taking off.”
Jaeyoung raised his arm obliquely and slowly raised it up like an airplane.
Again, Jaeyoung spoke first and Sangwoo followed suit.

"yes. It's good that you let me know.”

Without warning, Jaeyoung's hand touched the back of Sangwoo's head.

After rubbing back and forth a couple of times, a strange feeling remained in
the place where it disappeared. Sang-woo was embarrassed because he
momentarily forgot how to breathe. The human body is subjected to multiple
attacks from nature.

has evolved to prepare for

Machine Translated by Google
I learned that it has evolved to prepare for His body instinctively regarded
Jaeyoung's hand as a hostile threat and seemed to tense up.

Jaeyoung wasn't looking at Sangwoo. He moved his hand with a serious

expression as if he was immersed in my lecture.

“Look at the three stars. It feels like coming down, scooping out a spoon,
and then going back up again. try."

“… Earl-Z.”

"uh? back again for the first time Then try two stars again.” “Ni-i.”

“Why are you suddenly like this when you’re doing well? It's broken, what
is it? If you can't overcome this, you'll never get a perfect score on your
skit.”

Sang-woo took out a screen that had turned into a fan and applied it to his
face. Jaeyoung turned his back to get something out of his bag. When he
came back, he passed a piece of paper to Sang-woo.

It was a piece of paper printed with simplified Chinese characters. When I

read the content, it was a line from a merchant, a shop customer, and a voice
phishing partner in the Qing Dynasty. Sangwoo's eyes widened.

Aside from being neatly organized, all the Roman alphabet phonetic
symbols were written on it. When I read it carefully, I trimmed the sentences
according to the context and there were no blanks, unlike the previous
handwritten script, which only had example sentences. It was a job that I
would have had to spend a long time on the Internet to do alone, and even if
I did my best, there would be a corner left behind.

As soon as their eyes met, Jaeyoung smiled.

“Isn’t there such a thing as a compliment?”

“Have you erased all the swearing?”

Jaeyoung replied that he had erased it, but Sangwoo couldn't believe what he
said. So I called a professor who was passing by and asked him to check on
the script as it was corrected. The professor accepted the script with a
doubtful expression and read it with his eyes. The corners of her mouth lifted
little by little, and then burst into laughter. Jaeyoung asked her, running the
pen between her fingers.

“How are you, Professor?”

“Last time it was full of obscene lines, but I fixed it well. Anyway, I have a
feeling that a masterpiece will come out. Should I bring a camcorder?”
Sangwoo did it all
Machine Translated by Google
“It was all done by Sang-woo.”

“This guy did the same last time, he said Sang-woo did it all. How does he
know such vulgar swearing? Even if it is you.”

“Ah, I’m being mean to my disciple. You are doing too much.”

The professor put his hand on Sang-woo's shoulder and said.

“I’ll be looking forward to next week anyway, both.”

Sangwoo frowned. Something was strange. It's hard to believe, but now I
have to admit it.

Error, Jaeyoung Jang... got nice

return 0;

After the second period, Jaeyoung stood up like a knife and yawned and
stretched at the same time. Then, throughout the 'Algorithm' class, he just
slept and said as if he had done something great.

“I need to eat.”

Now I'm used to walking down the engineering college hallways with him.
Going down the stairs at the same speed. And walking to the restaurant
together and sitting side by side to eat. But today, Jaeyoung stopped
Sangwoo in front of the College of Engineering.

“Sangwoo, hyung has an appointment

today.” It was completely unexpected. Rather, it was a strange situation.

They didn't even promise to have a meal together, but Jae-young acted as if
Sang-woo was waiting for him.

Sang-woo pretended to be happy to dispel his misunderstanding.

“Wow… .”
clap clap clap clap. I clapped my hands five times, only to be laughed at.
Jae-young took a can of coffee out of her bag and put it in Sang-woo's hand.

“Eat well, don’t get sick, drink plenty of water, and don’t follow people you
don’t know. got it?"

It's as if you're regretting it.

I was always curious but you went crazy

Machine Translated by Google
“I always wondered, are you crazy?”

Jaeyoung smiled. Before he had time to evade, his hand touched the top of
his head and fell.

“… … .”

When Sang-woo decided to say something, his back was already far away.

'It's broken, what is it?'

Sang-woo recalled what Jae-young said in passing in the first period. That
word bothered me more than the scolding of Fujida for my Chinese
pronunciation, or the prophecy that I wouldn't be able to get a perfect score
for skits this way. At some point, Jae-young became closer to Sang-woo than
necessary. And for Sang-woo, who is not used to such things, the accident
would stop in an instant. Like it's literally broken.

'Next time I'll have to get angry.'

I felt pretty bad. I was so upset that I was out of breath. Sang-woo walked
around the campus with anger inside.

Jaeyoung, who had gone far away, stopped in front of the bench before he
knew it. I was with one male student and one female student. When
Jaeyoung said something, the female student laughed and hit him hard on the
back. As if he had made a great joke, the male student sat down and laughed.
When Jaeyoung wrapped his arms around his neck and teased him, he
laughed even louder as he sprawled on the floor.

'I feel good.'

Sangwoo looked away from them and muttered to himself. I couldn't help
but feel good. I thought we were going to eat together, but Jang Jae-young
took care of it.

Because I can eat on time without worrying about being caught or being
interrupted.
It really was.

Meal time, when nothing happened, was so peaceful. Sang-woo ate quietly
at a table that was empty except for one female student and got up. It was
12:28, the perfect time to finish the dishes at the dinner table.

After a long time, I came out of the restaurant at normal time and opened the
can of coffee Jaeyoung gave me. A familiar time, a familiar taste, and a
familiar air. The walk while sipping coffee was pleasant. It was 12:41 after
circling the promenade. Sang-woo threw the coffee can into the second trash
can in front of the College of Natural Sciences and headed to the library.

i feel really good

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'I feel good. Really.'

The library was sparsely populated that day, so there were no obstacles to
studying. Sang-woo finished requesting books and scanning new books,
borrowed a new programming book, and sat down.

'Can I read all of this?'

Lately, for some strange reason, he was skeptical that studying in his
department was too much for him, but he put a thick book in his backpack
and took out a book for his major, which was his turn to study this time.
There were no students at the table at which he sat. Sang-woo stared blankly
at the empty seat before turning his gaze to the book.

Capacitors, capacitors, inductors, direct current and alternating current… .

His eyes wandered over the letters. I'm obviously deciphering the symbols,
but no matter how many times I read it, I couldn't understand the meaning.
'So what's the matter?'

Sang-woo complained inwardly and was startled to himself. I had never had
such a negative mind while studying anything before. However, no matter
how reverently he approached, the text did not open the door to Sang-woo.
No matter how many times he read it, he could only scratch the surface and
not understand the concept. It was clear that he had not been able to properly
attend classes.

return 0;

Regardless of poor conditions, time passed. The day turned into night, and
then into day again.

The next day started the same way, but not everything was the same. The
seat next to Sang-woo was empty until 20 minutes after class started, except
for a leather crossbody bag. Since the owner was not there, he could just
clean it up and sit down, but Sang-wu felt strangely uncomfortable with the
fact that there was no obstruction next to him.

Jang Jae-young staggered in through the back door the moment Sang-woo's
electronic clock changed to 22 minutes. It seemed like laser beams were
coming out of Professor Choi's eyes from the 'Embedded System' staring at
him as he fell on his desk after being late. The smell of alcohol wafted from
Jaeyoung. Sang-woo wondered if he had gone out for drinks with the people
in front of the bench the day before.

“Why are you late?”

But the whispers that came out of his mouth contained other questions.
Besides, it was meaningless because it was a question I already knew the
answer to. Jaeyoung, who was lying down, turned his head slightly and
looked up at Sangwoo.
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I looked up at Sangwoo.

“Why do you think it is?”

“I’ve been drinking late.”

“I know.”

“With whom?” A

thinly hidden question came out of Sangwoo's mouth. Jaeyoung's eyes

sparkled with mischief at the subject that he couldn't even raise his head
properly because he was so sluggish.

“What if I drank with someone?”

“I was curious about who is the lesser person who drinks with seniors.”

“If you want to drink with me, say you want to drink.”

“Are you crazy, am I?”

Sang-woo wanted to blame Jae-young for not being able to concentrate in

class when he came, but he hadn't listened to anything before that.

'I don't even know what it's about.'

These days, Sang-woo often felt unfamiliar emotions. At the same time, I
felt like I was being deprived of familiar sensations. In the meantime, the
dark brown back of his head kept pulling Sang-woo's attention away from
the book. It wouldn't work today, I could foresee.

Even after class ended, Jaeyoung did not get up and lay down on his desk.

"senior."

I could have left him and went to the next class, but Sang-woo called him.

“… senior."
Jaeyoung did not raise his face and reached out with only his left hand and
grabbed Sangwoo's arm. That action made Sang-woo very uncomfortable.

"ah… . I can't do it because I feel like throwing up."

Jaeyoung said while clinging to Sangwoo's arms with both hands. He barely
got up and took

'Blackholic' out of his bag and put it on the desk. When he staggered away,
only a can of coffee was left behind. Sang-woo took the coffee.
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Only the canned coffee was left behind. Sang-woo grabbed a coffee and
headed to the next lecture room.

A backpack was always placed in Sang-woo's preferred seat. Sang-woo hung

his bag on a chair and sat down. It was injustice to clean up someone else's
seat, but he knew Jae-young wouldn't show up.

It's been a long time since I sat in my favorite seat, but strangely, I didn't feel
good. The contents of the 'Algorithm' class that day were not difficult, but
Sang-woo couldn't concentrate well.

'Are you going to throw up... .'

It was Jaeyoung's fault for drinking too much even though he had class the
next day. Still, it made me feel a bit pitiful to see her sick. Sang-woo
suddenly realized that he had made a different judgment in the previous case
with a similar logical structure.

'It is Jang Jae-young's responsibility to attend as a proxy. Therefore, even if I

can't graduate, I deserve it.'

Sang-woo fell into confusion. The unfamiliar feeling that there was a crack
in the coherent thinking did not go away until after the class, until I ate alone
in the cafeteria.

Sang-woo had no idea. I just sat down because there was a seat and ate soup
because there was a spoon. Then I got up because the plate was empty. The
body mechanically disposed of the leftovers and placed the empty trays on
the conveyor belt. I put my spoon and chopsticks into separate containers
and drank a glass of water from the sink.

Since there was no variable, the time was of course 12:28. Sang-woo walked
according to the routine like a car with an automatic driving command
entered. Before he knew it, he was in the concession stand, but there were no
drinks to buy. I realized that in front of the refrigerator. The store owner,
who was sitting at the counter, approached Sang-woo and touched his
shoulder, showing an apologetic expression.
“Student, it’s been a while. Don't worry, I told you to come in on Coffee
Monday!”

"all right."

Sangwoo replied by pushing her hand away.

“Because I was still worried about you because I was sorry. I've been
drinking it every day, so how much do I want to drink? right?"

Sang-woo's gaze turned to the refrigerator, not to the empty fifth row.
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Sang-woo's gaze turned to the refrigerator. It wasn't the empty fifth row, it
was the row above it.

Take charge of the drunkard's next day!

Patent No. 99999

hangover cure drink

Dawn777

He inadvertently stretched out his hand, then clenched it into a fist and
pressed it back to his body. But the hand stretched out again. So I put it back
on my body. His hand defied the brain's commands as if it were an organism
of its own.

After several conflicts, Sang-woo's right hand won the battle against the
brain and opened the refrigerator.

The owner of the store where Sang-woo was watching 'Dawn 777' next to
the housekeeper said.

“Did you drink yesterday? I'm in a mood, just take it. The last time I saw the
student's expression, I was worried the whole time.”

Sang-woo got a free hangover-cure drink. But where do you write this?
When Sang-woo tried to ask for money, the store owner had gone back to
the counter.

Sang-woo left the store and walked along the promenade, drinking the
canned coffee Jae-young gave him this morning. I threw the can into the
second trash can in front of the College of Natural Sciences and headed for
the library. After requesting a new book and scanning it, I sat down.

When I opened the bag, I saw canned drinks among the major books. Sang-
woo put the necessary books on the desk and took out 'Dawn 777' to
examine it.

'I take responsibility for the drunkard's next day!'

As soon as I saw the word drunkard, I was reminded of Jaeyoung who
couldn't control her body properly.

He tried to think of other drunkards, but couldn't think of any. So I tried

imagining a bottle of wine or a whale, but the images once stuck in my head
were too powerful.

Sang-woo, who had been sitting still for a while without doing anything,
suddenly stood up and picked up a drink. Then, with quick steps, I came
down the stairs and crossed the lobby.

Sang-woo liked to solve problems. Although it wasn't his problem, if the

statement on the can was true (it said there was a patent to cure hangovers, it
was only that it could be solved.
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c) because it can be solved. That was it.

Actually, it was a bit of a silly idea. Because Jaeyoung might have already
had a drink.

Because the drink may not work as well as the advertised phrase. Because
Jaeyoung might have already gone home. Sang-woo walked steadfastly,
even while questioning the tail after tail. I didn't know where Jae-young was,
so I thought I'd leave him in the theater room. If that's the case, you've done
your best. Sang-woo had no obligation to do more than that.

On the way to the academy, Sang-woo stopped walking. Someone from afar
caught his eye. Even though I couldn't see his features properly, I could see
that he was smiling with a wrinkled face. The gesture of the hands moving in
the air was something I had seen many times. The angle of the bent leg was
not the same as the others. The green coat he had taken off was lying on the
ground.

Jaeyoung occupied an entire bench and sat down. And a woman with bright
yellow hair and bobbed hair stood in front of him with her arms crossed. His
complexion was not good, but he looked much better than he had seen in
class. The woman giggled as he put on a distressed expression and touched
her stomach. When I said something, the woman punched me in the arm.
laugh, laugh, laugh. Smiles bloomed on the faces of both the man and the
woman.

Sang-woo turned around and walked in the opposite direction. I just played
with my feet without thinking. When I came to my senses, I was in front of a
futsal field under construction.

The worker who had told him strange things before was now working. Sang-
woo strode toward him. A man in a hard hat made a surprised expression.

"student! What are you doing here at this hour?”

“What are you talking about?”

Sangwoo handed him the drink he was holding.

“Eat this.”

"huh? what's this… . I stopped drinking.”

“Eat anyway.”

Sang-woo returned to the library in a month. Lately I've been wasting time
all the time, but I've never wasted it so badly. My heart was pounding with
remorse for using my time inefficiently.

Sang-woo was rummaging through his bag for a pencil case when he saw the
silent cell phone screen flickering. Rarely did the message come.
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Free Ride 3: Sangwoo, go first today 13:27

Free Ride 3: Even if you are upset, endure

it 13:27

Sangwoo glared at the screen. After reading the short text several times, I
hesitated for a while after touching the reply box.

'Good for you.'

'happy.'

'Please do it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.'

A few messages were written and then erased. Sang-woo eventually replied
'yes' and threw his cell phone into his bag.

It was clear that Jaeyoung Jang was seriously mistaken. Or, as always, just
kidding. I'm sorry, what reason do you have for yourself? It feels good when
the person who interrupted you disappears.

return 0;

“Hello, lettuce brother.”

Wisdom sat down next to him and said. It was 15 minutes before the cultural
theory class started. Sangwoo nodded his head. His gaze returned to the
thick inscription.

“It’s still a long way from the exam, but you’re studying hard.”

“I’ll do it in advance.”

“I want to do that too, but it doesn’t work.”

Ji-hye kept talking to her from the side, but even so, she didn't disturb Jang
Jae-yeong half as much as he was sleeping. Lately, he's been interrupting
Sang-woo even when he wasn't there.
“Brother, you look very upset.” Sangwoo ignored

that.

I will give you a few photos that make me feel good

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“I’ll show you a picture that makes me feel good.”

Wisdom's hand holding the phone came into view. Sang-woo looked at the
several photos of the small white dog from various angles, expressionless.

“Isn’t it great? Then what about this?”

The next picture was an orange cat. Sang-woo was waiting for her to put the
device away. Then, among the flickering photos, I saw something unfamiliar.

“Wait, what was that?” "yes?

Oh, I captured it while shopping on the internet, but I put the wrong folder.”

When Ji-hye flicked the screen with her finger, a picture of the keyboard
appeared. Sang-woo enlarged the small picture and looked closely. Tenkiris
on the ninja with the keyboard handled below. LEDs were also embedded in
each keyboard in black and yellow special colors.

“It’s the Feelcom ax8990 Honeybee Edition.”

"yes?"

“The price is a little high, but since Veri’s switches are used, the durability is
good, the key feel is good, simultaneous input is possible, and in many ways
it’s okay. I will probably use it for a long time. Think about the LED. I
thought it was crazy. Which switch?”

"ah… . What do you like about working on documents?”

“Then, a silent non-click red axis is good. If you want to feel the taste of
typing while being quiet, brown chicken is also fine. Blue is usually
preferred by gamers.”

“Right? right? Shall we live as red stock then?”

Wisdom nodded and asked. Sangwoo pondered for a moment before

answering.
“This is priced at 198,000 won, is it okay? It's a classic that's been out for a
long time, so there are many used ones out there. A well-maintained one can
be bought for around 100,000 won.”

"Oh really? How do you deal with used goods?” Sang-woo spent the rest of
his time explaining second-hand trading tips. Ji-hye nodded her head,
listened intently, and even took notes, so it was difficult to stop.

“You don’t know anything, brother.”

It's not
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"It's not."

When Ji-hye said something strange, the professor came in. Sang-woo
immediately looked at the book. A minute after the class started, Jihye
placed something on top of the book. It was a note made from torn
notebooks. At first, I almost got angry thinking that she had thrown out the
trash, but when I looked closely, I saw that there were letters written on it.

Sangchu oppa^-^ Thank you for teaching me good information!!! If there's

anything you don't know, ask me too. I would love to help *_*

Sang-woo wrote 'yes' at the end of the note and returned it to Ji-hye.
However, a question arose in the back of my mind. What can I ask of
Wisdom? When Sang-woo had a question, he usually looked for a book or
solved it on the Internet. As a humanities student, Ryu Ji-hye understands
cultural theory subjects much better than Sang-woo. I'm sure, but she's also
just a college student. I didn't feel like I could give you more information
than the collective intelligence of the Internet world or professional books.
Thinking about it, Sang-woo remembered a field that Ji-hye knew much
better than he did.

'I'll ask later during break time.'

Sang-woo jotted down notes in his head and focused on class again.

return 0;

“That old man.”

When it was break time, Sang-woo got lucky. Wisdom listened earnestly,
even correcting her posture.

“Who are you?”

"that… . page… Senior Jaeyoung.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Looks like you have a girlfriend.”

Sang-woo spit out the words and felt embarrassed. What Wisdom asked for
was a question.

Sang-woo's question was also a perfect question when it came to mind, but
when I just spit it out of Sang-woo's mouth, it became a form that was
neither one nor the other.

But, fortunately, Wisdom didn't seem to care. she replied with a smile.

“As far as I know, you don’t.”

Sang-woo's curiosity was easily answered.

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Sang-woo's curiosity was easily answered.

“It must have been a while since you broke up with the person you dated last
year. She is my sister who graduated from law school now... . She is really
pretty, has a good family, and is a genius.

And there was a lot of unsolicited information.

“How do you know that?”

“I tried using social media, and I hear rumors from time to time.”

“What rumors?”

Wisdom's mouth moved again. That Jaeyoung received an offer from an

agency to become an actor at the age of 20, that he worked as a model for a
while, and that a friend he dated as a freshman is now a famous singer, all of
which he didn't need to know. Ji-hye stopped talking when Sang-woo made a
sad expression.

“I’m not interested, but my friend likes Jaeyoung, so he keeps telling me.”

"okay? Why do you like it?”

“You look good.”

Sang-woo also acknowledged that.

“You exercise well.”

I was good at skateboarding.

“You have a really good personality.”

Then came a sentence that I couldn't agree with.

“Isn’t it? You don't know each other well because you're close."

“I’m not friendly at all.”

An asshole who has become kinder these days, a human idiot, a sadist. Only
extreme words floated in my head to tell Ji-hye, who did not even know Jae-
young.

“That’s right, before, Jaeyoung oppa told me not to talk about it. what!"

It was an attack that hit the mark, so Sang-woo pretended not to hear.
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Since it was a straight-forward attack, Sang-woo pretended not to hear.
Fortunately, the professor came back just in time.

return 0;

After class, it was time to eat. While Sang-woo was organizing his books
and pencil case, Jihye suddenly asked.

“Oh, how did that go? A mask and ear plugs.”

“It doesn’t work.”

The screen was turned into a fan, seven cans of coffee were left at home, and
ear plugs were worn once and never touched.

"sorry."

But wisdom was not something to be sorry for. Because the opponent is
strange. Come to think of it, I promised to buy her a meal in return for her
advice. Even if it didn't help much, a promise is a promise, so Sang-woo
took a meal ticket out of his wallet and put it on her desk.

Wisdom stared at the meal ticket.

“Why would you like a meal ticket?”

“You said you were buying rice.”

"Oh really. You have to buy it yourself, what is this!”

“Buy this and eat it.”

Sang-woo got up from his seat, putting his backpack on, and Ji-hye put the
meal ticket back into Sang-woo's pocket.

“It’s not like this, brother. Buy it next time you feel like it.” Sang-woo
recalled the memory of getting 23,500 won worth of pasta from her. It
seemed that he was not satisfied with the price of education, since it was so
cheap.
"okay. I'll buy you a pizza later.”

“Really? Isn’t it like pizza bread?”

'I thought he was nice, but he's suspicious.'

They came out of the building. While walking toward the restaurant,
someone called Sang-woo from behind.

Sangwoo
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“Sangwoo.”

There was only one person worthy of calling him that. Sang-woo quickly
turned around. He was holding his breath as if the person he expected had
come running wearing the expected coat.

“I was here. You found it.”

"why?"

“Why, you decided to eat with me.”

“Me?”

It was the first time. It was clear that Jang Jae-young mistook Sang-woo for
someone else or misunderstood something. Sang-woo turned around and
walked toward the restaurant, but this time Ji-hye, who was next to him, was
tied up.

“Uh, Department of French Language and Literature.”

"wow… . See you again, brother. hello." "Iknow, right. Did we make a
statement?”

“I’m Ryu Ji-hye. lol. And actually, I know your brother's name, you're so
famous... .”

Sang-woo tried to increase the distance, but they quickly followed and
overheard the conversation.

“Jihye junior goes well with Sangwoo. You were with us when you came to
our store then.”

“Actually, it was the first time we met that day. Sangwoo oppa was so kind
that he lifted my burden... . I didn't mean to do that, but I put too many
books in the box. Why, when you pack, you have to spread out heavy things.
I didn't have to study everything, but I was greedy to finish it in one room...
.”
Week by week week by week. The words of wisdom are not over. And
Jaeyoung, Jihye, Jaeyoung, Jihye, Jaeyoung, and the conversation came and
went like a ping-pong ball bouncing. The line at the restaurant dwindled
especially slowly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! bro you are really funny Oh right. My friend wants to get
his brother’s autograph, can you do it?”

“Ah, I’m not even a celebrity, what kind of sign is that?” Oh, the new Jae-
young talked to Ji-hye, and the two of them
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Before anyone knew it, Jaeyoung was talking to Jihye. If someone you don't
know sees it, they'll mistakenly think that the two of you have known each
other for a long time. It was hard to listen to the two of them chirping like
sparrows, but the line got shorter as I waited. They each brought their plates
and entered the restaurant. Jaeyoung waited in line at another place to get the
special dish, banquet noodles, and joined later. Sang-woo eagerly searched
for a table that had only one empty seat, but couldn't find one, so the three of
them had no choice but to sit together.

“Does Wisdom have a boyfriend?”

Jaeyoung did not even touch the banquet noodles and asked Jihye a strange
question. Wisdom replied with a bright smile.

“No, no!” "okay? I

thought it would be there.” Sangwoo's eyes

turned to Jaeyoung's face. His eyes staring at Wisdom were unusual.

“So. I feel like men don't know my true worth.”

“There are many solo juniors I know, so just talk.”

Jaeyoung smiled and sat down with his arms folded.

“Should I really introduce you to my friend Kim? I can think of two or three
good kids. What style do you like?”

He took out his cell phone and started looking through the phone book.
Wisdom smiled and waved her hand.

“Aww, no. I'm just going to study this semester. Thank you for just the
words.”

"ah… . okay?"

Jaeyoung looked at her face carefully and put the phone back in his pocket.
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
“Come to think of it, how is Sang-woo? I think it will suit you well.”

Sang-woo spat out the seaweed soup in his mouth. Everyone looked
surprised, but the one who was most surprised was Sang-woo himself. Jihye
pulled out some wet wipes from her bag and held them out.

Didn't you cut the lettuce too much, I'm feeling this way
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“Lettuce brother! Aren't you doing too much? Are you feeling that bad?”

“Then, it can’t feel good to be involved with someone while you’re quiet.”

“It’s just talk.”

“I still hate it.”

Sang-woo stole the ingredients and soup with one wet tissue and wiped the
table with one.

What kind of situation is this? Sang-woo couldn't understand it at all, but he

was certain that he was uncomfortable. I wanted to get out of this place
quickly. Jaeyoung smiled and looked at Sangwoo.

"award… weight?"

“Sangwoo oppa’s childhood nickname was Sangchu. Aren't they so cute?"

"okay? You seem to be very close with Sangwoo, even calling him by his
nickname.”

'Our Sangwoo?'

It was something I hadn't even heard from my mother. Sang-woo felt that the
rice he ate was immediately added to it. For a while no one talked. However,
before the quiet atmosphere was over, Jaeyoung broke the silence.

"however… . where are you going today?”

"yes?"

“Your makeup is thicker than the last time I saw you.”

"ha ha ha… . do you remember that? At that time, I was a little more
comfortable because I was carrying my luggage. I usually take care of
myself. haha."

“I was talking about last Wednesday.”

"ah… . There was a situation that day... . I was up late, so I was almost late.”

"I see. I also noticed that I was paying special attention today, so I thought I
would meet someone important.”

A completely meaningless conversation ensued. Sang-woo thought that such

a conversation would not help digestion at all. Perhaps because Jaeyoung
made her talk too much, Jihye The relationship was not good.
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I didn't look good. Sang-woo sympathized with her difficulties as if it were
his own. Anyone will be annoyed if you keep telling them not to eat.

On the way out from the meal, in front of the restaurant, Ji-hye asked a
strange question.

“How did you guys get along? It’s such a different style, but it’s amazing.”

There was an error in her words. Sang-woo immediately refuted.

“I didn’t know anything… .”

“There were some misunderstandings at first.”

Jaeyoung put his arm around Sangwoo's shoulder. Sang-woo's body froze
again at that trivial act, and even after swallowing his breath, he forgot the
timing to exhale. Jaeyoung's arm leaned on his shoulder and felt as heavy as
a lump of iron.

“We had a lot of bad feelings for each other, but we’ve all sorted it out now.
right?"

“No.”

Sangwoo pushed his shoulder with the palm of his hand. Jang Jae-young
made contact with other people's bodies without hesitation. originally such a
person. A person who puts their arms around anyone (even those they are
not close to), calls them names, touches their faces, jokes with them, and
teases them.

Sangwoo hated that kind of thing. There is a culture in foreign countries

where children are often hugged, but Sang-woo did not grow up in such a
family environment. In Sang-woo's world, the only person who could touch
him was his romantic partner, the opposite sex. that too is limited. No matter
how innocent the action was, it was bound to make me feel bad.

“Don’t get me wrong. Nothing is solved and it's still the worst. What do you
think will change if you pretend to be nice? I still feel bad and have no
intention of solving it.”
“It’s okay for a while, and then it starts again.”

Jaejoong's expression was grim. Jihye had her eyes wide open like a rabbit.

"You're skit tomorrow, are you brave?"

Sang-woo missed the timing to advise him not to touch his body because
Jae-young was being sarcastic.

“Don’t come to class. I will play 3 roles per person.”

Nope
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"Nope."

Jaeyoung stretched and spoke lazily.

“I’m sorry, Wisdom. I'll take some Sangwoo. I have a hugely important
announcement tomorrow.”

"oh… . yes!"

And suddenly, he grabbed Sangwoo's wrist. Sang-woo shook off his hand,
but this time Jaeyoung hit him on the back. While Sang-woo was
embarrassed that he had experienced such a thing for the first time in his life,
he snatched the backpack from his shoulder. Then it popped out.

"hey? senior!"

I called him out loud, but he didn't stop.

'Isn't that a real idiot?'

Even though Sang-woo thought it was absurd, he had no choice but to follow
and run. Because he could never have predicted what he would do with his
rucksack. If it was Jang Jae-young, it wouldn't be strange if he threw
everything in it down the drain.

Jaeyoung, who was running at first, speeded up when he was in danger of

being overtaken by Sangwoo.

“Stand there!”

Jaeyoung was running at full speed with his backpack in front of him. Once,
Sang-woo's fingertips brushed Jae-young's shoulder, but Jae-yeong laughed
at him and ran away. I remember running as hard as I could exactly a week
ago, and something similar to that time was repeating itself.

"ah… . it's tough."

After passing the futsal field, cafeteria, and academy, Jaeyoung stopped at
the wide lawn in front of the front gate after going around the engineering
college. Sang-woo gasped for breath as his breath caught to the tip of his
chin.

“Give me… . Give it up.”

He held out his hand helplessly, but Jaeyoung didn't hear him. He opened
Sangwoo's backpack as if it were his own and pulled out a water bottle to
quench his thirst.

“Are you really crazy?”

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“I guess so.”

Sang-woo took the bucket he threw and drank. My heart was pounding
because I ran out of nowhere. The surrounding landscape was unfamiliar. A
lawn where students hang out like laundry and take a rest. Sang-woo had
never set foot here in six semesters.

"What are you doing? Please sit down.”

Jaeyoung sat down and patted the seat next to him with the palm of his hand.
Then he lay down on Sang-woo's backpack. Lie on your back with your legs
apart, your hands intertwined and supporting the back of your head. The
eyes were closed and the corners of the mouth drew an arc as if in a good
mood. The sunlight fell on his hair and it shimmered brightly.

“Give me your bag.”

“I am writing.”

“Because I want to give it up.”

“Then bring me another pillow.”

Sang-woo squatted down and pulled the backpack abruptly, but Jae-young
was holding both arms, so he couldn't take it away.

“I heard you were preparing skits?”

“I was meant to do it here.”

“There is no desk, no chair. Are you really doing it here?”

“You must have memorized the entire script. What can you not do?”

Jaeyoung had his eyes closed so he couldn't see him, but Sangwoo nodded.
If it was a script, I knew it a long time ago. As I sat with my butt on the
grass, I felt strange. Sang-woo smelled the grass and wondered what the hell
he was doing sitting in a place like this.
“Then let’s begin.”

“Let’s take a 10-minute break.”

“Waste time… .”

“Is it okay to waste that much?”

Jaeyoung took out a can of coffee from my bag and held it out. I checked my
watch.
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Jaeyoung took out a can of coffee from his bag and held it out. I checked my
watch to see that it was still time to take a walk around the campus. Sang-
woo answered yes and opened a can of coffee. Jaeyoung was quiet for a
while, as if asleep, then called his name when the can was half empty.

“Sangwoo.”

"why."

“What is your ideal type?”

Sang-woo frowned and looked at Jae-young, but he still closed his eyes in a
carefree attitude. “Why do you

ask about something so personal?”

“Originally, between ‘not at all close friends’, we kill time by asking useless
things like this.”

“I see.”

Sang-woo answered Jae-young's question. I had never really thought about

it, but when I put together the women who had made even the slightest
positive impressions so far, I quickly came up with a thread.

“I prefer someone with a neat appearance and a calm personality.”

“Oh, kind of like a kindergarten teacher.”

Sang-woo ignored that and drank the coffee without a word. A little later, the
second question came up.

“When was your first love?”

"I don't know."

"I don't know?"

“The concept is ambiguous. If you clarify, I will answer.”

Jaeyoung frowned and opened his eyes. The sun-drenched eyes were brown.
As he stared into my eyes, Sang-woo softened.

“Whether it’s when you first started dating or when you first had sexual
intercourse, you have to be precise.”

Jaeyoung rolled his eyes, still not understanding.

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Jaeyoung rolled his eyes, still not understanding.

“Have you ever liked anyone?”

"If that's the concept... . My first love was when I was six years old, and the
object was not a person.”

He snorted as soon as he heard it, but Sang-woo laughed at Jae-young

instead. Sang-woo did not believe in the emotional love depicted in the
media. They dismissed it as an illusion made by irrational people by
confusing it with sexual desire, and thought it was a lie encouraged by the
government to maintain the marriage system. Everyone goes through it, but
Sang-woo has never felt that kind of emotion before.

“Time is up. I will begin.”

Sang-woo checked his watch and corrected his posture and sat down.

“Piyeni-Pyeni-Thai-Pyeni… .”

Cheap, cheap, fruit is cheap. Buy a bunch. When he said the first line,
Jaeyoung burst into laughter. Her cheekbones were raised, and her teeth
were exposed between her lips.

“Shin Ching Hao.”

“That’s not it. Do it right.”

“What did I say?”

"I feel good."

"me too."

“… … .”

Sang-woo sneezed because his nose was itchy. Some flies were flying
around. No, is it a butterfly?
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At the end of March, the weather, which had been fine for a while, became
chilly with the spring cold.

The padding insulated my body, but as I rode my bike, the wind whipped my
face. Sang-woo arrived at the College of Humanities with red cheeks. I put
my backpack in the classroom and checked if I had memorized all the scripts
for 3 roles per person (there was no guarantee that Jang Jae-young would
attend). After confirming that the memory is intact, take out the costume and
wig and go to the bathroom The right column always had a long poem
attached to it, so I entered the left column.
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headed to The right compartment was always marked with a malfunction
sign, so it went into the left compartment.

By the time I changed my clothes and came out, four minutes had passed.
Finally, I had plenty of time to practice. Back in the classroom with the back
door open, Jaeyoung was sitting hunched over, wearing a yellow, shiny
cloth, looking at her cell phone. I didn't wear my wig properly, so my hair
poked out under the rubber.

unpredictable person. don't know where to go Yesterday and today are

different, and they reverse what they promised themselves. It was a fatal
error, but Sang-woo seemed to get used to it. A bully, a sadist, a scumbag, a
human degenerate. How messed up he is because he doesn't hate him.

Jaeyoung raised his head and burst into laughter. While I was doing the same
thing, I laughed out loud as if I had seen the most ridiculous scene in the
world.

“Why are you here so early?”

“I am the class assistant.”

“Ah, yes.”

I had never seen him act as a teaching assistant, but he was talking nonsense.
Sangwoo kicked his outstretched leg away and sat down next to Jae-young. I
put my hand on my temple and checked my lines, but Jaeyoung took a
picture of his face with his cell phone. Sangwoo covered his face with an
annoyed expression.

“Don’t do it, little.”

“You wear it like you normally do. It fits really well.”

Jaeyoung smirked as he checked the pictures he had just taken. Then I turned
the camera on again.

“Sangwoo.”
"yes."

“Do you want to take a selfie?”

"no."

Jaeyoung blindly pulls a chair and sits next to Sangwoo. The screen of his
phone showed the two of them in silly bald wigs. Sang-woo stayed still,
wondering if it would be okay to give it a shot. smile man
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“Smile, man.” I

wasn't happy, but I wasn't in the mood to force myself to smile. Jaeyoung
took three pictures in a row, and each time his expression changed. The first
time I laughed, the second time I stuck out my tongue, and the third time, I
have no idea how, but I strained my facial muscles and made them look ugly.

“You are the best at this.”

Jaeyoung showed the picture and said. When Sang-woo saw it, everything
was the same.

And everything was strange.

They worked on the script in their free time. Jaeyoung listened carefully to
Sangwoo's pronunciation, and if there were any parts he felt unsatisfactory
(almost all), he had him practice repeatedly. And the students came in.
Unknown people pointed at Sang-woo and Jae-young and giggled, and then
started talking to them. The Chinese professor who arrived a little earlier
saw them and burst into laughter. Even during class, the corners of her
mouth twitched when her gaze turned to that direction.

After the 40-minute class, the three teams took turns presenting plays for the
last 10 minutes.

The first team played a Chinese couple traveling in Paris. It was a play
where conversations such as 'what is that?' or 'this is the Eiffel Tower' were
the mainstream. The second team was about a Korean University student
introducing the campus to a Chinese friend. (It seemed like they overheard
Sang-woo's idea.) Then it was their turn.

"next. Jaeyoung Jang and Choo Sangwoo please make an announcement.”

Jaeyoung got up, stretched, looked down at Sangwoo and smiled. His
confident expression made him look like someone going on a picnic.
Jaeyoung left the bag carrying small items such as grapes, a phone and a
club, and Sangwoo followed him empty-handed. As they stood in front, the
students clapped their hands. There were also children taking pictures with
cameras. The kids weren't the problem, the professor was holding a
camcorder.

After everything was prepared, Sang-woo spoke the first line. It was a
promotional line saying that fruit is cheap. Jaeyoung, who had been hiding
behind a pillar, walked over arrogantly, fanning a fan, fiddling with the
grapes on the desk and asking the price.

Sangwoo met his eyes. His eyes were telling him everything was going to be
all right, that they were doing a lot of fun. The feeling of excitement, as if
everything would turn out very well, was unfamiliar.

Jaeyoung prepared much harder than Sangwoo thought. The props are also
props, but in the scene where the phone is dialed, the beep and the end sound
are prepared and played on the cell phone.
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did. When the role was changed, Sang-woo changed his clothes and came
out from the back of the church for a short time while monologue. He
showed acting skills worthy of a theater member, and although the lines
were slightly different from the script, the meaning did not change
significantly. Even though the ad-lib asking Sang-woo in the middle was
inappropriate, except for that, he did so well that he looked different.

The reaction was explosive. A camcorder and five phone cameras recorded
the play, and an unforgettable click erupted. The professor laughed and
dropped his marking pen. Sang-woo received applause and cheers even
though he just spoke the lines he had memorized. I had no choice but to
admit it. This skit was 'carried' as Jang Jae-young once assured.

After the play, Sang-woo gave Jae-young a high-five. For that moment, I
completely forgot the negative feelings I had for him before and felt a sense
of camaraderie.

“It was fun, you two. Best skit I've seen in 10 years.”

The professor, who had finished class early, came up to them with two
thumbs up. She looked at Sang-woo and said. “Student Sangwoo… . You'll

need a lot of pronunciation practice, but it's amazing to memorize so many

lines accurately.”

"thank you."

“Are you thinking of teaching this class?”

"yes?"

“Normally, there is nothing to do, and you only have to come early before
class on the date I ask for and copy the handouts. It’s about managing test
papers during the midterm and final exams, and collecting assignments later.
At the end of the semester, I will go to the branch and buy you a meal.”

Sang-woo finally understood what she was talking about. His gaze turned to
Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung was looking at the professor with a calm face.
“Jaeyoung recommended you as your successor.”

You can withdraw from classes without loss for only 2 weeks. Sang-woo
knew that Jae-young would withdraw from all classes before the third week,
and had been waiting for that day. Week 2

is now only two days away.

“… yes. I will.”

Sang-woo asks for the dog, Deok-ja-su, and greets Ha Jae-young.

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When Sang-woo nodded, the professor greeted Jae-young with his eyes
closed.

“You worked hard, Jaeyoung. Thank you for taking responsibility until the
end for helping your juniors.” “No, Professor. It’s really embarrassing to
drop it in the middle after even saying I would be a teaching assistant.”

"What are you talking about. Having a good opportunity is something to

celebrate. Shall we congratulate you in advance?”

“I applied again, but there is no guarantee that it will happen again.” “Can it
not be? Of course it will.”

Even after packing his bag, Sang-woo did not go out and listened blankly to
their conversation. When the professor asked what he was going to do next,
Jaeyoung replied that he was planning to take a break while preparing to
study abroad. And they chatted for a while about the graduate school where
Jaeyoung was going to go.

“I also remember my days studying abroad and I’m envious.”

“Come play.”

"You're good at joking, even though you're not attached yet."

“The professor said he would join, but it will work.” The atmosphere was
very good, but Sang-woo did not smile. A feeling of resentment for
unknown reasons welled up in my heart.

“Should we go?”

Sang-woo came to his senses only when Jae-young, who was talking with
the professor, suddenly asked a question. They greeted the professor and left
the classroom. Sang-woo quickly changed his clothes in the bathroom and
handed over the clothes and wig to Jae-young.

An unexpected thing happened in the next classroom. The navy blue

backpack was not there where it always was. Sang-woo looked at Jae-young
with surprised eyes, and he frowned and took out his cell phone. Jaeyoung
looked down at Sangwoo, who suddenly sat down, and called someone. The
call volume was set to loud, so what the other person was saying rang
through the electronic device.

- Yes,

haengnim! “Hey kid, are you kidding me? I only want you to do it for two
weeks, so why don’t you do that?” Oh, it's unfair, you didn't give me your
bag yesterday.
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- Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't give me your bag yesterday. “Did I not give it to
you?”

- It wasn't in the locker or in the practice room, so I thought I could stop

again.

Jaeyoung was silent for a while, then covered his eyes with the palm of his
hand as if he remembered something.

"right… . I couldn't get it because I was drunk the day before yesterday. Ai-
san, someone must have taken it.”

- Can we stop now? This may not seem like a big deal to you, but it's kind of
annoying, really. And what kind of position did you take, while not even
taking classes?

“Shut up, man. hang up!”

- Are you angry? By the way, come to the clubroom at lunchtime later.
Choiji wants to see you. Let's eat together... .

The laughter mingled with words continued until Jaeyoung hung up the
phone. He was called big brother everywhere. That's why Sang-woo thought
that at the end of his words, he seemed to be saying 'hyung, hyung'.
Jaeyoung put his cell phone back in his pocket, and a smile of absurdity
hung over Jaeyoung's lips.

“It’s not okay to bother you today.”

Only then Sang-woo remembered that he was being bullied.

“Sangwoo.”

Sangwoo sat down and looked up at Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung said with a smile.

“I couldn’t even hear it because it seemed like a real alien language. And it's
not once or twice that I almost laughed because the professor looked like
Pororo. Now you can go to class comfortably by yourself.”
He backed off meekly and explained the reason in detail. Sangwoo nodded
without saying a word.

“Are you learning for lunch today?”

He nodded again.

“If I told you to buy me another one, I would say no.”

It was thanks
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Nodded again.

"okay. bon appetit."

Saying that, Jaeyoung set down a can of coffee on Sangwoo's desk. As soon
as Sang-woo was caught off guard, he touched the back of his head again.
Light touches quickly fade away, so it took me a while to realize. When I
opened my mouth to get angry, Jaeyoung had walked to the back door. Sang-
woo was a little angry about his situation, which always played back drums.
I'll be sure to tell you next time. It's very unpleasant, so don't touch it.

With no one to get angry at, I was groaning, so class started. On that day, the
professor looked like a penguin.

I thought I would be able to concentrate better when I got back to my seat,

but the same symptoms as the last 'Algorithm' session occurred. 'Engineering
Mathematics 2' was a subject that Sang-woo studied separately and followed
well, but nothing was input because his head was empty. When I woke up,
the class was over.

Sang-woo ate alone in a stuffy mood. what's the problem what's the problem
What could be the problem? It started with Jaeyoung's bullying. The
problem was that he sat next to him and disrupted the class in every way. But
now he doesn't bother Sang-woo. The cause of the problem has disappeared,
but why does daily life not go smoothly?

When I checked my phone during lunch break, there was a message.

Free Ride 3 : (Photo) I had a hard time

11:03

A thumb hovered over the reply box. Sang-woo had nothing to say, so he put
the device in his bag.

Because of my wandering thoughts, I walked around the campus twice.

Even after arriving at the library, nothing has changed. The gloomy and
stuffy feeling gradually built up and turned into anger, but there was nothing
I could do. It seemed like a fire was burning inside. However, since I had
never been like this, I didn't know who the target was, why, or how to solve
it.

“Didn’t you go home?”

Originally, Sang-woo was thinking of packing up and going home around

that time. However, those thoughts disappeared the moment he heard
Jaeyoung's voice. Jae-young takes out the notebook he forcibly bought from
Sang-woo and Sang-woo casually
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Jaeyoung took out the notebook he forcibly bought from Sangwoo and
casually opened Sangwoo's pencil case and took the ballpoint pen. Then he
leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, spread his notebook on one knee,
and began to scribble.

Meanwhile, a strange change happened to Sang-woo. My anger and not

knowing what to do disappeared and my emotions stabilized. On the page
where nothing could be read, letters began to appear again. Sang-woo started
studying again and felt absurd.

'It was a big deal.'

Now, having Jang Jae-young next to him must have become the default. It
was evident that the mind had been so absorbed in error that it confused the
normal state. People assume that the area around Chernobyl, where the
nuclear power plant accident occurred in 1986, is the land of death, but in
fact, beans with abnormally high levels of antioxidants are growing
naturally. Just as animals have adapted to radiation, Sang-woo has adapted to
the disaster of Jang Jae-young.

Jaejoong was quiet. Sometimes there was the sound of paper and pen
rubbing, but it didn't bother me like before. Sang-woo felt pleasure after a
long time by self-studying the parts he missed in class. It was the first time
Jang Jae-young had been so focused on studying since he intervened in
Sang-woo's daily life.

how much time has passed Feeling proud, Sang-woo put down the sharpener
for a while. Only then did I feel a gaze on the side of my face. Jaeyoung was
also drawing with Sangwoo as a model. As their eyes met, Jaeyoung smiled
and whispered.

“The hat is crooked.”

He pressed the top of Sang-woo's head to fix his hat. This time, there was no
reason to be angry because it was an action that was notified. Sang-woo sat
quietly pretending nothing happened. The problem was that his palms
wouldn't leave the top of his head. Instead of leaving, he was pressing his
head with an increasing weight.
“Sangwoo, I have something to tell you… .”

The library was so quiet that the voice was especially loud. The weight
pressing down on my head felt much heavier than it actually was. I had to
tell him to take his hand off, but his mouth didn't come off. Time seemed to
have stopped. The air was heavy and my senses were keen. Sangwoo's eyes
scanned Jaeyoung's face. I felt like I could even see my pores if I made up
my mind.

Artificial light was scattered on the surface of the eyes, which were close to
brown. If there was depth in his eyes, how far would it go? Sang-woo
thought of a stupid question even though he knew exactly the structure of the
eyeball. Jaeyoung's eyes blinked slowly and his eyelashes fluttered.

The rim of this rim got shorter and then got longer again.
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This cast shadow shortened and lengthened again. There were blades of
grass stuck to her bangs that must have been buried in the lawn.

'Was he lying in the same position today?'

Sang-woo reached out and removed a blade of grass without even thinking
about doing so. Then Jaejoong flinched. His mouth opened slightly, and a
crimson tongue came out, stealing his gaze.

His tongue started at the corner of his right mouth and slowly licked his
upper lip to the left. The strangely sensual moment felt very long. Sang-woo
was experiencing the special theory of relativity firsthand.

error, error, error.

Adverse event, adverse event, adverse event.

blood flowed rapidly. He passionately appealed that his heart was there.
thump thump. I felt sick to my stomach, and goose bumps ran through my
skin. The body has sent signals that it is an emergency. Sang-woo felt both
bewilderment and despair at the feeling that did not suit the situation.

'Do, the East Sea and... hundred… Doosan... Dry, dry, dry... I'm getting dry...
.'

Jaeyoung came closer and pressed Sangwoo's head. The lips that Sangwoo
had been looking at intently widened quickly. Jaeyoung's lips got closer and
closer and disappeared from sight. Then the pierced ears and slightly
stretched back of the head passed by. The smell of cigarettes stimulated his
senses.

“Let’s go to the movies with me.”

A warm breath hit my ear and whispered to my brain. The waves that
correctly deciphered the symbols exchanged between humans returned as
bodily stimuli. Heat rushed up through his neck and into his face. With no
reward in trying to put it to sleep, the inconvenient parts under the control of
the autonomic nerves operated beyond the control of reason.
Sangwoo got up from his seat and ran towards the door. The chair seemed to
have fallen, but I wasn't sure.

I kicked in the men's bathroom door and gasped in front of the mirror. His
face would be as red as someone who had run a marathon. I bent down,
turned on the cold water, and splashed it on my cheek. I washed my face
several times to cool off the heat.

'You're crazy.'

Sang-woo knew well when and for what purpose a man's penis stiffened.
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Sang-woo was well aware of when and for what purpose a man's penis
becomes stiff. I don't remember being sexually stimulated, but it was an
unfair malfunction that my stomach felt stiff and my genitals became heavy.

When Sang-woo frantically washed his face and looked up, the bathroom
door opened. He met Jaeyoung's eyes through the mirror, dripping water
from his chin.

"What are you?"

Sangwoo shivered a little. Jaeyoung, who looked at him with a slightly

frown on his face, felt more threatening than ever. he took a step closer
Sangwoo stretched out his palm to block his contact and opened his mouth.

"no, I do not want."

"what?"

“I don’t like watching movies.”

Words came in the most direct way. He's not even the opposite sex, so why
did he ask to go see a movie together? Jae-young's proposal knocked down
the subtle dominoes that were recently being built. Because of that, the
mental camp that Sang-woo built inside was destroyed.

Jaeyoung narrowed his eyes and glared at Sangwoo.

“Is it because of my country? Or is it a bit like between men?”

“It’s both.”

“It’s a reward for fixing the computer. Are you going to run out while
knocking over a chair?”

It was a sharp tone I hadn't heard lately. Sangwoo's mouth opened on its own
and he spat out a rebuttal.

“Have you got anything in your head? How hard it is to be together, how is
that an example?”
“The words get worse. Do it in moderation.”

Jaejoong's posture became more and more crooked. There was a tension in
the air that reminded me of each day I met him for the first time. At that
time, Sang-woo wasn't scared at all even when Jae-young cursed at him and
acted like a bully. But now, Sang-woo felt afraid of him talking quietly. But
it was not a common fear.

Don't come close to me, don't touch me, you ruin my daily life
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'Don't come near me. Don't touch me. Stop disrupting my daily life.'

Jaeyoung stared at Sangwoo's face for a long time before giving a cold
sarcasm.

“Then I’ll give you the repair money. How much can I give you?”

“Ten million won.”

“This kid is like this again. Even if you talk nicely, you always have a habit
of coming out like a dick.”

Jaeyoung let out a smile that was much closer to hostility than goodwill. It
was the moment when Sang-woo's fear turned into repulsion.

“You said you didn’t need a case. I'd rather bully you like the first day, don't
do weird tricks.”

“What trick did I play?”

“Why did you whisper!”

“So you’re going to scream in the library?”

Sang-woo pushed Jae-young with his shoulder and ran back into the reading
room. The wide-eyed librarian seemed to be contemplating whether to stop
him. Sang-woo stuffed things into his bag at random and left the door with it
in his hand without zipping it. I ran in fear that someone would follow me,
but there was no sign from behind.

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!
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Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

Error!

A red beep sounded in my head. A sign that something serious has happened
to your body. The symptoms were so serious that you had to go to the
hospital right away.

Cardiac - abnormally high heart rate for exercise

Cutaneous - hyperthermia

release hand tremor

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hand - tremor

mouth - dry mouth

Penis - … fuck

Sang-woo felt dizzy as he entered the house. Without doing anything, I

immediately fell on the bed and pulled the blanket over my head.

What had happened 20 minutes ago could be called the most shocking event
of his life.

Something similar happened only once in my second year of middle school.

At that time, Sang-woo smelled something nice on the way to school and
imagined what was inside the white short-sleeved blouse of an adult woman
passing by. At that time, as I remembered the swimsuit photo of the female
model I had seen at the bus stop, my heart pounded and my bottom
hardened.

Sang-woo knew exactly what happened to his body scientifically, but he

didn't know that it would happen to him. With a sense of shame as if he had
become an animal, he turned and returned home. I confided the truth to my
mother after work in the evening, and fortunately she said it was a natural
thing.

'Do you know what's in your testicles?'

'There are 200 to 500 million sperm prepared for reproduction.'

'okay. It is a structure that normally only stores it and releases it through the
penis when sexually stimulated. Since you are still a young student, you are
not in a position to have sexual intercourse, so until you find a legal partner
who agrees with you, you can induce ejaculation with pseudo-intercourse
where you press the penis with your hands. There is a perception that it is
socially unclean, so don't do it in public and only do it when you are alone.

Take care not to splash anything on the floor and be sure to wash your hands
before starting and after.'
'all right. Doesn't that make you sick?'

'… What unscientific thing is that? If it reaches healthy men, it appears at the
age of 11 and continues throughout life, so don't worry.'

After that, even if something similar happened, Sang-woo did not panic.
Fortunately, his bodily organs tended to listen to the control of the opposite
sex, so in most cases he was able to prevent it, and even if it got out of
control, he was able to quickly put it to sleep. I've never had such an
inappropriate situation in my life.

Sang-woo understood that an erection targeting a specific person reveals the

male's desire to impregnate the other person and make a second generation.
man without uterus Responding to Seong was totally against the purpose of
the institution.
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Responding to Sung was totally against the purpose of the institution. The
error that thoroughly ruined Sang-woo's two weeks seemed to have
penetrated his body.

Choo Sang Woo - Broken.

Like the toilet in the second toilet on the 4th floor of the College of
Humanities, it is out of order.

Sang-woo spent the day lying in a daze without eating or drinking. The fact
that I couldn't control my body was so shocking that I seriously considered
taking a leave of absence. Studying is important, but if I let this happen
again in the future, I thought it would create a much more serious problem
than if my graduation was delayed by a semester.

I didn't have the confidence to go to class the next day. Jang Jae-young
would also naturally walk around his shoulder, stroke his hair, or whisper
without hesitation, and Sang-woo's body, engulfed in errors, might
malfunction again like today. Sang-woo turned off the alarm and fell asleep
very late that day.

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The next day, even though the alarm didn't go off, Sang-woo woke up at the
same time. The fact that I couldn't attend classes was painful, but I made a
decision to prevent further suffering.

He was still lying in bed even though it was time to get up. It was class time,
but Sang-woo did not move a single step from the bed.

10:00

What would the 'embedded system' professor think? You may remember him
as a student who slept on his stomach from the first day and drew a
mustache under his nose.

'I'm going to take a leave of absence anyway.'

10:10
I searched for a way to pay for a leave of absence. The procedure was
simpler than I thought, so I decided to handle it during the day. How the full
scholarship is handled in the event of a leave of absence is not listed on the
explanation page, so I thought I would have to inquire at the school.

10:20

I picked out plans that would change due to the leave of absence. After
graduating in the first half of 26, he planned to get a job at a foreign game
company in the second half. Even if I took a leave of absence, it would only
be delayed by half a year, so the blow wasn't that big.

The bigger problem is that I couldn't make games this semester.

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A bigger problem than that is that I couldn't make games this semester. The
game to be created and released this time was supposed to be a core portfolio
for joining a game company. But it's not too late. If you find a designer, you
can make a game even after taking a leave of absence.

10:30

Sang-woo went to the school's intranet and re-read the announcement he had
put up for designer recruitment. The post, which was now pushed back 30
pages and no one read, had several comments.

comment

Comments from rless: If you are a student who wants to apply for this
project, please contact me first, not the student of Chu Sang-woo in the main
text. CD department Jaeyoung Jang 010-****-****

ÿ Peking Duck's comment: Jaeyoung Jang! I contacted you ^^

ÿ Sujin Choi's comment: I contacted you, senior^0^

ÿ mingee03's comment: Oh, it's too late.. I texted you anyway ÿ Scap-
jjangS's comment: Is it closed?

ÿ Yoo Hyeon-jung's comment: Is Jang Jae-young also participating??? I

texted you

Sang-woo did not receive a single message, but there were more than 10
comments saying that he had contacted him. Sang-woo suppressed his
irritation and copied the post and uploaded it again. Deleted the previous
post that Jaeyoung ruined. He had already spread bad rumors in the CD
department, so if someone couldn't be found, he was thinking of finding a
professional freelancer.

10:36

thump
thump. Someone knocked on the door. There is nowhere for the package to
come. What is going on? Sang-woo salivates.
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someone knocked on the door There is no delivery service, so what is going
on? Sang-woo got out of bed.

thump thump thump thump!

The intensity of punching the door became stronger. Whoever it was, it was
clear that he was impatient and rude. As I approached the door to look
outside through the round glass, I heard a tremendous shout.

“Hey, Choo Choo

Woo!” Sang-woo stopped at the entrance with only one foot in a hesitant
posture. “I know everything is there. open the door.”

“… … .”

“Aren’t you going to answer me?”

Sang-woo froze with his eyes wide open, fearing that even a small sound
would be heard if he moved.

"You're not answering me, you fucking bastard."

I heard swear words out of nowhere. Sang-woo easily grasped the situation.

He didn't go to class. Jang Jae-yeong has followed her to the front of the
house, so she knows the address.

Since the bike is tied to the rack, you can guess that Sang-woo is at home.
The bicycle owner's number is written on the storage stand.

Sang-woo shouted with hostility toward the opponent beyond the door.

“Turn off before reporting it with a loud bang.”

bang!

It was so loud that I was afraid the door had been dented.

"open it."
"no, I do not want."

"open it!"

“You said you didn’t like it. Why not open the door to others!”

There was silence for a while. The opponent who was knocking on the door
was calm
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There was silence for a while. The opponent who had been messing around
with the door calmed down for a while. Sangwoo stared at the door.

“Hey, this chew. Are you so terrible that I skipped class when I asked you to
go to the movies?”

He could hear him gasping for breath. Sang-woo's heart went up and down
at the same time.

“Are you missing class? You fucking bastard trying to take over five minutes
before the planet ends?”

“You can think freely.”

thud.

It was a weak sound this time. Sang-woo could see that Jae-young leaned
against the door.

“I asked to see a movie, but it turned into nuclear waste. Would you like to
take a break then?”

Mumbling was like talking to myself.

“Where do you go? How about writing the reason like this? Shit, I took a
leave of absence because a chubby senior asked me to watch a movie.”

“Shut up!”

“Who kidnapped you, imprisoned you, and tortured you? Are you going to
take medicine and take out your organs?”

“It can't be good! Men are disgusting... .”

“What kind of Gojoseon mentality is that? I always go to the movies with

boys. I saw you yesterday too.”

“I am not. Only look at the opposite sex with whom you will be dating on
the premise of marriage. So don’t scream in front of someone else’s house
and go away, please!”

A medley of curses was heard through the door. Then it was a sigh.

“How much time and effort I spent on you, this chewy look at people.”

“Tease them first, then what do you mean by that?” I

did it for two days, two days, I groaned for the rest of the week, damn it.
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“Two days, two days. And you groaned for the rest of the week. Damn it,
this is the first time since the discharge. Thank you so much for giving me
the chance to shovel.”

“Are you a personality breaker? What the hell are you angry at me for doing
well?”

“Let’s just not talk.”

It was enough of the shit that the venom drained from his voice. After a brief
lull, a thin piece of paper slipped through the gap between the door and the
floor. It was an advance ticket for a movie with a film on it.

“Eat this and leave. I will not lie on your side from now on.” “I’d rather go
away than say that, please.” “ÿÿ ÿÿ, ÿ ÿÿÿ ÿÿÿ. And never see me again.”

Where do you tell someone who is already at home to go? It was like a
candle telling the wind to blow out. Soon the sound of footsteps like a storm
was heard. The rough and regular sound of footsteps grew farther and farther
away, and at some point they were not heard.

'That's good.'

Sang-woo was so upset at that moment that the thought of taking a leave of
absence completely disappeared. He put on his clothes without washing so
as not to be late for the next class. Until Jang Jae-young came to visit,
everything he was worried about became blurred. Because he turned things
upside down, Sang-woo had a bad idea that he would finish this semester as
if he were stubborn.

'Don't get out of my sight again.'

It was the second thing I heard. At the time and now, I was in a dirty mood,
but it was also a welcome sound. Sang-woo got dressed and put on his
backpack 7 minutes after hearing those words and left the house. I pedaled
until I broke my leg and headed to school. After arriving, it was time for the
first period to end. Sang-woo snorted and headed to the engineering school.
Jang Jae-young declared that he would withdraw from his life, so his worries
disappeared. Now all that remains is to restore the place where the typhoon
swept away. Sang-woo stood in front of classroom 303, waited for people to
leave, and sat down in his clean seat. With more ferocity than ever before, I
opened my major book and read the letters. The sympathetic nervous system
pumped out adrenaline.

Anger toward Jang Jae-young became a good driving force. Sang-woo made
eye contact with the professor with glowing eyes and wrote with enough pen
pressure to tear the paper. I memorized everything I heard
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has memorized everything. Just staring at the problem, the solution unfolded
in my head. In terms of game, it felt like I received a fever buff. My heart
was thumping.

It was unbearable for someone like Jang Jae-young to have their daily life
ruined. With the determination not to become a victim, Sang-woo lived more
violently than usual on Fridays and weekends. I sat at my desk and studied
for hours without getting up, and during my part-time job, I solved problems
that came out as assignments. I opened my eyes wide and looked at the
letters, and I dug into it without skipping even the smallest question.

Returning home on Sunday night, he collapsed on the bed.

The three-day fever buff was at an end. Sang-woo felt a little depressed and
very tired. I tried not to think about anything, but as I lay there and stared at
the ceiling, thoughts filled my head. A hand that appeared out of nowhere, a
swear word out of spite, a friendly name, a tongue licking his lips slowly, it
all had to do with one person. In the brain, the virus named Jang Jae-young
seemed to proliferate exponentially.

Even after turning off the lights, the phenomenon continued. It was a bad
night.

return 0;

3 weeks. A complete program with errors debugged was run.

8:30 Wake up, exercise, shower, breakfast

9:16 Back to school

9:24 Arrive at school

9:30 Arrive at the classroom, prepare, review

10:00 First class starts

10:50 Move to classroom

11:00 Second class starts 12:00

Move to cafeteria, eat 12:28 Move

to cafeteria, buy coffee, walk

12:45 Moving to the library, checking new books, borrowing books, solving
homework 6:00 Go to restaurant, go home

to eat, brush your teeth, change, rest

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6:28 Return home, brush teeth, change,

rest 7:00 Game

9:00 Studying game trends, identifying community trends

10:00 Learning programming languages

12:00 Library seat reservation, rest 12:30

Bedtime

Sang-woo went to school at the same time, sat in the same seat, and attended
class with the same posture. The 'embedded system' class was new as if it
was the first time I heard it. It was like the first class for Sang-woo because
he couldn't concentrate at all due to frequent interruptions at that time.

The professor called Sang-woo after the hectic class to check the parts that
needed to be studied separately.

“Student, look at me when it’s over.”

"yes."

I will be admonished separately by the professor. In the past, he would have

felt the sky collapsing, but Sang-woo's expression as he put a book in his
backpack was calm. There were so many strange things happening that this
level of stress felt like nothing.

Sang-woo got up from his seat and headed to the church. The professor was
tidying up the microphone.

“Did you call me?”

Sangwoo's voice when he said that was gloomy.

“I was absent last time. Why?” The professor

said as he wrapped around the microphone.

'I got an erection because a senior with a chili pepper whispered to me to
watch a movie, and I didn't attend class with the intention of taking a leave
of absence due to the shock.'

Sangwoo bowed his head.

"sorry."

“Where is the student next door who sleeps every day?”

I probably would have withdrawn

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“I probably would have withdrawn from the course.”

The professor sorted out the microphone and handed it over to the assistant,
staring at Sang-woo.

His eyes were fierce and sharp, but Sang-woo didn't feel anything.

“I have high expectations, student

Sangwoo.” “Did you know me?”

“Where is the professor in our department that Sangwoo doesn’t know?”

The professor smiled lightly. It was so faint it didn't even look like a smile.

“I showed a disappointing appearance in the beginning, but it is not too late.

Let’s make up our minds from now on.”

"yes."

Sang-woo nodded and headed to the restaurant. It has become a habit to look
out of the corner of your eye when someone is sitting next to you. However,
no matter how much I looked around the restaurant, no one seemed to want
to sit next to him. Sang-woo finished his meal at the same time as usual and
came out.

As soon as I entered the store, the store owner shouted.

"student! Coffee has arrived!”

"ah… . yes."

“There are many, so choose a lot.”

Even without Sang-woo controlling it, the foot automatically headed in front
of the third refrigerator.

His hand opened the door and pulled out a can of coffee from the fifth tier.

'I have seven at home.'

I left the store and opened a can of coffee. Since it was a ready-made
product, it was clear that it would taste the same as before. Strangely,
however, Sang-woo realized that it was tasteless. Not everything is back to
normal.

return 0;

The week went by routine. Everything was in place and everything was
normal. The only thing that changed was Sang-woo himself.

Sang-woo was in the depression he was experiencing for the first time, but
he studied Ki harder.
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Sang-woo was in the depression he was experiencing for the first time, but
he worked hard and studied harder. However, every corner of life creaked.
My concentration was impaired, and I had to think for a long time to
understand what people were saying. The game wasn't fun and everything
got annoying. There were times when I was brushing my teeth, reading a
book, or walking down the street, and suddenly stopped as if I had a lag. At
such times, I had to turn my attention back to what I was working on. It was
very annoying.

In front of the classroom, the stairs of the College of Engineering and the
College of Humanities, in front of the cafeteria, and the library. At first, I
thought it was because of my habit of avoiding him that my steps slowed
down in places where Jaeyoung Jang used to frequent. However, even after
knowing that he did not appear with a 100% probability, it was not fixed.

And a nasty problem arose. It was a terrible symptom, like bringing only
three chopsticks to eat at a restaurant, wearing clothes backwards, wearing
socks in pairs, or sitting for 10 minutes doing nothing.

That was until Tuesday. Until I saw Jaeyoung Jang in front of the front door.

He was wearing neither red padding nor a green coat. Putting on his glasses
again, he was standing smoking a cigarette in a baseball jacket he had never
seen before. In front of Jaeyoung, two male students were playing happily,
maintaining their balance on the skateboard.

Sang-woo wondered how he had found Jae-yeong among people at such a

distance. Is it because of his unique flirtatious posture, is it because he is tall,
is it because he has a slim body, or is it because he has a pretty smile?

Sang-woo was unfamiliar with himself thinking that way. I passed Jae-young
quickly, but just the fact that I saw him brought back a boring and slow day.
A short fever mode in which adrenaline is pumped has arrived. It didn't take
long, but Sang-woo felt for a moment that he had returned to normal.

Choo Sang Woo - Broken.

Again, that fact penetrated Sang-woo's thinking circuit. He walked in,

hunched over like a loser in the rain, washed his hands, and sat down at the
desk. I looked at my cell phone and there was a message. Sang-woo felt his
heart pounding, but when he opened it, it was not what he expected.

Not saved: Hello~ I contacted you after seeing the announcement.

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Do you mind if I do

it?? 16:52

I've been waiting for so long, so why am I not motivated? Maybe it's because
I found seven misspellings.

Sang-woo wrote down his e-mail address in the reply box and asked for his
portfolio to be sent. Then it was time to lock the screen, but his fingers were
opening a message from someone else.

Free Ride 3: (Photo) Hard work 12 days

ago

When I touched the thumbnail, the picture filled the screen. Next to the stiff
Sang-woo, Jae-young smiled and stuck out his tongue. Fluorescent light was
reflected in the rubber wigs they wore on their foreheads.

Enlarge, enlarge, enlarge. Jaeyoung's face filled the screen of his phone. I
didn't like it because the quality was so bad.

'Did you say you were on social media?'

Sang-woo left his phone and turned on his desktop. It was hard to wait even
though I tried various ways to shorten the boot time. As soon as the desktop
screen appeared, I opened an internet browser and logged in to the SNS
account I had previously created. There were only two people who followed
Sang-woo.

It's like lettuce ÿ, don't you answer the phone?

Lettuce Lettuce Lettuce What month is it all over?

A few years ago, a few scathing texts written by my middle and high school
friends came as private messages. Sangwoo searched for Jang Jaeyoung in
the name bar. There were a huge number of people with the same name, but
the version he was looking for had a lot of followers and was at the top.
Jaeyoung Jang (Jae. J) Graphic Designer / Graffiti Writer / Skate Boarder
The introduction was short and the portfolio page was linked below. There
were 22 posts, not many. The most recent post was a picture taken with
Sangwoo on Chinese Skit Day.

'With a cute junior'

Looking at the upload time, it was before the relationship broke up in the
library. The number of 'likes'

pressed by people Sang-woo had never seen exceeded hundreds. Come to

your senses, your Sangwoo has already maximized the photo Jaeyoung's
Menga
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When he came to his senses, Sang-woo had already maximized the photo
and saved it so that Jaeyoung's comments could be seen. He entered Jang
Jae-young's world in earnest.

The first post was a selfie posted early last year. Underneath the short post
saying “Please take good care of me,” there were a lot of comments with
heart and tear icons. Pointy piercings popped out. The bleached hair was
disheveled and a pale orange. There was no expression on the face.

'It's really bad. It's like a fly.'

Sangwoo lowered his head as if being sucked into the monitor before saving
the picture.

The second was a post tagged with the shop where they work. Jaeyoung
seemed to be helping with the work because he was familiar with the owner
of 'Olive Tree'. There was a picture of me standing in front of the cafe with
the boss, and the day and time I worked part-time.

'That smile must be fake.'

save.

The next post was also a promotional post, followed by a personal photo.
This time, he was sitting in front of his computer wearing a black beanie and
glasses. Her hair color was still light. Looking at the pitch black outside the
window, it seemed that he was working on an assignment all night.

'What makes a person who stays up all night so fine? Bonamana directing
photos.'

save.

Next, next, next. The mouse moved frantically. In the picture in a suit,
Jaeyoung is posing with his friends in a strange pose.

'It's a seed of interest.'

save.
In the short video of him falling while practicing his skateboarding skills
while wearing a helmet and protection, he was sitting on the floor laughing.
'… fool.'

save.

In the next photo, Jaeyoung is holding a spray bottle in front of a large wall
with bizarre fluorescent text and a black tongue. You painted a monster that
looks like paper
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'I've painted a monster that looks like paper.'

save.

In another photo, she was wearing heavy theatrical makeup and her eyes
were closed in front of a black background.

'… … .'

save.

A bewitching smile, eyes that twinkle with interest, a mouth that squirms
playfully, a sarcastic laugh, a villainous laugh. Trying to define him in one
word was unreasonable. Sang-woo suddenly remembered the first time he
saw a model of an excavator when he was six years old. After asking for it
every day for 15 days, my father bought it without my mother's knowledge.
Even then, I felt this way. Even now, in his mid-20s, Sang-woo's heart beats
when he sees the crane.

Sang-woo watched and saved short play videos, play promotional materials,
skateboarding videos, and graffiti videos posted on YouTube, searched Jae-
young's ID on Google to find his interests, and even found his YouTube
playlist composed of electronic music.

Wasiva Gat Gat Nova seems to have sprouted wings this season. Coming
Soon ÿI can't even use the cap, and it's sprayed because I keep pressing it
wrong. Don't buy it.

It's pretty, but it's going to break soon.

Sang-woo found and read all of the few comments he left on the Internet
community and reviews of shopping mall products. I went to the portfolio
page and saw all of his graduation works, contest winners, outsourced
websites, indie singer concert posters and banners, magazine illustrations,
and graffiti and illustrations he does as a hobby. I searched for previous posts
on the school intranet and read all of the theater department recruiting posts,
theater promotion posts, and exhibition promotion posts.

(5 minutes away) Just come to the men's room.

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(

In the dark morning, Sang-woo came to his senses while looking at the post
from 6 years ago.

'What am I doing?'

In the 'Jaeyoung Jang' folder created on his desktop, there were 36 photos
and 9 videos sorted by date. Sang-woo found himself opening them one by
one and appreciating them in more detail. I had only memories of meeting
and fighting with Jaeyoung, or grumbling, but I had the illusion that I had
become very close to him. enough to call him differently.

'brother. What have you done to me?'

The first time Jae-yeong met by chance at the PC cafe and cursed at Bu-eun
ramen in front of him and asked not to see him again, it was just a small
formal error. But even after catching the error, the program doesn't work as it
should. Like seven cans of coffee in the refrigerator, the small flaws that
crept into Sang-woo's heart did not disappear.

'It looks like there was some usable code in the deleted source.'

It was the 12th day since I fought Jang Jae-young. Coffee has lost its taste,
games have become less fun, and depression has developed. Sang-woo was
far from the original human figure who was swayed by emotions. However,
how much emotion was consumed over a period of more than three weeks.

i) Severe irritation, severe anxiety, resentment - 2

days ii) Mild irritation, mild anxiety, doubt - 3 days

iii) Confusion, anger, distraction - 6 days

iv) Depression, anger - 12

days Jang Jae-young's presence is the cause i), ii), and iii) were resolved
when he disappeared.

However, the cause of iv) was Jang Jae-young's absence. Sang-woo, who
went through the collapse period of more than 10 days and ignored the fact,
came to the conclusion that it could not continue like this. It wasn't a
problem that would go away by ignoring it. If so, I had to show my side as a
problem solver.

He took a closer look at the cause of the problem, the relationship between
his and Jaeyoung's interests, and the situation. The more complex the
problem is, the simpler the solution is. Irrational factors (strange mood, body
not being controlled by the head, etc.) were removed and only the situation
was analyzed. The reason Sang-woo is dissatisfied is that Jae-young Jang
has disappeared from his daily life. Then you have to bring him back into
your life. Several options were intertwined and the optimal solution was
found.
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Several options were intertwined and the optimal solution was derived.
There was only one conclusion, and no other way was seen. Sang-woo
always preferred the shortest distance. I had no intention of going back,
leaving the shortcut.

return 0;

"excuse me."

While eating after the cultural theory class, Sang-woo sang Ji-hye. While
eating the soup, she raised her head.

“I was supposed to buy you food.” "yes

yes."

“I want to buy it for you today.”

A smile spread across his expressionless face. Sang-woo thought that she
must be in need these days.

“If you agree, come to the 'Olive Tree' by six o'clock.”

"oh! It's the place where we first ate together, Oppa. do you remember But
it's very expensive there... .”

"know. Will you accept or not?” "good good."

Wisdom seemed very happy to get expensive rice. In front of the restaurant,
Sang-woo asked for her cell phone number in case they passed each other.
Wisdom stuttered as she called the number.

“What was your last name?”

“This is Mr. Ryu.”

I saved it as 'French Language and Literature and Ryu Ji-hye' and put the
phone back in my bag.
“Do you know my name?”

“It is wisdom.”

"oh… . I thought you wouldn't know.”

Ji-hye tried to test Sang-woo's memory.

After six o'clock, Sang-woo and Ji-hye were standing in line in front of the
restaurant.
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A little past 6:00 PM, Sang-woo and Ji-hye were standing in line in front of
a restaurant. Sangwoo had never wasted time in his entire life doing nothing
and waiting for a meal, but he thought he could tolerate it on this day.

“Looks like you have a seat. Go in.”

A bell rang as the store clerk opened the large door on the second floor. As
soon as I entered the spacious store, my eyes were directed here and there.
Every table was occupied and three staff members walked around in black
aprons.

Jang Jae-young was taking orders at a table far away from Sang-woo. The
scribbles on the memo pad in your hand must be so messed up that you can't
recognize anything else. Jaeyoung wrote down all the letters and put the
memo in the pocket of his apron. When he turned to Sang-woo, Sang-woo
thought their eyes met. But it seemed to be an illusion. Jaeyoung walked
quickly and went into the kitchen.

“… … .”

I must have been too naive to think that he would come to take my order like
last time. A man I didn't know came and approached the table and asked
what I would like to order. Ji-hye ordered vongole pasta, and Sang-woo
ordered the top menu item.

“Brother, you seem to like seafood. You ate lobster last time.”

After the part-timer left, Jihye smiled and said,

"what?"

"You're making a kid... . Hey, isn't that what only people who know
something eat? I saw you again.”

'What the hell are you talking about?'

Sang-woo was busy checking where Jae-young was. At the same time, it was
impossible to answer each word of wisdom. Then I saw Jaeyoung get out of
the kitchen and head for the exit.
Going out with an apron on is a story of brief work. Do you have an urgent
business? Could it be that you saw yourself and avoided it?

Food was served while time was wasted asking questions that could not be
answered even after thinking about it. Ji-hye's was plain spaghetti, but Sang-
woo's was some red mussel soup. Sangwoo didn't have any food to cover,
but he didn't like it because it was annoying to have to peel it.

Reluctantly, he picked up a spoon and fork and began to scoop out the
mussel flesh and eat it.

delicious
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"it is delicious?"

"no."

"sorry."

Even while eating, his gaze kept heading toward the door. Jaeyoung did not
return until Sangwoo separated about half of the numerous mussels and put
them in his mouth. Sangwoo was so worried that he couldn't stand it. When
he got up, Ji-hye made a surprised expression.

“Where are you going,

brother?” “I’ll go out for a while.”

“He’s trying to leave me behind again!”

“You can leave your wallet behind.”

Wisdom was a kind but suspicious child. Sang-woo gave his wallet hostage
and stood up.

As I walked out the door, my steps got faster and faster. He came down these
stairs as if running. And as soon as I left the building, I stopped.

It was a shady place, but I could see it at a glance. Jaeyoung leaned against
the side of the building, smoking a cigarette while talking to someone on the
phone. When Sang-woo saw him, his heart was beating fast. The villain who
broke into everyday life became an error that engulfed the body before
anyone knew it.

No matter how long he stared at him, the shadow fell and his black eyes
looked at Sangwoo. Jaeyoung frowned in a scene that looked like a frame
from a noir genre game.

“I’m going to do it for a while. I'm taking a break right now... .”

For a moment, Sang-woo thought he might hang up the phone and talk to
him. His eyes were like that.
“No, I’m not busy, so talk.” However, Jaeyoung

took his eyes off Sangwoo and just bit the cigarette between his fingers. He
held the phone between his ear and shoulder and looked at his watch.

“Senior Jaeyoung.”

Sang-woo spat out abruptly. Jae-young, who was trying to hit the wall,
slowly turned to him.
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Sangwoo exhaled abruptly. Jaeyoung's gaze, which had been staring at the
wall, slowly returned to him. Sang-woo met Jae-young's eyes and said.

“Tell me you’re busy and hang up. I will tell you something important.”
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Semantic Error Episode 7 (8/25)

Jaeyoung believed through several examples that, as a pastime, if a junior

treats him moderately well and buys him food, he can gain loyalty. There
was only one junior who didn't get that. He ate with a look that made you
wonder if the pizza was made of mud, like a machine in charge of destroying
food and sending it down to the top. The taste of the risotto wasn't bad, but it
was a face that wasn't even seasoned. Seeing that he eats in the student
cafeteria every day without complaining, he doesn't have a picky appetite.

Jaeyoung, who is in his fifth year of college life, was very good at recruiting
juniors. Male students and female students have different ways of gaining a
crush. A male student usually becomes a loyal dog if he shows himself
riding a skateboard after filling his stomach with food delivered. Female
students should fill their stomachs in the same way, but pay more attention.
You need to talk and laugh often to give the impression that you are close. In
that sense, Choo Sang-woo wanted to become a third saint.

Jaeyoung did not choose any means to attack Sangwoo. He chose only soft
language and minimized provocations (nevertheless, there were moments
when he couldn't suppress his playfulness). . Even though it backfired, he
drew caricatures wholeheartedly and even showed off his trumpet weapon, a
skateboard, to take him home. At this point, it was as if they had pulled out
everything they knew how to do. 'Senior, have a nightmare.'

It was surprising that none of that worked. Jaeyoung wanted to press

backspace because he wanted this to be a human being, but he pushed harder
because the arms he had put in made him come back.

'There must be a way for a machine man.'

On Sunday, while reading webtoons on a slow laptop, Jaeyoung had a good

idea. His obsession with even opening his laptop to get the attention of his
juniors was also unusual. Jaeyoung was a person who was immersed once he
was plugged in. It was obvious that he would refuse to format it, so he set up
a bait and prepared all the necessary devices and went to the PC room.
Sang-woo acted with no gap in Jae-young's expectations. Always when
dealing with people
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Sang-woo acted with Jae-young's expectations without an error. He always
had a casual expression when dealing with people, but his black eyes
sparkled when he touched machines.

'They say working men are sexy.'

Jaeyoung was interested and leaned against the counter to watch Sangwoo
for a while. Sangwoo, who finished the format he wasn't told to and even
optimized it, felt cute.

It's difficult to explain why. Because Choo Sangwoo is neither a dog-like

style, nor a cat-like style, nor a rabbit-like style. To put it bluntly, it is
difficult to find a resemblance among common mammals, but he definitely
had a cute side.

A bastard who waits for the signal to change even in front of a crosswalk in
an empty city. The one who doesn't deviate one step from the plan. He was
completely different from Jaeyoung, who took pride in his spontaneous and
free-spirited personality. However, his traits, which would have been ignored
in the past, began to be regarded as a charm after passing through the
process of being laughed at.

Even though he was blunt, he answered every question, he worked hard

when given an assignment, and he didn't make even the slightest mistake in
spelling or grammar in Chinese class and his pronunciation was messed up.
Besides, his appearance always stimulated Jaeyoung's curiosity.

White skin covered in dark clothes, and a rule-obsessive personality behind

it. Would it feel like that if a Disney deer that evolved into the dark attribute
was typing on a typewriter?

'It's like a dark herbivore living alone on a planet destroyed by nuclear war
in a cyberpunk setting and not feeling anything strange.'

In a way, it was only natural that Jaeyoung, who was sensitive to the sight,
was attracted to things that were hidden, things that were inverted, things
that were different from the outside.
I wish it had been there. Jaeyoung started to feel a sense of crisis. It's
desirable for seniors to love juniors, but how far is it acceptable? For
example, the fact that Sang-woo scribbled on my nose was cute and made
me laugh. But what if you feel the urge to bite the white scruff of the neck
from behind?

I wanted to take off the stuffed hat on the top of my head. I had been
thinking about it for a long time, but after seeing my bare face, my curiosity
was more than satisfied. I want you to take off that jacket too. I want you to
take off that t-shirt too. I want you to take off those shoes and socks too.

How skinny were his shoulders, what shape were his toes, how many body
hairs, what color were his nipples. 'You're right, Sang-woo. I'm trash.'

Every time I go somewhere and have thoughts of dying, Sang-woo thinks

that he has supernatural powers.
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Every time I thought about not being able to speak even if I died, I felt
fortunate that Sang-woo was not a supernatural power. How many times
would he have called his favorite number 112 if he had been able to catch a
glimpse of Jaeyoung's consciousness?

As the condition worsened, Jaeyoung worked harder to cover the outside. It

was so easy because I often acted as a good senior. '~ Do you? Do you?' You
can use a normal tone of voice, lower your voice, speak softly, and smile
often. Then people thought Jaeyoung was friendly. Sang-woo was no
exception and seemed to be torn between the red padding and the green coat.
In the meantime, being mean to a female student who goes with Sang-woo
was childish even to himself.

'Your makeup is thicker than the last time I saw you.'

I wanted to cry after spitting out lines that a sister-in-law in a morning drama
could have done with a ferocious expression. At the same time, I thought -
why are you pretending to be close to him?

Unlucky. It was really good for a six-year-old. Jaeyoung was a bearded high
school student when Jihye Ryu ran around with her nose stinging. What he
had done as a light trigger was gradually going crazy.

It was about that point that I wondered if it might be love feelings. Choo
Sang-woo was a really strange guy, but Jae-young had a habit of being
attracted to objects that stimulated his curiosity. But it was too much of a
problem. First of all, Jaeyoung didn't have much time left. I applied again for
graduate school. It had already been applied once, and looking at the nuance
of the email from the person in charge, it seemed that I would pass if nothing
special happened.

A more serious problem was that Sang-woo was a male student. Jaeyoung
went on a trip to Europe a few years ago and was swept away by the
atmosphere and slept with a small, cute-looking gay man, but she had never
even thought of dating or dating a man. There was nothing I couldn't do, but
I couldn't imagine that the other person was Cho Sang-woo. Aren’t you the
kind of guy who thinks that the world will end when men watch movies
together?
Whether he thought this way or that way, he concluded that it was
impossible with him. Jaeyoung was able to be more selfish because of that.
Using the confidence that I would never cross the 'line'

as a shield, and the image of a good-natured senior as a mask, I poked,

punched, and attacked Sang-woo even though it was obvious that he hated
me.

Time passed quickly. Contrary to the idea of stopping it after a few days, the
two weeks were filled with various pleasures. Although it wasn't as much as
I had hoped for, I became very close with Sangwoo. As the course correction
period he eagerly waited for came to an end, Jaeyoung became more and
more frustrated.

That's why he prepared his Chinese skits so tenaciously. I've never worked
so hard on a liberal arts subject. according to the scenario

From product preparation to translation to document work and

pronunciation, everything was done.
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From preparing prizes and props to translation, document work, and
pronunciation advice, they did everything in their own way. In case I didn't
wake up, I set ten alarms, packed my props, and headed to school. And the
moment I saw Sang-woo's back as he went to change, I realized that I was
ruined.

Jaeyoung's heart fluttered when he saw him walking in an empty hallway,

with no one looking. A worn-out navy blue shirt with a collar, black straight
pants with wrinkles at the ankles, and that black ball cap that deserves to be
burned. There's nothing to be excited about just by looking at the
description, but it really was. Jaeyoung was taken aback as he felt like he
was the main character in a romance movie even though he was wearing a
pigtail wig.

Just when I thought Sang-woo had opened up a little after the skit was
successful, something happened. He insisted on seeing a movie, but was
bitterly rejected. As Sang-woo had guessed, Jaeyoung had no intention of
bothering or hurting him, and only wanted to see his profile staring at the
screen with an expressionless expression in the dark. To be honest, I knew
that I would allow that much, so I confidently asked. How much did you
invest?

Why are men watching movies together, being with you is hard work. It
made sense. There were many times when I wanted to punch Sang-woo
because he said rude things, but I never saw him say something wrong.
Jaeyoung used to laugh at being rejected every time, but it didn't go well at
that time. I tried so hard, but I thought that the seeds hadn't been eaten, so
the lid was opened.

Jaeyoung fought on the spot and destroyed the tower he had built so far. He
is the owner of acting skills that can make anyone believe that he is an angel,
but it was not easy to even flinch in front of Choo Sang-woo.

When I got home, I thought about it. The thought, 'Fuck, I hate it so much,
but I have to get rid of it', and the greed, 'I still want to end the relationship
reasonably well' were in conflict. After a skirmish between angel and devil,
the devil won.
'Still, it's not the case that it ends like this.'

A demon who hides a shady desire to see Cho Sang-woo's face one more
time.

The next day, before the 'Embedded System' lecture, Jae-young called Sang-
woo over, gave him a movie ticket, and imagined himself leaving coolly.
Even if the inside was full of scratches, it seemed that he could build up his
pride with that level of painting. However, no matter how long I waited,
Sang-woo did not appear.

Choo Sang-woo is probably the most obsessed with attendance at Korea

University. The feeling of betrayal I felt when he didn't show up after class
started was beyond my imagination. Can you hate it that much? I didn't ask
to hold hands, it was just a movie I just wanted to sleep, but when my pride
gets crushed, Jae-Young goes to Sang-Woo's house.
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I just wanted to see you? Jae-young, whose pride was crushed, ran in front of
Sang-woo's house and cursed at Sang-woo.

In the end, Jaeyoung couldn't be a good senior to Choo Sangwoo. Just like
the day we first met, threatening to never see him again was the only way to
hide regret and messed up pride.

It's a good senior, it's nabal, and it's cleanly giving up.

After that, Jaeyoung didn't even go to school unless it was a Wednesday

when he had the

'Humanity Education for Korean University Students' class, which he didn't

want to mention.

Even on class days, I avoided Sang-woo's route.

Wednesday passed twice day and night, drinking, playing billiards, bowling,
going to clubs, playing games, and going to the movies with strange female
friends. I had opened the 15 selfies of the two of them together, but I felt like
I could get rid of the uncomfortable feelings associated with him. If Sang-
woo hadn't appeared again at Jae-young's store.

'That idiot!'

I clearly warned him not to see him again, but he was clearly ignored. At
first, Jaeyoung felt dizzy from anger and irritation, but after standing with
her back against the kitchen wall for about five minutes, she calmed down.
Thinking about it calmly, there was a high possibility that Choo Sang-woo
had no thoughts. Since he is the kind of person who deletes unnecessary data
one by one, he doesn't seem to remember that Jaeyoung works at the store.

Sang-woo and Ji-hye looked like fresh students on a date. Wouldn't it be

holding hands the next time I come? The next time you come, you'll have to
hit the boat. After that, the wedding invitation would come out, and then the
full term. Don't even watch the video.

Jaeyoung avoided the seat without doing anything useless. I told the store
manager that I would take a short break and smoked under the building. I
received a call from a friend, but I couldn't hear what he was saying, so I
gave a rough answer. I smoked cigarettes that day.

It was then that he found Sang-woo, who followed him. He had a stern face,
and overall he had the atmosphere of a general who was about to challenge a
duel.

“Senior Jaeyoung.”

Have you ever been called like that by Choo Sang-woo? Jaeyoung's head
turned slowly that day.

“Tell me you’re busy and hang up. I will tell you something important.”

It was so powerful that I had to say yes, I understand.

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'yes! I understand!' Jae-young, who was overwhelmed by the momentum,
said he would call back later and ended the call. He had no idea what the
heck Choo Sang-woo was trying to say.

Are you trying to extract alimony for mental damage? If so, it seemed like it
might be.

"why?"

“I came down to talk to my brother.”

“… what?"

For a moment, Jaeyoung thought he had heard it

wrong. 'I only have an older sister.'

'There are no bullies in my family.'

'Don't increase other people's family members.'

The words Sang-woo said earlier passed through his mind.

“Let’s make a game together. We need a talented designer.”

he said calmly. Saying that, Jaeyoung rolled up his sleeves and said, 'Yeah,
that was great! As if he would reply, “Let’s run vigorously!” Judging by the
look in his eyes, he didn't seem to anticipate that he would be rejected, so it
was all the more stunned. Choo Sang-woo didn't seem to understand what
would happen when two people fought. It was as if he had no idea how
difficult it would be to bridge the emotional gap once it had gone wrong.

“I will make it well and earn money for studying abroad. It is also an
opportunity to create a good portfolio. The concept you want to do, the
design you want to try, I will support you, so just leave it to me. I am really
confident that I will do well.”

Is this something like an electric blanket salesperson? The absurdity only

grew.
"wait for a sec."

Jaeyoung raised his hand to stop Sangwoo from running out of control.
There was something to point out. He didn't know why he was doing that,
but he clenched his fists and stared at Sun Sang-woo resolutely like a boy's
cartoon character.

"you… . What did you say earlier?”

“They said they needed a talented designer.”

what did i call you

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“What did you call me?”

"senior?"

“Didn’t you say brother? Did I hear you wrong?”

Sangwoo shut his mouth. He lowered his head, his face obscured by a black
brim.

“I can’t speak.”

Silence passed. Jaeyoung couldn't understand the situation at all. Doesn't the
guy who used to call him "hyung" at the end of each word call him older
brother, or does the guy who ran away with a disgusted expression try to
persuade him to work together?

“But can’t you? Everyone calls them that.”

Sang-woo raised his head again, and his eyes went up in rebellion.
Pretending nothing was wrong, Jaeyoung threw the cigarette on the ground
and rubbed it off with his foot, but his palms were sweaty and his heart was
beating.

"no. You don't.”

'Because it's not good for the heart, you bastard.'

"all right."

And there was an awkward silence between the two. The corners of his
mouth twitched as he stared at the wall. If you feel he's cute even in this
situation, it really isn't normal.

Jaeyoung fixed his gaze on the floor and again questioned why Sangwoo had
come to see him.

'Looks like I'm needed.'

Speaking of Mr. Choo Sang-woo, who has an extremely efficient thinking
circuit, if you need to collaborate with someone, you can easily ignore the
fact that he had a great fight. In that respect, I would say there is no end to it.
However, Jaeyoung, who is so human, did not have the confidence to
casually make a game with Sangwoo.

His ego had hit rock bottom and his sarcasm had been hurt to the point that
maggots were seething. No matter how much Sang-woo washed his mouth
and acted as if his behavior of ignoring Jae-young had nothing to do with
him, Jae-young had already suffered a fatal blow.

In addition, emotions that barely cross the line and dirty desires
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In addition, it was two weeks spent suppressing the emotions that almost
crossed the line and the dirty desires that came from time to time. Jaeyoung
didn't want to prolong that. That's why I had to refuse... .

“Are you confident you can finish this semester?”

It was the first time Cho Sang-woo asked for anything. For just that reason,
Jaeyoung couldn't refuse with a single knife. Have you forgotten the
memories of being humiliated every time? Just because he approached first,
it was pathetic that he couldn't even write a page. Jaeyoung did not
understand himself.

But on the other hand, it is very thrilling to hear a robot that only knew how
to slap you on the cheek one day. Jaeyoung came to think that he deserved to
be nominated for the next Nobel Peace Prize.

“I know you plan to study abroad. Please give me 4 months until vacation. I
will finish it no matter what.”

“The development period is too short. You have to study at the same time.”

“I will reduce hard coding and actively use game engines. I don’t take a few
classes anyway.”

Where does the driving force, shamelessness, and determination to go

straight like that come from?

Sang Woo didn't seem to have the slightest worry. It wasn't easy even if I
tried to scold him because he seemed to be scolding me for doing too much
work. It seemed that Jaeyoung had already fallen for that tactless
professional pose.

Duty as a senior, guilt, portfolio greed, and expectations of working with

talented developers. I thought that I didn't need it all, and that it was an
excuse to keep watching Choo Sang-woo.

"that… they say. okay."

As soon as Jaeyoung uttered the words of permission, he regretted it. I did
something stupid.

Sangwoo nodded his head as if he had been waiting for those words. I
couldn't see it properly, but it seemed like I was smiling a little.

“I’ll call you, brother.” His

confident expression and the tone of his dialogue made him look like a
movie protagonist. Jaeyoung just stared at the back, frozen like a statue.
Goosebumps were sprouting on his arms. What the hell was hard to believe.
It's a shame because it's dark. It's terrible how Sang-woo would have reacted
if it was in broad daylight.

I deceived. The black apron must have bulged out, no matter how artificial
intelligence it is.
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I was deceived. The black apron must have bulged out, so even an artificial
intelligence would know what that meant.

'Isn't that why Cho Sang-woo called me hyung?'

The front of my eyes became blue.

'I'll turn around. Seed… foot.'

It felt like a blue screen popped up while designing on a stuttering computer.

Jaeyoung Jang - Breakdown.

<Continued on Volume 2>

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Semantic Error Episode 8 (Vol. 2) (9/25)

Cho Sang-woo was waiting for him in the meeting room after opening the
door. He was wearing a baggy navy blue shirt and dark jeans. Jaeyoung
deliberately sat as far away from him as possible, staring at the brim of his
hat to avoid looking into his eyes.

“You are not late today.”

“… … .”

“Only 12 minutes.”

An asymmetrical sneer appeared on Sangwoo's lips. Jaejoong let out an

uncomfortable laugh, but didn't answer.

I thought about it a lot even though I snapped at the ridiculous proposal. Is it

okay to meet Cho Sang-woo in this state? Where is this relationship going?
Wouldn't it be better to quit now?

There was such a story about arriving at school an hour before the meeting
and being late.

“I prepared for my seniors. eat a lot."

I know. Uncharacteristically, Sang-woo bought snacks and drinks and

prepared them on the desk. However, the items were somehow unusual. Rice
drinks, sweet potato snacks, honey twists, little medicines… .

'A sixtieth birthday party?'

As a courtesy, Jaeyoung put a sweet potato snack into his mouth.

“I will eat well.”

I glanced at him while chewing on a hard snack, and I saw that Sang-woo
had a cold face like someone he hadn't met for the first time. Jaejoong was a
bit taken aback. Is this the person who waggled his tail and coaxed me into
making a game? Yesterday her eyes were shining and her voice seemed
much softer. Am I mistaken?

“If you want to work with me, please keep two things in mind.”

Sang-woo got to the point without an example.

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Sang-woo came to the main topic without warning.

“First, I can’t stand not meeting the deadline. The same goes for being late
for a meeting.”

“… uh."

“Second, I don’t tolerate rough-and-tumble.”

“… … .”

"If you're not going to keep two things, hit me now."

Jaeyoung is getting more and more difficult to manage his expression. I

knew in my head that Choo Sang-woo had come to work because he needed
a 'competent designer', but I couldn't accept it in my heart. To Jaeyoung,
Sangwoo wasn't just a 'competent developer'.

Where the hell had the air of the previous day, which was special enough to
last until sexual desire?

“With no objection.”

Sang-woo came to his own conclusion and pulled out an A4 paper from the
file. Jaeyoung, who accepted the paper he handed him, was speechless.

I thought it was just a bluff when I said that I would make a great game in 4
months. No matter how much Sangwoo can fly and crawl, there is a limit to
the level of students, and it is close to impossible to develop a game in a
short period of time with only two people.

But this idiot was sincere. In Sang-woo's schedule, every process, from the
flowchart drawn at the planning stage to QA after development, was
considered in detail.

“Isn’t that too hard? Especially your schedule.”

Planning and design were not easy, but development was no joke. The
production period is also short, but we have plans to release it
simultaneously on iOS and Android. In particular, the last month was a
super-death. Server linkage work, network test, security test, performance
test, device-specific optimization. Jaeyoung didn't know much about
development, but just looking at the letters, it looked tough. However, Sang-
woo said as if it was not a big deal.

“I am rich. Is there any problem with the graphic schedule?”

Jaeyoung frowned. On the design side, the plan has not been finalized yet, so
there were many blank spaces, but in the beginning, the character, item, and
map design were set on a daily basis.
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there was. I know the designer is a vending machine, but three cyans come
out every day.

"I know you're not complaining... .”

Sang-woo went on his own this time as well. He sat down with his arms
crossed and met Jaeyoung's eyes. At that moment, Sang-woo really looked
like a machine, and Jae-young was surprised inside.

“The income calculation is 8:2. I am 8 and my senior is 2.”

Jaeyoung didn't even care about profitability. The project, which was
uncertain whether it would even go through to the end, was just an excuse to
see Choo Sang-woo again. However, he felt the need to keep the momentum
under control as he was pushing in with great force.

“He was a vicious business owner.”

“This is a lot to give. What's so hard about drawing a few lines when you've
already got your plan?

You can work while following me and harassing me.”

“This bastard is just leaving again.”

Whether it was intentional or not, Sang-woo was provoking Jae-young by

treating him as a fan. I had no intention of losing. Jaeyoung crossed his arms
and leaned back in his chair.

“You haven’t even started yet, have you? You don't know when it will
collapse, but what kind of income settlement is it? I have no intention of
designing a project like that.”

He spoke quite loudly, but Sang-woo answered without blinking an eye.

“Then what shall we do?”

“Fix the plan, man. Don't ask me.” “What would you do if you were a
senior?” “If it’s me, spill it all over.
How do you go about this?”

"great. It would be difficult to reorganize the entire plan here, so please

come and revise it until the next meeting. Since you are participating in the
planning, we will adjust the settlement ratio to 5:5.”

"what?"

Jae-young, who fell into a trap and suddenly took over the planning, opened
his mouth but Sang-woo
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fell into a trap Jae-young, who had taken on the project, opened his mouth,
but Sang-woo did not give him a chance to speak. He handed Jaeyoung a
document that summarized the initial concept of the game. It was something
I'd seen before.

“Didn’t you say it wasn’t funny before? Have fun fixing it. If you don't come
to the next meeting, I will go. Please send the materials to the e-mail address
listed there by midnight the previous day.”

Jaeyoung checked the schedule and laughed. The next meeting is tomorrow.
Therefore, midnight the day before the meeting means seven hours later.

“… Are you a lamb?”

“The schedule is tight, so I can’t spend a lot of time planning.”

Sang-woo said coldly and put the documents in his backpack. He stood up
without even meeting Jaeyoung's eyes. A meeting hosted by Choo Sang-
woo. I guessed that it would be different from my imagination, but I didn't
expect it to be this businesslike. I thought there would be traces of the
special atmosphere from the previous day. Jaejoong asked casually.

“Are you leaving already?”

“There are circumstances in which I cannot stay for long.”

"why?"

“… I hate to talk.”

Never before has Sang-woo avoided an answer in such an ambiguous

manner. Even though Jaeyoung is quick-witted, he couldn't figure out why
he was leaving in such a hurry. Soon I heard the door to the conference room
open.

'okay. I'm glad it's over after talking about work.'

Jaeyoung murmured inwardly, feeling sad.

“Oh, one more thing… .”

Sang-woo's words raised his head. His eyes, darkened by the brim of his ball
cap, looked down at Jaeyoung.

“Please refrain from unannounced physical contact in the future. It is very

uncomfortable.”

He didn't know what he was saying, but Jae-young was stabbed for no
reason as if he had been found out about his secret desire. On the one hand,
my pride was hurt and my face was burning.

In particular, please pay attention to the pressure on the top of the head,
restraints on the wrists, and whispers.
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“Please pay special attention to pressure on the top of the head, restraints on
the wrists, and whispers.” “Would you mind?”

“Then see you at the next meeting.”

“Just say tomorrow. It says next meeting, so it looks like it's in a few days.”

“It is my heart.” Sang-

woo left without saying that and left. In the conference room that Choo
Sang-woo unilaterally swept away, Jae-young was sitting with a beaten
expression surrounded by snacks.

'this… what?'

He had no interest in developing mobile games. There was nothing in a

hurry to be unreasonable, putting time into the tight schedule. The reason I
accepted the absurd offer was purely because I was seduced by the sound of
'hyung'. However, the one who appeared at the meeting was not a cute
Hoobae, but a devilish bastard who was crazy about work.

'It doesn't taste like shit.'

Jae-young was late for dinner because he had to clean up the food Sang-woo
had prepared.

ÿW

“The two of you in 4 months? Even during the semester?”

My friend frowned. He saw something somewhere, so he put his arm on the

pool table and put the cue between them and hit the ball. It went off nicely.

“Is it completely impossible?”

“It depends on the quality. If you use a good engine, you can build
something like Gallag in a day.”
“First of all, I know that I am good at coding. It seemed like they were
expecting profits of tens of millions of won.”

“Ah, that doesn’t work. You are caught.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Jaeyoung laughed at his friend's words and grabbed the cue stick. As he
lowered his posture and moved the cue stick between his fingers and moved
it back and forth, a message notification came from his pocket and his
concentration was scattered. The notification came two more times in a row.
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This came and the concentration was scattered. Notifications came two more
times in a row. Jaeyoung put down the cue for a while and checked his
phone.

Not saved: 5 minutes before closing time. 23:55

Not saved: I haven't received an email yet, so I'm reminding you. 23:55

I put my phone in my pocket with an annoyed face. When I saw the

message, I remembered the sullen expression as if nothing had happened
between them.

'Nothing must have happened to you.'

Jaeyoung gripped the cue stick tighter than necessary. He got into his stance,
put a spin on the white ball, hit it hard, and the ball slipped and sent it across
the table, pushing the red ball. The ball went into the pocket. "and… . Can
you see it?”

“It’s a skill, kid.”

It was the friend's turn again. He asked again, hitting the ball in a pretentious
pose.

“You said we were juniors? what's your name?”

“Abstract cow.”

"I don't know. Well, it’s strange to know the kids who have just entered this
class.”

“There is only a difference of two classes. Maybe you know too... . A

freshman in 3rd grade empty. I drink well, but I don’t like what you give
me.”

“Oh, again? I remember seeing it. Development is going to be great. But

does that bastard want to become a team player?”

'That's right.' Jaeyoung

hit the ball without answering. A junior who can't play as a team, a senior
who listens to hyung's voice and gets an erection. A wonderful combination,
he thought. This time, I hit it roughly, but the ball moved in a difficult
trajectory and disappeared into the pocket. As my friend said, I was lucky.

you're always kidding

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“You are not kidding today.”

As I was about to answer, my phone rang. Jaeyoung frowned and took the
noisy device out of his pocket. Again, it was an unsaved number. It was
obvious that he was trying to remind me that it was midnight. Jaeyoung
ended the call.

They focused on playing billiards in silence for some time. My friend

followed suit, but when it came to the game, it seemed that Jaeyoung would
easily win. It wasn't long before I was angry again. Jae-young guessed it was
Cho Sang-woo again, but this time the caller was a landline phone number.
There is no way there is a landline in the studio, and his maternal
grandfather, who does not use a mobile phone, sometimes calls from places
like hotels, so Jae-young answered the phone.

"hello?"

- It's Cho Sang-woo.

“… … .”

- It's midnight, but I didn't receive an email, so I called. Do you have any
circumstances that you can't meet the deadline?

A dry voice hit my ears. Jae-young was acting indecisive just because he
said he didn't want to do it and hit him.

“Oh, I’m a bit busy.”

- senior.

"uh."

- It sounds like a billiard ball.

There was no hint of criticism in his calm voice, but Jaeyoung had nothing
to say.

“You can take it by tomorrow.” - Please

be punctual from next time.

The sound of a baby crying could be heard over Sangwoo's silence. It

seemed that he went next door and borrowed a phone. stubborn pup.

“Quit.” yes
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- yes.

Jaeyoung sighed as he put his phone in his pocket. I don't want to work and I
can't quit.

The will to play has cooled.

“I will pay for this. Go in first.”

“Ah, what is it? no fun.”

Jaeyoung left his annoying friend and headed home.

You left and started working 02:47

Han

Soo-young: How is

it??

02:47

Are

you kidding? 02:48 Han Sooyoung:

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Han Soo-young: hahahahaha

02:49

Han Soo-young: When shall we go out for a drink Jaeyoung-ah^^ 02:49

Please explain why you got the draft like that

02:53
Han Soo-young: Did I do that from the beginning?? The developers are
really stubborn. Fix everything, so I did as I said ^^; Just set it right for you,
pretending to have a good

experience

02:54 just go away 02:55

Han Sooyoung: I'm sorry~~

02:55

I was at a loss as to where to start revising the draft for 'Vegetable Man'.
Jaeyoung felt a deep anger while doing this and that in the early morning.
Apart from the embarrassing situation in which he began to see Choo Sang-
woo as if he were a love interest, he was under stress as he took over a
project that was difficult to rewrite.

'Fuck, this isn't it.'

If I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t

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I didn't want to do it at all, but I couldn't see a work that went out with my
name on it was a piece of shit. However, creating a new concept was not
something that could be done in a few hours.

Besides, there was no motivation to do so. A guy who thinks I'm not even as
good as the grime of my toenails.

Choo Sang-woo, thinking of him made me sigh again. How come you get
stuck with an inhuman guy who thinks that if you ask him to do it, he will
come up with a design in one day.

'I don't want to see it, but I want to see it.'

Jaeyoung's position was so ambiguous. The pen ran wildly in my fingertips.

I was totally reluctant, but I couldn't go to the meeting empty-handed.
Jaeyoung opened the cap of the pen.

ÿW

“I was expecting a lot because he is a person who considers himself to be a

novelty, but I am disappointed.”

It was something I was prepared for, but the wording was strong. Jaeyoung
was annoyed, but he leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms,
pretending not to have been hurt in the slightest.

“The title and plan were the same, but only the character was modified. Does
this art fit our concept?”

Sang-woo put down three pieces of paper with characters drawn on his desk.
His fingers stole Jaeyoung's gaze. It was difficult to call it a pretty finger
because the bones were protruding.

Even so, Jaeyoung felt the desire to put his hand in his mouth and rub his
tongue with his bones.

His fingers lightly grabbed the brim of the hat and then went down again
under the desk.
“I told you it was for babies. Young parents are potential customers, and no
sane person would make their kid do this.”

Jaeyoung regained consciousness and looked at Sangwoo's eyes, which were

half covered by the ball cap.

“At what point?”

The corners of his mouth, which had been closed in a straight line, gave an
expression of dissatisfaction. Sangwoo's finger reappeared and pointed at the
first character. Her fingernails had just been cut and were very short. The
white half-moon pattern was clearly visible.

“This eggplant character is like a gangster with poor height. It's not a horror
game." Sangwoo put the paper aside and pointed at the second character.

Lettuce or celery, no way. It's a game for meat.

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“Is it lettuce or celery? I have no idea. It’s an educational game, so you can’t
do it like this.”

It was the turn of the third character to be robbed.

“It doesn’t fit intuitively and the visuals are frightening to see potatoes
walking around with sprouts. Is this the best way to move?”

Jaeyoung was speechless and let out a laugh. I thought he had a bad eye
because he passed a plan without an answer, but Sang-woo had his own
standards. Everything else made sense, so I couldn't laugh it off.

Jaeyoung stared blankly at my sketch. In the case of eggplant, there was a

sense of grotesqueness as personal taste was reflected. Potatoes were
growing well, but I didn't know what to do with the legs, so I forcibly
extended the sprouts, but I thought it was a bit weird while drawing. The
lettuce was the result of haphazard scrambling to fill three sheets. But there
was something to be said. “What

do you expect after giving it a day, you devil-like bastard?” Total working
time 7 minutes. I didn't spend an hour, let alone a day, but Jaeyoung banged
the table and said. Forcing workers into unreasonable schedules was proof
that they did not know the field well. However, Sang-woo answered without
shame.

“I don’t expect anything from anyone. It’s because you’re a senior.”

“… … .”

The words hurt more. I would rather be determined and fight back if they
criticized me, but hearing that kind of noise made me lose my breath. What
is this, Jaeyoung felt an unpleasant sensation in his heart. No matter how
much I say that it is not the result of my best efforts, Choo Sang-woo will
not listen.

“The plan will go as planned.”

"no."
“Then do you have any alternatives?”

Sang-woo's dry eyes turned to Jae-young. Half of his sharp eyes were hidden
by the brim.

Jaeyoung was thankful for that hat just for today.

“I will do it again. from the beginning.”

“I have no time to waste.”

You can do it until the next meeting, when is Monday?

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“You can do it until the next meeting. when... . It's Monday.”

Jaeyoung frowned. What kind of guy did you schedule a meeting like this
every day? Looking closely at the schedule, there was a meeting every day
except for the weekends when Sang-woo worked part-time. My schedule
was busy, so I thought I'd work quickly, focusing on e-mail work. To him,
Jaeyoung seemed unreliable enough to have to check every day.

Jaeyoung's gaze went to Sangwoo's tightly closed mouth. If I brought you a

work that would satisfy him, would you say something nice without making
your mouth twitch?

'I'll contact you, hyung.'

The voice that suddenly interrupted was transformed into a more friendly
voice than it was actually heard. I had only heard a good sound from Sang-
woo until now. And in that short moment, Jaeyoung was completely KO'd.
Jaeyoung shook his head and brushed off the dangerous memories.

“If you do, I will give you the weekend.”

Sang-woo gave him a few more days and looked condescending as if he was
doing something great.

“Materials are sent to my mail by midnight on Sunday… .”

“Don’t call me because I won’t send it.”

"why?"

“I am not that type. There are also cases where nothing goes well and then
we get it done in a few hours before the deadline.”

Sangwoo's eyes narrowed. It was a look I didn't like.

“It’s like a bomb that doesn’t know when it will explode.”

“If you can’t embrace that difference in style, wouldn’t you not be qualified
as a leader? After all, I have never missed a deadline on an important
project.” “How important is this project?”

“Well, it depends on what you do.”

“They are all vague answers.”

Sang-woo sorted out the documents in a calm manner. The meeting always
ended early.
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Sang-woo organized the papers with a grave expression. This meant that the
meeting ended early today. Sang-woo put his belongings in his backpack and
closed the zipper meticulously. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and
walked to the door without looking at Jaeyoung. He turned his head with the
door half open.

“I’ll see you at the next meeting.”

“Are you leaving already?”

"yes."

“You don’t want to tell me why?”

“You know that.”

thud. The door closed again.

After Sang-woo left, Jae-young stared at the empty seat. Like day and night,
two different people will work together. It couldn't have been. It is inevitable
that they will clash over everything, and they will tire themselves out with
frequent differences of opinion. Cho Sang-woo is business-like, and will
push him away even if he is a little intimate. Jae-young was not aware of
this, but because of his dark heart, he was in a position where he walked into
a trap dug by Sang-woo on his own. I wonder if I clung to it until I heard
that it was disappointing and disappointing. By all accounts, quitting was the
best option. But my pride wouldn't allow me to quit now.

'Let's see.'

In his imagination, Sang-woo was already glaring at the character designed

by Jae-young. His hands were held together and his mouth was open as if in
surprise.

'You're the best, Jaeyoung hyung!'

Unlike the original, the adapted voice resonated in my ears. Jaeyoung smiled
bitterly and cut the rejected draft and roughly folded it in half. It seemed that
I had the motivation to devote myself to work.
ÿW

However, a plan that would satisfy the vicious employer was not as easy as it
sounds. Even when I sat down at my desk to work, I couldn't concentrate at
all because I was so hot when I thought of that grumpy face. Cho Sang-woo,
who knows that no matter what he draws, a picture can be completed with
just a few lines, said, 'It's disappointing that you can't even do this. I will go
according to the original plan.'

Jaeyoung caught a few new characters today and discarded them.

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On Friday, Jaeyoung picked up and discarded some new characters and went
out for drinks with his older brothers. The first was soju and samgyeopsal
near the school, the second was a cocktail at a bar in Yeonseok-dong, and the
third was hanging out at a club.

On Saturday, I blew half because of a hangover. After eating hangover soup

in the evening, I barely woke up and watched two movies. On Sunday, when
I woke up late after a good night's sleep, I picked up the pen again. I just had
inspiration, so I scribbled on it and the drawing turned out to be pretty good.
A genderless character with messy red curly hair tied together was holding a
laser gun in both hands. Weapon evolution survival adventure action.

The setting is a steampunk dystopia.

On the spot, Jaeyoung sketched another scene in which the character

parachutes down with an exploding building in the background, and then
drew an evolutionary version of wings and an evolutionary version of a
jaguar. The quality is embarrassing to compare with Han Sooyoung's Carrot
Man. No matter how much Choo Sang-woo wears buttons instead of eyes,
he won't take it off. I wrote the appropriate concept and storyline on a post-it
and attached it to the paper.

Completed preparation for meeting.

Jaeyoung went out to dinner completely satisfied. It was because a high

school classmate invited him to open a webfoot octopus restaurant. After the
meal, we went to a small concert hall to watch an indie artist live.

ÿW

“It’s a plan that only suits PC games.”

'Ugh.'

The result was another rejection. Sang-woo rummaged through the files and
pulled out a document and handed it to him.

“This is a ranking analysis of the top 100 games in the App Store. 68% are
simple mini-games such as arcade, action, and puzzles, and RPGs account
for 11%, but they are all from large companies. The plan proposed by the
senior cannot be implemented in a mobile environment by two people in
four months.”

“He said he would support all the concepts I wanted to try.”

“How much should it be?”

Sang-woo put aside the draft Jae-young submitted without showing any
expression.

Jaeyoung was quite shocked because he did not know that he would be
rejected so quickly.

He sat there blankly for a while. I

understand you haven't been to the bar.

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“Since you haven’t tried mobile, I understand. Now, stop wasting your time
and focus on the original.”

"no."

“What else is this time?”

Sang-woo was annoyed. Jaeyoung couldn't believe how he had fallen into
this situation. It's Sang-woo who pushes for an unreasonable schedule, but
why does he have to become a criminal? I couldn't stand it at all because I
felt like I had become a designer with no experience and no skills. Jaeyoung
jumped up and touched the table with both hands.

“I won’t talk too long.”

Sangwoo sat down and looked up at him slowly.

“Give me one more day.”

It was a polite request. Because I was thinking of pushing through whether I

allowed it or not.

But Sang-woo averted his eyes and sighed.

"all right."

'Ah, I thought you'd reject it with a single knife.'

Was Choo Sang-woo such a weak-minded person? As Jaeyoung stared at

him, Sangwoo cleared his throat and sorted out the paperwork. Jaeyoung
glanced at his side face, angular fingers and bony wrists, then came to his
senses and walked towards the door. As I was leaving the conference room, I
heard Sang-woo's voice.

“It is difficult to work with seniors.”

“Who will say.”

I didn't even have to ask when the next meeting was.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"yes."

A little past five o'clock. Originally, he was going to have dinner with a
friend and go to a club, but Jae-young went straight to the practice room.
When he appeared, the junior next to him made a surprised expression. This
is because Jae-young only applied for the practice room and rarely visited
because he had no work to do recently. Turning on the old desktop that had
been teased, he sat down and snapped his

fingers. bro what's up

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“Brother, what are you

doing?” “I have work to do. Where has Yuna Choi gone?”

"I don't know. It was there before.”

While waiting for the boot up, Jaeyoung browsed the game rankings in the
application market on his cellphone. Among these stimulating games, there's
no way it's a game for toddlers. More than anything, the concept was clothes
that didn't suit him. As soon as the desktop turned on, Jaeyoung opened a
document writing program and entered a title.

If you like the

'planning document' format that much, you just have to adapt it. Jaeyoung
just didn't think the format was important, but it wasn't that he couldn't
match it.

1 page. Market research and analysis of popular games

Chapter 2. Genre Change Suggestions

Chapter 3. Title Change Proposal

Chapter 4. concept and plot

Chapter 5. background, character, weapon, mob cyan

His fingers moved quickly. The gaze went back and forth between the cell
phone and the monitor screen, and an analysis was conducted in one corner
of the head, and a new plan was in progress in the other. And in the shadowy
place, his dented pride roared, saying that this should not be the case.

Jaeyoung quickly finished his market analysis and defined the new genre as
'side-scrolling shooting game'. It was described as a retro game with
platform jumping action, and the new title was left blank. Maybe because I
was in a feverish state, the idea came to me well.
I imagined a huge farm contaminated with space material from a meteorite
fall. The only thing that can subdue the mutant animals that have changed
into bizarre appearances is the mutated vegetables that have been
strengthened by the influence of the meteorite. A story about a scientist
eager to win the Nobel Prize in biology who approaches the heart of a farm
for research.

Jaeyoung drew whatever species he could get his hands on and drew a
picture of a mad scientist wielding a carrot as a weapon. Once the water was
opened, other settings were drawn one after another. Bites are blunt
weapons, corn is a rifle, seeds are bullets, pumpkins are dynamite, potatoes
are grenades, and lettuce is a booby trap.

The crunchy square pen moved frantically.

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Crunching, the pen moved frantically. Jaeyoung was so immersed that he
didn't even notice the phone call. Seong-jin, who was sitting next to me,
shook his shoulder and informed me that there was a call. Jaeyoung
answered without looking at him.

“It must be Yuna Choi. Say you can't take it.”

"yes! Oh, hello? sister. I'm Seongjin, but Jaeyoung says he can't go. I don't
know?

What are you working so hard on? I don't know what. No, I don't think I'm
crazy yet.

brother. I want you to change.”

“Say you are not going.”

"yes. Noona, Jaeyoung says hyung won't go. I don't know either. You curse
yourself.

yes. I don't know either. It's real, sister. I'll hang up... . hang up yes."

Sungjin finished the call and held out his cell phone.

“Yuna noona said she would kill you.”

Jaeyoung picked up the phone and looked around to see if there were other
similar concepts in the market. yes. There can be no other project as
innovative as this. With a confident expression, he returned to the sketch
again. Sungjin, who poked his head out from over his shoulder, let out an
exclamation.

“Wow, Jonah is cool. What's that?" “My study

abroad funds.”

Jaeyoung sighed after saying that. It was because he felt ridiculous for
breaking his promise and being engrossed in it. Choo Sang-woo, who
brought out a prospective graduate who was playing fresh, was a great guy.
Jaeyoung was really confident this time. The confidence that will make
praise flow out of that mouth that was only irritated. He gritted his teeth and
straightened his grip on the pen.

ÿW

Jaeyoung was fully prepared. In addition to the one draft I drew with all my
might, I prepared two scarecrow plans and filled in three nominally, and the
plan was printed in advance. The papers were numbered and arranged neatly
with a stapler. Choo Sang-woo may not have noticed when he wakes up
from death, but he puts on his clothes carefully.

“Um… .”

It was hard to bear the moment Sang-woo checked the plan.

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The moment Sang-woo reviewed the proposal was unbearable. I wish I knew
what the face under the hat was thinking! It was expressionless, but it
seemed that the cheekbones were slightly raised.

Jaeyoung did not want to reveal his uneasy feelings, so he deliberately

leaned back in his chair and put on an arrogant expression.

“Senior, are you good at English?”

See the title offer but see. Jaeyoung didn't intend to finish the project
anyway, but he didn't think it was as good as the vegetable man, so he
renamed it <Veggie Venturer>. I thought it would be nice to shorten it to
<Beben> or <Beven>.

“Do as much as you can.”

“You are surprisingly good at a lot of things.”

“You are bilingual too.”

“I see. I speak Korean and Chinese.”

“I was talking about Korean and com languages. Both native.”

Sang-woo didn't understand Jae-young's joke and stayed blank for a while,
then narrowed his eyes belatedly.

“Don't be ignorant, how many programming languages there are. If you put
it that way, it's six languages.”

His gaze returned to the plan. The first chapter passed without any
comments. Even while reviewing the next chapter, I didn't stake anything.
Jaeyoung did not miss the motion of nodding his head slightly. My heart
trembled more than when the results of the competition that I had been
hanging on for half a year were announced.

Soon after, Sang-woo's expression changed as he checked the draft. A slight

smile spread across his closed mouth. The moment the ferocious eyes
narrowed and bent was quite dramatic.
“The character resembles a senior.”

“… which one?”

"there is."

1st cyan mad scientist, 2nd cyan horror bone, 3rd cyan two 2-headed
characters. It wasn't pleasant no matter which one it resembled. Sang-woo
confuses Jae-young

Jae-young, who put down the project plan, met eyes with new luck.
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After doing that, I put down the plan. Jaeyoung met his eyes and saw a new
expression.

Excitement flickered in his slightly widened eyes.

“Good job.”

The long-awaited moment of recognition was surprisingly simple and easy.

Even though it was just a word, Jaeyoung felt a sense of pride quickly fill up
in his heart just because he lacked humanity and came from a strict
developer.

Sang-woo, who quickly returned expressionless, looked at Jae-young.

“The character will go to number 3.”

"what?"

The excitement was shattered. Jaeyoung hurriedly picked up the plan and
turned the pages. The character he made with time and effort was No. 1. A
mad scientist with disheveled silver hair, round glasses, and huge limbs. The
muscles were expressed delicately through torn lab coats, and even the
coloring was meticulously done over an hour.
When I flipped through the two pages, I saw the third draft. It was drawn in
5 minutes to fill the space. A pair of male and female characters. As for the
male character, Sang-woo is the model, so he looks exactly like him, only
without a hat. She had fair skin, blunt eyes, and a thin body, wearing loose
clothes.

"This one. Are you a senior?”

Sangwoo pointed to the female character and said. Jaeyoung frowned. Just
by looking at his expression, it was hard to tell if he was joking or not.

'Are you giving me shit?'

Of course, the character with bobbed orange hair and eyes taking up half of
his face had no resemblance to Jaeyoung.

“I like the first draft better.”

“I like number 3 better.”

Jaeyoung shook his head. Despite being a confused man, he was a pretty
open-mouthed designer.

This was done to satisfy the tastes of clients who prefer simple yet highly
decorative designs that are monotone and rich in color. He explained for two
minutes how well draft No. 1 fit the plan and was the optimal choice. Sang-
woo listened to the end and said a word.

I heard you well, I'll go again

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“Good to hear, I’ll go to number three.” “It’s

because scientists are much better than young men and women because they
give the right to adventure.”

“That's right. But I will do it three times.”

"why?"

“It is a comprehensive judgment.”

Uncharacteristically, Sang-woo tried to get away with it. It was clear that he
was stuck in second place.

“Hey, let’s go number one.”

"no, I do not want."

No matter how much I tried to convince them, they were unsteady.

“Do it, do it.”

Jaeyoung gave up after going up and down several times. I'm going to quit
the project after I've achieved my goal anyway.

Sang-woo carefully put the plan into the file and turned his body back to Jae-
young.

“When you digitize a character, consider adding animation and cut it by part.
Please keep the original file and size it to png when sending it to me. I'll
organize the guidelines and send it to you via email. We will send you the
specifications and size chart as well, so be sure to follow it and the title is…
.”

Jaeyoung sat there with his chin resting on his chin. As I looked at the lips
that were constantly moving, the sound faded away. It was completely
incomprehensible, like the sound of a bird or a cry of an animal. In the
meantime, Sang-woo stopped talking. Only then did Jaeyoung come back to
his senses.
"Are you okay?"

“… no."

“You seem to be in a bad condition because you worked hard, but you
worked hard. Please read and understand the e-mail I am sending you
today.”

"uh."

It's the first time I've heard Sang-woo say such a formal word.
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Good job… la. It was the first time I'd heard Sang-woo say such a polite
thing. Hearing that, is it worth the hard work? Jaeyoung had always thought
that Sangwoo had no social skills, but after experiencing it, it seemed that he
was not. Maybe he's just not talking empty words.

"and… . Come and see.”

At the unexpected words, Jaeyoung raised his head.

"why?"

“I will make a prediction. Well done, let me stroke your hair.”

Sang-woo, standing on his own two feet, hesitantly stretched out his arms.
Jaeyoung stared blankly at his fingers as they approached. The hand
approached Jaeyoung's bangs, mechanically stroked the top of his head once,
twice, three times, and quickly disappeared.

Jaejoong closed his eyes involuntarily. It was the first time anyone had done
that since they were very young. My face was hot. The moment I closed my
mouth with the palm of my hand, I heard the door slam shut.

Jaeyoung took a deep breath after making sure no one was in the conference
room.

“What is he?”

ÿW

Coming out of the conference room, Jaeyoung felt possessed even by a fox.
It was 2 consecutive hits. He was dragged out by the collar at the sound of
his brother's voice, but was melted down by the attack of stroking his hair.
My skin itched and I felt like I was going to sneeze.

As he exited the library, the vast expanse of sky enveloped him. It was an
incredibly bright cyan.

My body was tired, but my heart was pounding, and a smile was on my lips.
The blue screen became the turquoise of a sunny sky. Jaeyoung erased the
thought of quitting the project from his mind.

While acting like a pollen allergy sufferer, he sharpened his sixth sense like a
detective. Because I felt a little uncomfortable. Even if I say that to praise,
did I have to do it in the form that doesn't suit me the most in the world?

If you think about Cho Sang-woo's thought circuit, it wasn't something you
couldn't understand.

The action must have been entered when Jaeyoung first stroked him on the
head a few times, and it can be explained that he returned it as it was,
guessing 'that person seems to like that kind of

thing'. What made Jaeyoung nervous was just a sense of discomfort because
it was one-sided.
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It was just a feeling that bothered Jaeyoung. discomfort. Because it is one-
sided, there is no risk at all, and the anxiety that the tranquility may be
broken, and at the same time, the excitement that can not be handled. It was
a complicated feeling.

Yuna and Sungjin were in the practice room. The day before, Yuna went
wild as soon as she saw Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung heard her annoyance and let it
go in one ear.

“And the atmosphere was frenzied at dawn. I got an autograph on the CD

after it was over.”

“I hope you had a good time.”

"You're the only one who didn't come. What the hell are you doing?” “I had
work to do. there are still Don't tell me now."

As soon as she used the abstract caries style, Yuna stared at Jaeyoung as if
she were an alien. It was only then that I saw Seongjin Lee, who was sitting
next to me, putting the monitor into the box.

"What are you doing?"

“I’m going to the army, bro.”

"what?"

I heard that he confessed to a girl he liked and lost his will to live after being
dumped, taking a leave of absence and enlisting this month. Yuna, who was
nervous about Jaeyoung, began to comfort him with a solemn expression.
Jaeyoung couldn't stay still, so he decided to buy him dinner. Seongjin
started to whimper and explain how he felt, but Jaeyoung listened for about
5 minutes before turning on the desktop.

'Somehow, I feel like Cho Sang-woo.'

Since when did you become such a work-oriented person? I do not know. I
felt like I was being played by Sang-woo, but I had no choice but to stop.
Jaeyoung scanned the sketch, transferred it to a computer, and started
digitizing it by running design software.

ÿW

“I have to go home. Aren't you going?”

Yuna asked.

“What time is it?”

It's almost twelve o'clock

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"It's almost twelve o'clock."

Jaeyoung blinked his stiff eyes and looked at his watch. When did time
become like this? I went out of school to feed Seongjin and came back
around 7 o'clock. After that, I worked almost non-stop. When I stretched,
fatigue set in. Yuna showed interest in the work.

“Are you working hard these days? What? If it's good, let me know too.”

'How should I explain... .'

Jaeyoung pondered a little, then answered in a very simple version. “Mobile

game.”

“I’m hooked. Sounds like a lot of fun?”

I couldn't say that it was because I wanted to be praised by the developer, so

I nodded. The moment I thought I should go home with a cup of coffee, a
message came.

Employer: Five minutes before midnight. I haven't received an email yet, so

I'm reminding you.

11:55

The contents were the same, as if they copied and pasted the most recent
message, but Jae-young was already dazzled by Choo Sang-woo, so he was
excited to see the business-like content. This time, he had worked hard and
had piles of materials to send. He opened his mailbox, attached an image
file, and paused.

I suddenly had another ulterior motive, so instead of sending the email, I

leaned back and crossed my arms. I stared at my phone for three minutes,
shaking my legs. As soon as it was twelve o'clock, the phone rang like a
knife. Jaeyoung waited for 6 seconds before answering the phone. Set the
voice as low as possible... .

“Oh, Sangwoo.”
- … yes?

"Why did you call me?"

- uh… . Deadline, twelve o'clock... It's midnight and I haven't received an

email... I called. “My brother forgot. Thanks for calling and I'll send it right
away.”
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-…….

"Did you have a dinner?"

- yes.

"what did you eat?"

- Academics. why?

“What was the menu?”

- Rice with rice, beef miso soup, kimchi, stir-fried sausage and vegetables,
stir-fried anchovies, yogurt. Why are you asking?

“I want to hear your voice.”

-…….

“I like hearing people’s voices.”

- You have a strange hobby. I'll hang up.

The phone hung up before I could answer. Jaeyoung tilted his head. The test
result was negative.

If Sang-woo had feelings for me, he would not have responded and ended
the call in a hurry.

'Is it an illusion after all?'

If so, I'd rather be happy. Yuna muttered behind her. “Crazy, what are you
just doing?”

"what?"

“What’s wrong with your voice and way of speaking? I totally vomited.”

“Never mind.”
Even if it was Sang-woo, he knew exactly his condition. A premonitory
symptom of love, a state in which there is no obligation and only free
excitement exists. He enjoyed this period of love the most. If the mind
develops further, the situation will become complicated, dirty, and
dangerous, but as long as I maintain this 'line', I have no worries. Jaeyoung
was confident. He had never lost himself over emotions.

Anyway, I'm cleaning the fruits I'm not going to eat, damn hard
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'Anyway, I'm cleaning the fruit that I won't even eat.'

Jaeyoung smiled bitterly as he looked at the images that filled the folder. If
Choo Sang-woo hadn't been tricking Junior, he wouldn't have been dragged
around helplessly like this. I opened my mailbox and attached the file I
worked hard on.

sending mail. end of assignment.

ÿW

“I checked the file you sent. All in all, it's okay, but I have a few things to
say.” The next day,

Choo Sang-woo was still like an ungreased robot. He opened the file he
received the day before on his laptop without even making eye contact with
Jaeyoung. Sang-woo enlarged the picture and pointed to the corner with his
finger.

“See the broken pixels? Fix it.”

“Can you see that on your phone?”

“It’s the little details that come together to make it complete. Please pay
attention.”

Next, the two weapon images were played alternately.

“It should be the same color code, but it is different. Fix it.”

I can only say it's a hawk's eye. It was a completely unimportant detail, but it
wasn't wrong, so I had nothing to say. After pointing out a few more things
like that, Sang-woo sorted the folders by file name.

“And I clearly wrote in the guidelines to indicate the type, under bar,
detailed type, under bar, and two digits when sending images, right?”

“… … .”
“I didn’t go in the under bar here, and all of them were written as single
digits. Put a 0 in front.

And don't mix uppercase and lowercase letters. Write in lowercase letters
only. Why would someone who has been on the web do this? I corrected the
mistakes you made this time, so be careful not to make mistakes next time.”

That was all I cared about. It doesn't make sense to create dozens of files at
once under tight deadlines and never make mistakes. Especially considering
the habit of naming files like 'final_final11realfinalfinal_1_final.ai'.

A bastard who won't bleed

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"A bastard who won't bleed even if you stab him."

Sang-woo ignored Jae-young's comment and covered the laptop and put it in
his bag. There is no such thing as 'You did well' today. Jaeyoung waited
inwardly, but only the cold wind blew.

Even if you work hard to death, you can't hear a word of praise. In the end,
the fact that Choo Sang-woo was interested in me was just an illusion
created by hope.

When Sang-woo cleaned up and stood up, Jae-young inadvertently called

him.

"hey."

"why."

“Are you studying well these days?”

I had nothing to say, so the question to ask my indecisive aunt jumped out of
my mouth.

Sang-woo met Jae-young's eyes with an expression asking why he asked

such a thing.

“I am doing it. I did it today too.”

“He is Superman.”

"I'm in a good condition these days, so I'm studying well."

“Looks like it’s going well because I skipped class. Thank you, it's a baby. ”

Now it was his turn to put on a rotten look and tell me to stop talking
bullshit. If you look at the pattern so far, it was like that. However, Sang-
woo rolled his eyes and looked at a corner of the ceiling.

"no. Not exactly.”

"then?"

"speaking… .”

“I hate to talk. Is it a new fad?”

This time it was time to leave the conference room. Soon, Sang-woo actually
moved toward the door. Jaeyoung reached out to grab his arm, but when he
remembered Sangwoo's extreme dislike of physical contact, he twisted his
wrist and grabbed the backpack strap instead.

"Don't you think I've lost weight?"

"no. Let go of this.” Words of

no use, seconds of time, will leave within seconds, Jaeyoung’s hair

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Time earned by useless words, 1 second. I'll be leaving in 3 seconds.
Jaeyoung thought about it until he came up with a genius idea.

“I have to make several adjustments. There was something I didn't quite

understand... . How about you let me know by watching?”

“Didn’t you understand that too?”

“It’s good to make things clear. You never went to art school, right? Take a
look at where I work and have a cup of tea. He said he had finished his
studies.”

“… Senior’s workroom?”

It was hard to know what he was thinking just by listening to his voice. His
hat blinded me, so I couldn't make out his expression. Jaeyoung pulled the
strap of his bag gently.

"let's go. There is nothing to do.”

“I have a lot to do.”

Sang-woo cut it off and crossed his arms.

“But there is a need to check the work environment of seniors. I don't think
it's a very good environment. There’s a lot of work, and it’s good for both
sides when efficiency increases.”

"okay. That's what I mean.”

Jaeyoung, who had been lying on the desk, jumped up. Sangwoo widened
his eyes.

“Now?”

"then?"

“Prepare your heart… .”

"What kind of a bastard's heart is prepared. I'm coming and going for a
while. Just follow me.”

Jaeyoung dragged the strap of Sangwoo's backpack and moved forward.

While leaving the library, Sang-woo followed without a word.

In early April, the weather was sunny and cool. It was Jaeyoung's favorite
weather. He whistled as he walked, and when Sang-woo strayed too far, he
pulled the strap of his backpack once until he came to the art college.

It is a practice room for four people. It is operated after applying for the
semester system.
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“It’s a practice room for four people. It is applied for and operated on a
semester basis.”

“Then are there others?”

“There are two of them, but one is in the military. Don't worry about one
person, because he's only doing his job.”

“Are you a senior to me?”

“I’m in the same class as you, but I’m the same age as you. Say hello in
person.”

I'm two years older, but I'm in the same class. Sang-woo put on a troubled
expression. Usually, in that case, you can just call her older sister, but that's
impossible for Choo Sang-woo. Jaeyoung opened the room door.

“Here it is. Go in."

Sang-woo crouched into the space occupied by four large desks. Jaeyoung
had never felt uncomfortable there, but somehow he felt ashamed. The wall,
covered with posters, looked messy that day, and all sorts of boxes,
crumpled papers, snack bags, broken speakers, curling irons, calf massagers,
and lost slippers were strewn all over the floor. The heavy metal music that
Yuna played was especially loud.

She was head banging with her eyes closed. Her bright yellow bobbed hair
swayed madly in the air.

'… Come to think of it, the two don't fit well.'

“Hey, Yuna Choi. Look here.” "why."

She answered without looking back. And Jaeyoung saw Sangwoo's

expression as if he had met a ghost. i can't like it Why are you wearing a red
leather jacket and a choker around your neck today?

“Sit here and don’t mind him.”

When I pointed to Seongjin's seat, Sangwoo hung his backpack on the chair
with a carefree attitude.

Then Yuna turned around and shouted.

"who is this?"

“A junior who does a project together. you do.”

“Wow, wow, that game you’re playing these days? What's your name? Is it
ours?”

Choo Sang-woo Don't worry about the computer engineering Jung, this is a
nice face
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“Chu Sang-woo, Comgong. Don't mind the look. This is a happy face.” “The
name is so damn funny. It’s like an abstract pendulum.”

Yuna clapped her hands and giggled. Jaeyoung was nervous that Sangwoo
would leave, but he just sat there with a firm expression on his face.
Jaeyoung handed him the individually wrapped cookies that were on
Seongjin's desk at the same time.

“You can be comfortable.”

“It’s inconvenient, but how are you comfortable?”

"That's right."

Jaeyoung tried to turn on the computer, but Sangwoo raised his hand to
block it.

“Take out the trash first.”

Only then did I catch my eyes on the crumbs of cookies, cola cans, empty
cigarette packs, and rolls of toilet paper on the desk. Jaeyoung calmly
disposed of the trash as Sangwoo ordered and returned.

Even the things on the floor were roughly pushed into a corner.

“Take care of your socks.”

As soon as I sat down, my next order fell. Jaeyoung took out the socks he
had tucked behind the monitor and stuffed them into his bag.

“Please ventilate.”

It was annoying, but I opened the window.

“Clean up your books.”

After sorting out the few books, Sang-woo said.

“Now turn on your PC.”

While booting up, Jaeyoung looked up at the ceiling.

“Clean up your desktop before you start working.”

“Are you going to touch this?”

“It’s hard to see from the side. Hurry up.”

Little by little, Jaeyoung was annoyed, but Jaeyoung deleted unnecessary

files or put them in separate folders.
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It was getting annoyed, but Jaeyoung deleted unnecessary files or moved
them to separate folders.

“I usually do some tidying up.”

“This is my block, man. You're acting your way on the subject you invaded.”

“It’s so funny when a senior, not someone else, says that.”

“You know how to joke.”

A smile spread across Jaejoong's lips. It was a timing when he wanted to put
on a headlock or tangle his hair, but it was just a taboo for Sang-woo. Sang-
woo was still staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed with an expression
of disapproval. At some point, he turned his chair and saw Yuna's back.

"hey. I'm not alone, but it's too noisy.”

Yuna opened her eyes wide and looked at Sang-woo and Jae-young
alternately.

“There are some nice headphones. Write it down.”

“… … .”

Wherever she went, Yuna was not pushed by her temper, but she kept her
mouth open as if she was embarrassed. Jaeyoung got up, took the
headphones from Yuna's desk and forcibly put them on her head. When I
plugged it into the desktop, the frantic music disappeared. Sangwoo's
expression was more comfortable.

“Now turn on the software.”

Time to show off your skills. Returning to his seat, Jaeyoung stretched out
his hands once, then put his left hand on the keyboard and his right hand on
the

mouse. "start." After saying that, Sang-woo turned his eyes to the book that
was neatly spread on the empty desk.
I knew how to intervene in the work one by one and tell them what to do, but
Sang-woo literally kept his word that he would only manage it. Thanks to
that, Jaeyoung was able to work without burden. Sang-woo was so quiet that
he didn't even know he was next to him.

The only sounds were clicks, mouse clicks and keyboard input. Except for
the occasional Yuna humming the chorus of music in the back, there were no
distractions. in hand I'm slightly sweaty and my heart is beating fast.
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I was slightly sweaty and my heart was pounding, beating a little faster than
usual. On top of the pleasant feeling, Jaeyoung made a map.

When he thought that a lot of time had passed, he inadvertently looked to the
right. Sang-woo put his elbows on the desk and was looking at Jae-young's
monitor, not the books he majored in.

The long, straight neck drew attention. The black long-sleeved T-shirt was
slightly stretched at the neck. Between them, a spot on his white skin stood
out. If I had taken off those useless clothes and driven my teeth into my
shoulder, I wouldn't have wished for it. It was a thought I could only think
of.

'ah… . Dangerous.'

Jaeyoung forced himself to look at the monitor while imagining Sangwoo's

bare shoulders with red marks on them. If it did, it would be scheduled for a
news appearance tomorrow.

[Breaking News] A junior who was bitten on the shoulder by a university

senior stands in court

'It hurt a lot. The rabies test has been completed, but the results have not
come out yet, and I have no intention of dropping the complaint. I hope the
punishment comes out a lot.'

The interviewer's voice seemed to reach my ears. When the mouse cursor
did not move for a long time, Sang-woo turned his head and met his gaze.
Jaeyoung was stung for nothing, so he asked first.

“What are you looking at?”

“I wanted to find a good designer.”

“… … .”

“My attitude towards life is the worst… In terms of skills, I can't complain.”
Sangwoo said with a nonchalant face. I mean sometimes it hits like this.
Even though it was a sound I always heard, it sounded different when he did
it.

And the work sped up. The only thing that has changed is a cleaner desk, a
quieter environment, fresh air, and the person sitting next to me studying.
Even though he was just working as usual, Jaeyoung felt the joy of being on
a picnic.

On the first day, Sang-woo stayed calm and left after exactly an hour. It
suddenly went away and there was no bird to hold on to.

However, from the second day, he showed up with the devil mode on as if he
had made up his mind. After dinner, he brought his laptop and organized the
resources Jaeyoung had made, and began putting them on the frame he had
built. Jaeyoung had to finish the character, weapon, and effect before
proceeding with the map, so he had plenty of time.
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I was working on the map after paying, so I took some time to spare, but I
was punished every time I did that.

'If you want to work with me, you have to match your pace.'

'It's like a pro. Can I have that mindset?'

'Don't shake your legs.'

'Get up and sit up straight.'

'Are you yawning even after seeing the amount of work done?'

'You gave me time to think. I shouldn't have said no back then.'

Sang-woo seemed to dislike everything except Jae-young's design ability.

Because of longing for it for three days, Jaeyoung has reached the point
where he snorts no matter what he hears.

'Of course, Mr. Chu should do as he pleases.' 'Oh, my lord, who would you
say back to me?'

'He didn't even carry a knife, he's no different from a gangster.'

'Let's see, the phone number for the Ministry of

Labor... .' 'If this desktop is broken tomorrow, know that it's because of you.'

'This is Aoji Coal Mine!'

A collision was inevitable. Because there was too much work and Sang-woo
wanted to go according to the schedule he had set. Even when I told him to
do it, he didn't seem to believe it. When they start arguing, Yuna gets
annoyed and puts on her headphones. However, Jaeyoung did not regret
bringing Sangwoo to the studio. Even if he grumbled on the outside, he was
actually happy.

“I’ll rest for 15 minutes.”

Jaeyoung let go as if tossing the mouse and stretched. It was Monday when I
met Sang-woo again after spending the weekend.

On the weekend, there was a basketball game and a drinking party. She was
teased as Cinderella for getting out of the after-party early after the
basketball game, and was criticized for not going to the drinking party,
claiming that she was busy. I corrected all the points pointed out and passed
five maps with excellent perfection.
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Even though he won, Choo Sang-wu made a disapproving expression when
he said that he would rest for only 15 minutes.

"all right."

After making a deal like that, I waited exactly 15 minutes before being told
to work on it again.

As soon as Jaeyoung got permission, he removed Yuna's clothes piled up on

the cot on one side of the room and lay down.

Sang-woo was sitting in an upright position, staring at a monitor full of

letters, typing. Now he was quite used to sitting in the practice room late at
night.

“You get some rest too.”

“I have a lot of work to do.”

“Who knows? I want you to rest.”

“I have a lot to do, so how can I rest?”

“If I keep talking to you, I won’t be able to concentrate, so I’ll take a break.”

“In England in the 1850s, when trees were polluted and darkened, the
population of the white peppered moth decreased and the black peppered
moth flourished.”

“… What do you mean?”

“Life has an instinct to adapt to external threats.”

"ah. I'm a pollutant, are you a poor moth? Try changing the color of your
wings. I will cheer you on.”

“It’s not about cheering me on with words, but keeping my mouth shut is the
way to help me.” Choo Sang-woo was like a vending machine that only
came out with the right words. Jaeyoung picked up his cell phone, escaping
from an argument he had already lost. I replied to some messages and played
a music video for my favorite band. When I was with Yuna or Sungjin, I
always turned the music up while working, but since Sangwoo came in, I
hadn't played music. Yuna also attacked a few times at first, but was defeated
fiercely each time in a verbal fight, and when Sang-woo came in, he sighed
and put on his headphones. I left early today, so there was no such thing as
that.

A dreamy synth, a thumping drum beat, a low-pitched bass, a heart-rending

electric guitar, and languid vocals. Jaeyoung closed his eyes and immersed
himself in the music, halfway waiting for the sound of 'Turn off the music'.
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was When I opened my eyes, Sang-woo was still working with his back
straight.

“You seem to like this.”

"no. I'm not sure.”

“The name of this band is… .”

“Psychedel. i know."

“The title is not… .”

“Magnetic Field, the 8th track on the 5th album Electricity. I know, so be
quiet.”

Jaeyoung was so shocked that he dropped his phone. His favorite artist was
not very well known in Korea. Even if you don't know the name of the song,
you know the album and track number. It's not much to say, but judging
from the fact that he knows all the details, he's a fairly well-rounded listener.
In my bewilderment, the playlist moved on to the next song. This time, it
was a little-known domestic indie band.

“Trumpeter’s 2nd album Bullshit, track 12, I’m going to cut the boss and
devour the company.”

Jaeyoung stared blankly at the black ball cap for a minute.

'Chu Sang-woo has the same taste as me.'

It was hard to believe. Jaeyoung played the next track with a trembling heart.

“Jochiwon Band 1st Album Red and Black, Track 7, Red Giant.” “Wow… .

hey. You have very similar tastes to me. It gave me goosebumps.” “It’s not at
all, so don’t even say that.”

I won't be fooled if I try to tickle like that. If you even know the track
number, how often have you heard it? Jaeyoung was excited and skipped the
track over and over again. Sang-woo knew nothing. Whether it's a foreign
artist or a domestic artist, if you pretended to be in any genre, you were
pretend. It was much more accurate than an application that tells you the
name of the song when you play it.

Jaeyoung accidentally touched a strange place while flipping through the

tracks and turned on a popular song that had been number 1 on the chart for
10 weeks. Until now, my throat came out within 10 seconds of turning on the
music, but this time it was quiet.
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My throat came out, but this time it was quiet.

“Don’t you know this?”

“How do I know that?”

These days, people say that if you don't know this song, you're a spy. It was
a very strange thing.

Jaeyoung also felt a little uncomfortable and fell into confusion.

“Senior, the rim of the reinforced grenade stem has fallen off. Please fix it
and look at the corn again.

And it's just been 15 minutes. Please return to your seat.”

'That's just for sure.'

Jaeyoung stood up for about 5 seconds and then got up. As he was forced to
sit down, Sang-woo glanced at him, then returned to his laptop.

'It's cute, but not cute at all.'

Jaeyoung reached out with the intention of pinching his cheek hard, but
belatedly recalled the taboo.

Sang-woo was already staring at Jae-young’s hand, frowning. Jaeyoung

clapped his hands in the air.

“What? Mosquito here... .”

“It’s April, but there are some mosquitoes.”

“I was here.”

“Look at your palm, did you catch it?”

"uh? I missed it.”

Sang-woo started typing again with an expression of disbelief. He looked
omnipotent as he stared at the monitor, which was written in a completely
unrecognizable language. Jaeyoung rested his chin on his chin and stared
blankly at Sangwoo, unable to do anything for a while.

“Why are you making games?”

I suddenly felt that it was too late to ask such a question. It was a question
that should have come to mind from the beginning.

Why is Choo Sang-woo trying to make a game? A guy who has no

understanding of the content at all. He's only good at developing, but he
doesn't seem to have any sense for graphics or sound.

Besides, a guy who doesn't enjoy collaboration by nature doesn't bother

designing
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In Besides, a guy who doesn't like collaboration and doesn't enjoy it makes a
game that requires a lot of help from a designer or planner.

“Because I like it.”

The sudden answer shocked Jaeyoung a little. The impression that he was an
outlier was strongly imprinted on him, so I vaguely thought he had no
hobbies or likes.

“There is a game company I want to work for. I played a game from that
company for the first time when I was 15, and it was so much fun that I
stayed up all night for the first time. Since then, my dream has changed. I
want to make a game like that with my own hands, so I’m studying English
and games separately.”

Sang-woo looked at Jae-young’s expression and