Semantic Error

Volume 1 Chapter 1

In a university seminar room, more than half of t students were asleep. It was impossible even
for a teacr to get everyone to focus in a large class attended by over 100 students. Also, t
presenter on stage did not have a flashy appearance. T presenter was wearing a cckered shirt
and dark blue jeans that were out of style, and his face was hard to see because was wearing a
black cap. However, wn pressed t laser pointer to play t presentation material, t bored eyes of
t spectators filled with amazement.

T font size, which seemed to be 93 points, was also tedious, but it was surprising that t font
was curled. No, t most serious problem is t fund's fuzzy bond bond? Or is t problem with t
sincerity of each letter in t colors of t rainbow? (no bonobo: it's a children's anime character)

"Let's start t introduction."

T presenter moved on to t next slide with a look of indifference as if mocking t audience's

reaction. This time, only t subtitle was written in yellow on t black background, but t poor
legible handwriting and terrible font size still remained.

"In this presentation, I look at t reputation of well-known Korean college graduates to see
how effectively ty are producing tir talent, honesty, creativity, and passion, while re-
regulating desirable personality traits and exploring what responsibilities and roles should ty
play in t future..."

T students quickly fell asleep again after seeing t shocking PPT screen enlarged by t beam
projector. T speaker's voice was dull and flat. Furtrmore, no matter how long waited, t first
sentence was not finisd.

"First of all, I am an honest man."

T presenter examined in detail wtr t talent training on t Korea National University website and
concluded that it was not. T graduates cited were politicians who were disqualified from t
National Assembly due to fraud, professors who embezzled documents, and businessmen who
were asked to get jobs for money. T content was unusually deep and t presentation was
logical. Few students were as diligent in tir two-credit group project. Unfortunately, at t end
of t presentation, however, tre seemed to be less than 10 people listening, including teacrs. T
presenter concluded t announcement, which lasted just over 10 minutes, emphasizing honesty
and fairness, but t applause was scant.

"That's it," but as soon as t last page was turned, a small audience broke into a startling
exclamation. Even t students, who were not interested in t presentation, paid attention to t
screen.

T teacr raised his glasses with a puzzled look on his face and t students murmured. Looking at
t noisy classroom, host Chu Sang-woo thought that t popular character in t background got
positive responses.

***

A student in a tight cap entered t professor's laboratory. T professor urged him to sit down
with a puzzled look on his face.
"Welcome, Sang-woo. I called you today for an introduction." "Did you have a problem? T
story was impressive. But..."

T teacr threw down t attendance book with an embarrassed look. Chu Sang-woo made an
amazingly profound presentation, but it was a group assignment. Tre were three otr members
in attendance. your group.

Weren't t otr group members involved at all?

"Yes," t student answered without changing his expression. "Tell me t details."

"Originally, I was only supposed to research t first part and produce t presentation material .
But t person who decided to do t second part of t data investigation didn't keep his promise to
send t data before six yesterday, so I completed it instead. In addition, it was difficult for
anotr member to attend t class due to t pain of his aunt's death. So I also did his part."

"One more member is missing."

"I've never seen him before."

T teacr nodded and ccked t attendance book three times. tn looked closely at t attendance
book to see if had found anything.

"Tre is a prospective graduate in that group. emailed that couldn't attend this week because
was abroad attending a competition."

"I ard 's a contestant." T teacr looked at t student.

"Isn't it too much to leave your name out wn you have a situation like that?"

"No, I don't think so. If had been contributing and skipped class today, I'd consider it, but 's
never attended a class meeting and 's never
lped with his homework."

T teacr ccked his attendance book.

"Look re. says that, in all but last class and this one, was present…"

"Well, maybe had someone attend in his place."

T teacr's expression changed oddly with t student's response. "I see. I see. You can go, Chu
Sang-woo."

"Yes."

T student bowed his ad and left t lab with a serious, as wn entered.

Semantic error Volume 1

Chapter 1

T first semester of t third year has ended. Which made Sang -woo, had a tough semester with
23 credits, t hardest thing was not his notorious difficulty, but his two-credit liberal arts class,
"Korean University Student Character Education", a required lecture for liberal arts. You can't
graduate without taking classes, it consisted of easy lectures and simple co-presentation tasks.
At first thought it was fun because t topic of t presentation was so easy. One of t group
members didn't mind t fact that didn't attend to classes at all under t pretext of t contest. But
someone got injured and someone went diving t day before t performance. If had done it by
himself from t beginning, would have done it in a day, but wasted time and have t nerve by
contacting and sending data to his team members. Sang-woo was upset, but forgot his bad
memories after t performance. But after getting a grade, I had a little problem.

Freeloader1: Did you leave my name out?? I couldn't attend because my grandmotr passed
away but how could you do such a

thing???

10:04

Freeloader2: I ultimately got an F in 'Personality' Are you satisfied?^^ +

15:29

Freeloader3:

iwasntabletograduatebecauseofyouletsmeetup

hoobaenim¹2

20:23

Sangwoo was spammed with messages t day t grades were out. Two people only sent one
message each, but one person kept pestering him to meet up and talk, and even tried calling
him, so blocked t number.

Tn vacation started. Ingwoo was planning on taking fewer classes t following semester so that
could create a mobile game. To do so, taught himself programming languages during t week,
and worked part-time at a PC room on t weekends. His daily life flowed smoothly, however
something botrsome happened.

taught himself t programming language during t week and worked part-time in a PC room on
t weekends. His daily life was going smoothly, but tre was one thing that botred him.
Saturday, as usual, was t day that two college students went and played all day. Sang-woo
listened to tir conversation in front of t counter.

"Don't you know? Jaeyoung looks like won't be able to graduate."

"Why? said was going to study abroad"

Someone said

" got an F in t course worth 2 credits because asked someone to attend t classes for him."

"Can't you lp him? I guess t teacr told him couldn't pass even if wanted to."

" said would talk to t person involved. I've ard this many times"

Sang-woo continued to listen to t conversation, pretending to search t counter.

"But doesn't answer t phone."

"What department is in?"

"Is a computer engineer? 'll kill him if finds him, but no one knows about him. 's doomed.
Wow, that's bullshit."

Sang-woo seemed to be in t crosshairs of a very bad person. has often had conflicts while
attending college, but ty have been resolved well so far. As a freshman, nearly got into a fight
with his superior who forced him to drink liquor and claimed wouldn't pay t student fees, but
tn t newspaper covered it up. Sang-woo continued to listen to tir conversation, pretending to
search t counter.

Sang-woo seriously thought about changing his cell phone number, but backed off because
didn't do anything wrong. But ever since that day, got into t habit of getting flustered wnever
received a notification on his cell phone.

Han Soo-young, senior visual design student: "Junior developer! I can't continue with t
project because I had a chance to quickly get him a job. I'm sorry. But I asked a talented
colleague to come out in my place." "

T message that arrived after a long time was desperate. Han Soo-young was so busy that even
though s was slow to introduce t show, s did a great job. Sang-woo had already conceived t
game to match his style, so it was bad news for t designer to change. Tre were too many
irresponsible people in t school. At least this person is lucky to have a successor in his place
and run away. Tre was no guarantee that would be a talented student.

_"That's a shame. I liked your drawing style." 12:33

_Han Soo-young: 's better than me. Do not worry!

_Give me at least t number 12:34.

_Han Soo-young, a final year student in t visual design department: T phone book was reset
and I don't have a contact number; I told him exactly wre and wn to meet. 's in t same class as
me and his name is Jaeyoung Jang! 12:40

_ok. 12:41

Sang-woo finisd his conversation with r and aded to school. T meeting was at four, but
arrived three hours early and arranged t draft and character sketch. Jang Jae-young, director of
visual design. suspected that would be busy because was in high school or disappear in t
middle of work like Han Soo-young, but thought should meet him first.

Sang-woo got up from his seat at 15:55 and went upstairs. S arrived at a small conference
room on t third floor of t library, which s had booked online in advance, a minute before r
appointment time, and took out r notes and writing equipment. But t designer did not appear.
If it had been for any otr type of business, would have left without looking back, but it was a
project couldn't do alone, so needed a designer. Sang-woo took out his cell phone and played
with it for 10 minutes. T designer did not appear.

Did Han Soo-young misrepresent t time and place of t date, or did s change r mind?
Did you have a busy date? Anotr 10 minutes passed as a question occurred to him to which
had no way of knowing t answer. T designer did not show up. "You are a seedy personality."
Tre is no one who is not punctual. Tre's no way it would work well with someone like that on
a project. Ten more minutes have passed while inside it simmered. T designer did not show
up.

"It's really t last time." Sang-woo waited anotr 10 minutes to see Han Soo-young, who was
good and kind. persevered with a Taoist art, but t designer never appeared. seat. Sang-woo
was reluctant to waste his time. But as soon as tried to grab t handle, t door opened. "Is this
okay?"

Sang-woo glared at t otr person in a furious manner. T man, with a black cap, let go and
walked in with a ceky expression and sat in front of Sang-woo. On t tip of his nose had a
large pair of glasses with three metal piercings in one ear. was empty-handed wn arrived at t
meeting took his hand out of his pocket, rubbed it against t otr, and raised his ad

, “Uh!”

T moment t two eyes met, pointed his finger at Sang-woo

, “Why?”

Sang- Woo casually toucd his cek, wondering if tre was something on his face. T otr boy
looked surprised, but his wide eyes widened. Ty got smaller and smaller. Sang-woo had no
intention of working with this person, but forced himself to sit down thinking that should
take minimal steps. ld t pen without looking at t man's face on purpose.

"You are t designer, right?"

"Yes."

“You've ard what I'm doing, right? I'm working on a 2D action game. It's based on t Cocos2d
framework and t genre is adventure from a kid's point of view.”

But t man didn't seem to listen to Sang-woo. sat on t chair, moving his legs, and without
permission, took Sang-woo's notebook and turned it over,

"You have worked hard," and so on.

Sang-woo took his notebook, opened t blank page, and put it on his desk. took t file out of his
bag and handed t man a draft drawn up by his former designer. T paper details t game's title,
overall concept, and character design. T man lowered his eyes and stared blankly at t
document. say a word.

"It doesn't seem like it's funny," muttered to himself, all audible, and averted his eyes from t
carefully arranged paper on t rough draft

. "Yachae Man is t name of t project."

"Han Soo Young S's normally talented, but this Sometimes has done it abruptly. made no
effort to come up with a concept, and his sketcs are dry."

T man pusd t document forward, and t paper flew up and t corners slammed into Sang-woo's
nose. Sang-woo laid t paper down. notes r with a stiff look on his face. tried to explain
everything, but his patience was running out.

Sang-woo thought it would be better to clean up without wasting energy on useless things.
“Looks like we don't fit togetr. I'll find anotr designer," t man said as tried to put his notes and
documents into his bag.

"Are you that good at coding? How far can you go if I ask you to implement something?"

"As long as t design is good. We can implement almost all t functions we need in a 2D action
game."

"You're so confident," t comment sounded like was ignoring Sang-woo. to go back to school
after being discharged from t army?”

Sang-woo emphatically replied because felt a bit nauseated, "I'm especially confident in
debugging and optimization. I made a diary app wn I was in high school, and I made
HTML5.”

T Van Arcade game… “No, not that,” t man fixed his glasses. continued to point his finger at
t paper that had t "Yachae Man" draft on it. "Because it doesn't just work well. Games should
be fun. T natural feel of battles and animation, not only graphics but also BGM is important.
That's why I can't trust this kind of project."trust you and spend some golden time?”

was an unpredictable man. seemed relieved as a featr, but suddenly turned serious, so Sang-
woo suddenly became flustered.

Ileave it to me.” felt bad after calmly replying. Tre was no reason to lower himself as a
subcontractor since was t boss and t otr guy was t employee.

Sang-woo stretcd his waist and sat up straight and crossed his arms "

By t way, have you ever been involved in creating mobile games?" It was a timely
counterattack. If t otr guy didn't show any skills, would leave t room without looking back.

"No."

"Bye.

"I've had a lot of experience on t web."

Sang-woo, who was about to get up, paused for a moment. If you weren't good at designing
web interfaces, it would be difficult to develop an application. T size of t object is more small
and we have to pay attention to optimization, but it was essentially similar. Also, t Sunbae
who introduced t designer said that was a very talented man.

"Can I see t portfolio?" T man laugd and took out his tablet PC from t pocket of his coat.
After several taps, handed t device to Sang-woo. Sang-woo looked at t side-scrolling
portfolio page with t works displayed on a white background. pressed t thumbnail and
zoomed in one by one to cck t work carefully. Web, posters, logos and illustrations, t man had
experience.

Tre were many things could do. Also, ty all seemed very complete, unlike t students' works.

"It's better than a normal program" pair inparticular, his painting style was unique and lively.
Sang-woo erased his favorite sketch of "Yachae Man" from his ad.

"I've never ard that I'm not good at what I do," looked at Sang-woo's expression.
"You did, right?"

T man laugd at Sang-woo's legitimate question, picked up t pen, and began drawing a design
on his notebook. drew a carrot in 20 seconds in a completely different style than his
predecessor. It was a rebellious and decadent carrot, but with a lot of style. Sang-woo was
convinced that it was worth showing off.

"Ready".

His art fluttered. intentionally curbed expectations before ty got out of hand. Tre was
something botring him.

"Will you be able to invest your time during t next semester?"

"Yes, I have lost my job due to a mishap at my graduation."

"If you get anotr project in t middle of this like Han Soo-young…"

"Once I have a project, I follow through."

T person who was 40 minutes late and thought couldn't believe it suddenly had t effect of
seem trustworthy. Sang-woo was willing to tolerate a certain degree of insincerity with that
level of skill. Above all, it was a high resolve for him, who valued sincerity.

"Tn give me your phone number," Sang-woo pulled out. his cell phone and politely ld it up,
and t otr person slammed his finger on it. Tn his face changed. His frowns slowly turned to
Sang-woo.

'My number, is it saved?'

'Can not be.'

"Look, re," t man's voice was very high-pitcd.

Sang-woo retrieved t device from his hand without knowing t word.

'Calling
“parasite 3”...

Sang-woo and t man were looking at t letters at t same timetime. And soon his cell phone
rang. With a cold expression on his face, t man who took out t phone from his coat pocket
laugd in vain. Sang-woo saw what had saved on his phone. Tre is a call for you!

"You!"

Sang-woo was so embarrassed that ran out of t conference room without even taking his
notes and writing instruments.

"Look, re."

T man's voice was very high-pitcd. Sang-woo retrieved t device from his hand without
knowing t word.

Calling parasite 3...

Sang-woo and t man were looking at t letters at t same time. And soon his cell phone rang.
With a cold expression on his face, t man who took out t phone from his pocket coat laugd in
vain.

Sang-woo saw what had saved on his phone. Tre's a call for you! Sang-woo is was so
embarrassed that ran out of t conference room without even taking his notes and writing
instruments. didn't even know if t man called out to him or chased after him or stood still
because was running away without looking back.

Almost 20 minutes of memory had been erased. Entering t house, Sang-woo bumped into t
door and caught his breath. My knees were shaking wn s fell going up t stairs. got t bottled
water out of t fridge and licked his throat.

"Nonsense,"

Sang-woo had t courage to take out his cell phone after a while in a daze. Tre was no contact.
Wn unlocked "Parasite 3" with shaking hands, a message and several missed calls appeared.
In "Parasite 3", Jang sent a long message to Sang-woo five days ago asking for his
understanding and asking him to meet him. It's my fault that didn't contact t team leader
directly, but explained t situation to anotr team member. Tre were also some threatening
messages.

You're going to regret this.

2 days ago

And that was t last time. After reading t message , Sang-woo calmed down again. It turned
out that t person who thought was a competent designer was just an over-t-top, insensitive
scumbag with a bad personality. was very lucky to find out before t project started.
Expectations were high after that. seeing his illustration, but had no choice but to give up
cleanly. Sang-woo had no intention of collaborating with t bully, and it was clear that
wouldn't want to work with Sang-woo eitr.

"I didn't do anything wrong." n unexpected conflict, it was all his fault and Sang-woo was
innocent. However, t feeling of discomfort did not go away. Sang-woo had no reason to, but
fell asleep late at night while ccking his cell phone with a sideways glance. Wn woke up t
next day, a message arrived.

Sangwoo, let's talk. 09:02

Sang-woo rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared at t screen for a while. From a young age, was
only called by nicknames in t neighborhood, so lived without a name during his school days.
Sangwoo, Sangwoo, and Chu Sangwoo. In t army, Chu Yi-byeong, Chu Il-byeong, Chu Sang-
byeong, Chu Byung-jang. Tre were only parents in t world who called him "Sangwoo".

_T number is wrong. Thanks. 09:01

_Parasite 3: Choo Sang-woo/25 years old/3rd year commercial/After September semester of

military leave/No club/No student council activity 09:02
Free ride 3: If you won't drop out, watch 09:02

T message contained scary content. Sang-woo looked through t phone screen and read it over
and over again. Tn a new message arrived.

_Parasite 3: Leaving t front gate of t school today at 6:05 09:05

_Parasite 3: I won't hit you 09:06

"You're funny."

Sang-woo smiled coldly and grabbed his cell phone. did nothing wrong, and why should I
listen to him?

"What if you did a background cck on me? Do you want me to call t police?

Sang-woo used to actively use public power. knew exactly under what circumstances had to
report to t police.

I took my cell phone and read t message step by step. was a clear threat no matter what tried
to do. But wasn't afraid because his opponent had no way of hurting him. Sang-woo was a
serious student who only took classes and didn't do otr school activities. Tre was no one else
tre. A teacr who might hurt him at school.

I'm back 0;

And it's been three days. Sang-woo thought t dirty quarrel was over, but it was a foolish
wishful thinking. It was natural to take him cold. How long have I been able to avoid him?
students from t same school while working in a computer room near t school?

Sang-woo was stocking t slves with snacks wn a group of people opened t door and rusd in.
Among tm, t taller man stopped wn do saw Sang-woo...

"What are you dating? We just ate togetr."

If t eyes hadn't met so intensely, ty might not have recognized him. Ty looked at each otr as if
time had stopped. Beyond t large goggle lenses, emotionless eyes grew and became very thin.
As if t background had disappeared, only t bastard was visible. For a moment, various
thoughts such as 'I'm doomed', 'I'm upset' and 'I want to run away' flasd through my ad. Sang-
woo dropped t snack because was a little nervous, although tre was no reason to.

was preparing for an internal fight, but Jang Jae-young took t letter without pretending to
know Sang-woo. After t five-member group disappeared into t room smoking, Sang-woo sat
down at t counter again. I turned back to t books and notebooks, but I couldn't concentrate
well.

Wn I raised my ad, I could see Jae-young's ad coming out of t monitor. Sang's eyes -woo went
to a screen that told him what game was playing and what site was accessing. Jae-young
posted a game information site and was accessing an online role-playing game. While playing
two

rounds of FPS after a few rounds of hunting courses and moving on to t

MMORPG, Sang-woo read a book, but t page was rarely turned over. "Will it happen like
this?
threatened r with a message, so I thought would use violence wn met r, but Jae-young
seemed to be planning to bury t case as it was. Sang-woo thought tre was no better ending
than that. But alsowas a hopeful illusion.

Guest Order No.32: Spicy Flame Ramen

"Yes, it is."
S+ang-woo stood up with a sigh and boiled t ramen. According to t recipe, 450 ml of water
was measured out and boiled in a longer pot than usual. As cut t noodles in half and drizzled t
soup into a pot, Sang-woo recalled how had resolved t conflict in t past. His opponents were
outraged and cursed, some even shaking tir fists. Sang-woo was not emotionally moved,
logically refuted his loopholes and reported tm to t police after a step of responding to
violence with violence. was going to do it again this time.

T smoking room was filled with cigarette smoke. Sang-woo stood in front of seat 32 with a ba
tray of ramen bowls. T man with his back against t chair was smoking. Wn put down t tray,
turned his chair around and looked at Sang-woo. Today was wearing a red sweatshirt with a
drawing on t cst that seemed likely to cause mental illness just by looking at it. T figure really
did look like a thug.

"I really hate it."

T moment Sang-woo tried to turn his back on him, said. "I didn't know our godfatr worked
re."
Jang Jae-young frowned slightly and rubbed t cigarette in t ashtray. tn slowly rolled his eyes
and looked at Sang-woo again.

"Why do you ignore my brotr's contact? To offend."

Sang-woo had no idea how to respond. was sure that no matter how terrifyingly threatening
or violent it was, could face it bravely, but no one had ever fought so quietly.

"Sangwoo, aren't you going to answer?"

Jae-young's voice was too soft for a fight. Sang-woo decided to keep his body on t ground
until showed his true colors.

"Talks".

"Wn you're having a conversation, make eye contact."

It was not a difficult request. Wn Sang-woo raised his ad and made eye contact, this time
avoided eye contact. took out anotr cigarette, lit it, and for a time let t smoke out without
saying anything. Tn, met Sang-woo's eyes and put out his right hand.

"We have to make a game togetr, why don't we make up first?"

T large hand that was extended towards me was completely unreal. Sang-woo felt strange.

"How do we make up wn we've never had a fight? And I don't work with you."

Jae-young smiled and raised his hand as if in a daze. "Why did I ask you to meet me?"
"I have no idea." "Lack of imagination."
"Just because you run into me doesn't change your grades. At least it's enough IQ to get you
into college, so you know that."

Jae-young folded r arms and smiled brightly.

"What about t grades? It's been a while since t correction period ended."

"Tn why are you hugging me and teasing me?"

"What do you mean tease? I was going to tell you because you're t junior Sooyoung
introduced me to and t project is on t line. I've been listening to your story, clearing up any
misunderstandings, and trying to move forward in a good way."

"I don't want to talk to you about anything." "Tn you should have answered."
Sang-woo felt his opponent's tone sharpen. "Huh? Sang-woo. Wre did you sell it?"
Sang-woo thought that t ability to maintain a calm tone while cursing was amazing.
manipulated his cell phone with his hands to report

any signs of violence, but this was too weak. I didn't know how to respond.

"It's hard to believe I was just going to tell t truth. You hold a grudge against me, thinking I
didn't graduate."

Tre was a feeling that if I apologized re, I might let it slide, but
Sang-woo played by t book. Ty had already given him t "enemy" order.

"I don't know why it's my fault."

Wn I was in high school, my teacr slapped me on t cek for answering him like that. Later,
was advised countless times to fix his social life, but his sharp way of speaking just slipped
out of his mouth. However, Jae-young answered as if it was insignificant.

"If you hadn't said anything useless to t professor, would you have graduated? I've decided to
study abroad, but I'm going to cancel it because of you. For two credits, not a dick."

"It's not my fault." "Sang-woo."

"Don't pretend to be close. All t students who attend classes would be fools if ty could attend
and graduate. Do you think I'm going to put t name of a bully who does nothing to get a grade
on homework?"

Jae-young showed no signs of surprise at Sang-woo's counterargument. "That's t style. I

already imagined it."
"Can I go, sir?"

"No, I still have something to say."

took a deep drag on his cigarette and tn blew out t smoke.

"I don't want you to judge me. You are t pastor, t police. Don't preach, you little bastard."

"Okay. Don't just keep in touch with me and live like this." "Bitch, that's really cool."
Jae-young stubbed out r cigarette in t ashtray with a cold gaze and met Sang-woo's eyes.

"I told him to get down on his knees and apologize... Did you ask t professor to lend you t
credits? If you wanted to go aad nicely, you should at least pretend to be embarrassed. Am I
doing this to get arrested?"

seemed to be angry, but Sang-woo couldn't quite understand t complicated words.

"I don't know what you're talking about, so if you want something, ask nicely."

S didn't want to, but Jae-young looked attacked. opened his mouth several times and closed
it, tn crossed his arms and leaned back. And spat with a face full of discontent.
“Say, 'I'm sorry to miss out on a good place to study abroad.

It wasn't a difficult task.' Sang-woo opened his mouth confidently, but couldn't speak. This is
because t sentence was mixed with false parts

"If you could just fix two mistakes... It's not because of me that you didn't graduate,
but because you're missing attendance days and homework scores. And I don't
regret it."

If you apply t feedback, you will lose a good place to study abroad. I thought it was
okay to say that it was actually technology, but I ard sarcasm.

"Bastard, you are a complete asshole."

I've ard it a lot, so Sang-woo wasn't hit at all. Jae-young turned t chair towards t
monitor and picked up t chopsticks and stirred t bowl.

"You ruined everything, asshole."

offered Sang-woo a tray of ramen again. "Take it".

Sang-woo picked up t tray without saying a word. So wn was about to leave, Jae-
young called out to him.

"y".

"Why?"

"Let's not meet again."

I was glad to ar that. Sang-woo seemed to have unintentionally repelled t enemy.

waved his hands with a bored look.

"I finish work at ten o'clock, so please come back." "Crazy bastard."
"What did say? A human horse bully."

Sang-woo walked out of t smoking room, swearing inside.

***

After resolving t dirty dispute, daily life went t same way. Although it was t holidays,
my study life in t school library continued. A serious problem was that t designer
position of t "Yachae Man" project was vacant again. I posted on t school internet
that I was looking for a designer dedicated to graphics for action games, but no one
contacted me. T following semester, with t intention of producing a game, was
deliberately arranged on a leisurely scdule, so if no designer is found, time will run
out.
Tre were no otr problems. Even that day, Sang-woo was on his way to t restaurant
after studying as much as t target. Walking thoughtlessly, saw a box approaching.

A student struggled to carry a small box on top of a large one, but seemed blind to
him because couldn't see. Considering his stride, we could predict that his feet
would soon catch on his chin. It wasn't long before tre was a scream.

"No!"

T girl ran out, holding out r hand, but t box on top of r fell to t ground, spilling trash on
t way. Reading tables, snack boxes, and tapes rolled down t ramp. Unfortunately for t
student, Sang-woo was on his way to t restaurant and was about to pass by.

"Excuse me!"

But at that moment, called out to Sang-woo. Sang-woo stopped.

"I'm really sorry, but could you lp me? I'm dying in pain.... If you lp me, I'll buy you a
meal."

"Wre are you going?"

"To t locker on t third floor of t library."

It was a seven-minute walk from t library, and 3,000 won per meal for a school meal,
which easily exceeded t minimum wage without having to calculate it. Sang-woo
answered yes and picked up t abandoned item with r and put it in t box. T student
looked surprised as ld t large box in both hands and lifted it up.

"It's avy, right? I'll hold t small one." "Yes, it is very avy. What have you brought?"

"books and this and that…"

T box was very avy. Sang-woo rested twice in t middle and took off his padded jacket
because was sweating. T distance of seven minutes was increased to 15 minutes,
and after passing to t third floor, I lost all my strength. It consumed too much energy
for one meal. Sang-woo regretted his foolish decision.

"I'm alive thanks to you. Thank you very much."

During those 15 minutes, t opponent, Ryu Ji-hye, pulled a Tong Cng name from
Sang-woo and uneartd basic information such as his academic record and
department. Before I knew it, t title had changed from "Excuse me" to "Oppa".
Leaving t library, asked.

"Is tre something you want to eat?" "Give me a meal ticket."

"Oh, what kind of learning is that?"
Sang-woo's impression was quite dark, so people didn't talk to him easily. However,
unlike otr youngsters, Ji-hye was not afraid.

"I'm so thankful that I bought you something really delicious. Just follow me."

"It's fine."

"tre's no need". "It's fine."

Ty began to walk. Ji-hye said that it only took 10 minutes to walk, but as a result, it
took longer than that. Sangu went just to eat, s must move from one situation to
anotr, which is not short but ty already have Ji-hye's menu options, silently followed
r.

"It's a pasta restaurant and it's really good. T pasta is delicious and t pizza has a thin
crust, so it goes very well. T last time I had panne, I almost ate all t diss... And tre is
10% discount for students. All t part-timers were so handsome and handsome..."

Ji-hye was talkative, so Sang-woo talked to himself without replying. Ty left t school
and passed through t streets of t student pub. Ji-hye wandered into a relatively quiet
alley and pointed to t second floor. T wooden sign showed a noble confidence that it
was not a cap store.

Wn I went upstairs and opened t big door, a bell rang. T spacious store was
darkened with a warm atmospre. After questions and answers as to wtr or not ty had
made a reservation, ty were guided to an empty seat.

"I'm sure this is t face of a part-time worker. It's not a joke, really."

Ji-hye looked around and said useless things. As soon as Sang-woo sat down,
looked at t menu and analyzed t items. T lowest price for a piece is
14,000 won, t higst price is 23,500 won, and t average price is
17,400 won. T price was inexplicably high considering t main menu was cooked with
flour noodles. It was not a price to pay for a piece of luggage.

"Are you going to be okay with this price?"

"Sometimes I get emotional. You can starve at t end of t month."

It wasn't a convincing answer, but I didn't have to worry about anyone else's pockets.
Sang-woo looked back at t foods of t same name as praised Ji-hye for r hard work,
saying that Ji-hye died and survived. Presca citrus salad, kachuko rosso, fritti
ltalani...

"Would you like to order?"

I was snoring at t menu, and I ard a soft voice nearby. Wisdom opened r mouth first.
"Do you have vongole pasta?" “I…”
T moment raised his ad to order t most expensive pasta on t menu, Sang-woo made
eye contact with a store clerk. Ji-hye's words were true. Even in t eyes of Sang-woo,
who usually doesn't care about otr people's appearance, t clerk was a very
handsome man.

A thin face smiled slightly under neat hair. His double-lidded eyes were cold and
large, his nose was straight, and t tip of his nose was high. was a straight,
handsome man in a white shirt and a black apron around his waist.

"By t way, have you seen him anywre?

T man's face was familiar to me. Wn t idea of seeing him on a poster or something hit
me, laugd with his mouth open.

"Oppa, what are you doing!'s

urging, Sang-woo came to his senses. quickly ordered lobster pasta. T staff took
orders from t memo and went through t menu ordered.

"Is tre anything else I need?"

"Can I get a discountfor Korean university students?" "Yes, you are an ex-student."
T clerk smiled on r face and marked something on t bill. Ji-hye took out r student ID
from r bag and began to flutter excitedly

. . I've met Oppa a few times in front of t art school. I also saw a vendor play last
year. Oh, I remember I had a hard time getting t tickets."

T staff took Ji-hye's student card, looked at it carefully, and handed it back.

"It's French literature. Somehow, s seemed so vigorous."

looked at Sang-woo curiously and said, T look didn't seem very favorable.

"Ha ha! I'm t only one who has a French major and not this Oppa. Sang-woo, what
was your specialty?"

Sang-woo didn't want to brag about t lesson to a stranger. Besides, I thought it was
quite unfair for a man to look at himself at t first meeting.

"Don't you work? If you have received your order, please leave."

T moment I uttered t word, tre was silence. Jihye looked like a person watching a
horror movie, but t clerk's twisted smile deepened without knowing why.

" It's good to be a Hangyeol." S mumbled

as if s couldn't ar, and tn took t ticket and pen. S tn left a message saying it would
take about 20 minutes to get t food. As s left, Ji-hye asked Sang- woo, looking at him.

“Oppa, are you mad?” “No.”

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

“I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. Sometimes I make
mistakes."

"I said no."

"Sorry!"

Ji-hye bowed r ad and rubbed r hands togetr like flies.

"Stop. It's not like that."

"Yes..."

"Stop."

Sang-woo turned his ad in irritation and tn made eye contact with an employee taking
his orders. I did not mean that. I just stared into space. Instead of averting his gaze, t
man took a closer look at Sang-woo, wiping his wine glass with a rag. Sang-woo had
a stare match with him for a while before turning his ad away.

" keeps looking at me."

"No way. Oh, I'm telling you." "I think has a grudge against me."

"Oh, come on."

Ty spent 20 minutes talking nonsense. Ji-hye, for example, asked Sang-woo very
quietly,

"Do you think you can win if you fight with that employee?" Sang-woo replied that
doesn't like violence and it's better to get slapped and report it to t police if a friendly
fight breaks out.

"LOL". You are very funny. You don't look like that…” “What do you mean?”

“I don't think you know t jokes.”

“I wasn't kidding.”

Ji-hye closed r mouth with a puzzled look.

T food came out while I waited in silence. T clerk, who was carrying two bowls in one
arm, had a curious look on his face. put his plate down in front of Ji-hye, tn turned
around and sided with Sang-woo and put t otr down. Tn whispered to a level wre
could stop listening.

"It was about to forget what happen, but now that I think about it, I'm pissed." "What?"

"Why are you re, asshole? Do you want to try it?"

Sang-woo looked at t man with some surprise. His cold eyes were filled with hostility.
It was hard to understand that was so angry over a word. Sang-woo concluded that
had mistaken a person.

"Do you know me?"

T man's mouth dropped open at Sang-woo's response. gave a puzzled look for a
while and tn laugd. soon stared at Sang-woo and took out his glasses from his
apron. Eyes met through t large lenses, and realization flasd through Sang-woo's
mind.

T mischievous thug I met in t library lecture room wore similarly shaped glasses. Now
that I think about it, I think I grew taller. T clots were so different, no earrings, and t
atmospre was completely different, but ty seemed to be t same people.

"Ah...Kim Young-jae.

Sang-woo added, "Senior," but t man already seemed angry. leaned down and
whispered in Sang-woo's ear.

"You, I told you never to see each otr again, right? I tried to get behind you."

"I didn't mean to. It's real."

"Sang-woo."

T unnecessary friendly voice gave me goosebumps. Sang-woo flincd and pusd his
chair back a bit. Tn came t look without double eyelids.

"Sangwoo, you are calling."

"I only have r."

Although I gave a short answer, my voice cracked.

"You really can't. Is tre something you don't like?"

"You".
Sang-woo answered honestly, but his opponent didn't bat an eye.

"What color do you hate?"

"Red."

T color of t mistake, red, and Sang-woo generally didn't regret all colors, but had
never been happy with red.

"An animal you hate?"

Homo sapiens.

Is tre any animal as imperfect as humans? Dokdo, and tre is no deadly strong and
althy skin, claws outstretcd, emotionally seized by impulse. Sang-woo stared in
amazement at t irrational crystals before his eyes.

"What food do you hate?"

"Pasta".

Sang-woo wasn't a picky eater, but at t moment hated anything related to men.

"Wre do you hate?"

"Your radius is 10 meters."

"So please get out of re."

After t dry questions and answers came and went, t man whispered low with a stiff
smile.

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

"Oh yeah. At least hire a gangster. I'll hold him down for 112."

"Not imaginative enough."

Wn Sang-woo remembered what was going to say, his back was already far away.
"You must be very close to him..."

Wisdom spoke clearly. had already finisd half of his pasta. "Not at all."

"Well, my brotr's name is Jae-young, not Young-jae." Sang-woo pusd a fork onto his
plate but had no appetite.
"You're a famous tater team, right? My friend watcs your performance and goes to
design and audition classes, so I know a bit. Wn I was 20, I was asked to be an actor
at JS Entertainment..."

"Stop".

"What?"

"Tell me more."

Ji-hye, who had spoken firmly under any circumstances, lost r words with a sullen
look this time. Sang-woo relieved his anxiety by popping paste into his mouth, which
thought was worse than a £3,000 school lunch.

What does that mean? I couldn't lp but worry. didn't want to get involved with that
bully again.

returns 0;

While I was studying during t week and working part-time on t weekend, a new
semester was just around t corner. In his free time, Sang-woo studied for t next
semester and read a book in advance. Except for t two liberal arts courses that
engineering students are required to take in t name of t humanities, tre seemed to be
nothing difficult because ty were majors.

Until now, I have taken more than 20 credits each semester, but this semester I have
not had time to produce games. After problems with t designer, t plan went wrong
because t right person was not found. However, t registration period has already
been long and I did not want to change t perfect scdule. Sang-woo's scdule was
designed to have a perfect balance between Monday, Tuesday, Friday and lunch
after school.

Month: (1)Middle Chinese (2)Engineering Matmatics2

Hwa: (1) Embedded Systems (2) Algorithm

Your: (1)(2)Popular culture and cultural tory

Thursday: Same as Monday

Friday: Same as Tuesday

A new semester has begun.

As usual, Sang-woo got up at 8:30, exercised briefly, finisd showering, and ate cereal
with milk. T next order was to brush and change. T top of t hanger hung t top of t coat
and t bottom of t hanger in t order t bottom was wasd. It was my turn to wear a black
T-shirt and black cotton pants.

wore a belt around his waist, combed his hair with his fingers, and pressed a black
cap. was wearing a black quilted coat and a scarf around his neck. Wn I left my
room with t backpack on my shoulder and got on my bike, as always, tre was a mark
of 9:16 on my electronic clock.

T time I passed through t front door was 9:24 as usual. It was a nice start. Traffic
conditions used to hurt t feeling of being delayed by a minute or two, but that rarely
happened.

I tied my bike to t storage room and aded to t Faculty of Humanities. T stairs unfolded
as I entered t building. It took me 0.9 seconds to walk up one of t stairs, with a total of
64 steps and a short corridor at t end of each of t 16. It took me 61 seconds to reach t
fourth floor with a Chinese language class.

Half an hour before class, I opened t door to room 403. Tre was a student in t room
who came forward and took t front seat. Sang-woo aded to t fourth row as if it was
guaranteed.

"...what's up?"

But today t bag was on t desk to t right. Sang-woo only blinked at t incredible sight.
had never missed his seat for six semesters. It was hard to even assume that ty
always sat on t desk. same seat and taking classes out of it

Fourth row, right Tre was no need to duck your ad and look up at t podium to see t
teacr's eyes at eye level, and tre was no lack of visual aids or documents in sight, but
tre was no absence of cards. T trmal conductivity was low because t wind from t ater
and air conditioner did not touch t skin directly and tre were no windows. In addition, t
wall on one side gave an overwlming sense of psychological stability in compared to
otr positions surrounded by students on all sides.

Who t ll is that?

Sang-woo was a little upset, but tre is no system in t classroom to reserve seats like
a library, so anyone can choose tir seats. you freely. Since was forced to sit on t left
side, Sang-woo continued to worry about t side seat. I opened a Chinese textbook,
but couldn't concentrate at all.

I'll kindly ask if I can change seats."

With that determination, I'm a little more relaxed psychologically. Although didn't
believe in t curse of calling t first step, Sang-woo didn't want to sit in t wrong seat
from t first period of t semester and feeling strange.

As t class approacd, t students came in one by one and sat down. "Oh, llo."

A young-looking boy greeted him, but Sang-woo pretended not to know. It was t first
time I saw him!

" Oh! See you re again?"

This time a female student greeted r and left, but Sang-woo didn't know who it was.

T students kept coming to t class, but t owner of t bag did not appear. A leatr bag
with a strap long that can be worn sideways. Sang-woo wanted to clean it up and
move to t side, but struggled to keep it in. T act of placing a bag in a certain place
was an implicit rule formed to mean taking a seat.

Three minutes before Ten o'clock, t professor came in and handed out t note paper.
said a few words of welcome and tn found a student.

"Has our TA arrived yet?"

It was a great passion to have a student who cared about t TA. liberal arts.
Volunteering as an assistant can be an opportunity to get closer to t teacr and usually
get extra points, but many students were reluctant to do little things. T students
looked around with curious eyes, and t student before had just entered through t
back door raised his hand.

"re you are, Professor!"

"Jae-young! Long time no see. Suddenly, what intermediate Chinese?"

"Because I still have credits left. Language rusts if you don't practice it."

"Yes, it's a good posture. Everyone, Jaeyoung is a student who will lp us for a
semester. Since you have lived in Hong Kong, ask me a lot of questions. I can give
my homework to that student."

Sang-woo, who was looking at t flyers, was shocked, but thought it was a person of t
same name. It's that common name.

Tn someone fell in tir seats upon aring t cross-shaped leatr bag on t right desk. Even
if I didn't want to see him, my ad turned by itself.

T red fur hat and red quilted jacket stuck out too much. T red sweater came off as I
took off my padded jacket. had a can of red cola in his hand. I'm glad I didn't wear
red pants. Sang-woo opened his mouth but was so stunned that nothing came out.

"I didn't know you ard this eitr."

Jang Jae-young took a sip of coke with a ceky face.

Who is t jerk?

Sang-woo couldn't keep his mouth shut even though class started.

RED

T first time I saw Dork was at a homecoming party for freshmen in t first semester of
third grade.

Due to MT's co-location, t CD and Computer department freshmen were sitting in t

same steakhouse, with a few tables between tm. Even though we are t same age, we
still have different specialties. Unlike t design and t dining table, which make
everyone's eyes dizzy because ty try to look unique, Cumgong and t side are
achromatic waters, so tre seemed to be rules that were taken wn splashing. Just
comparing t number of students who dyed tir hair, it was obvious how different tir
perspectives on individuality were.

(1)

Jae-young saw him while was getting drunk in freshman class.

"No".

Jae-young had a good eye, but it was impossible to remember t appearance of a

person who saw him four years ago. Furtrmore, it was not particularly conspicuous in
appearance. Until now, t only thing left was t impression that looked moderately
ordinary and quite enthusiastic. One thing that was unusual was that t neck was
exceptionally thin and t snow ld.

Can't drink? Is it because of religion?

"I don't mind drinking, but I don't want to drink now.

T science department and t rookies were clashing over t liquor bomb rolled up in a
bowl of makgeolli. At that time, t design department was crazy about t appearance of
a madman, in t next department. T delegates stopped what ty were doing and saw t
fire on t next table.

"Do you think it's funny? Are you rebelling?"

"I don't want to drink it right now, not because it's from you."

Jae -young remembers kicking his tongue because carefully said things that
wouldn't even work. Tre was a peel and peel culture in t computer engineering
department, which had 90 percent male students. 's a religious person or an allergy
sufferer at best In most cases, but for no reason, t science and engineering
department at t University of Science and Technology had no choice. It would have
been better if it had ended, but things got bigger wn a person with so Brepeso, who
was a little drunk, yelled at him to bring it. Normally t kids would have succumbed tn,
but Dork reacd for his cell phone.

"What do you do? Wre do you call? To t police station.

It's a real mess. On t one hand, ty reach out to take tir cell phones, t fool runs around
t meat restaurant to avoid tm, and t Comgong department shouts , "Battle". It was a
wonderful sight.

Jae-young, who was keeping an eye on t fire at t next table, intervened wn t situation
became dire. It was Jae-young's achievement to remove t cell phone, throw away t
battery, and install it with a frying pan to block t crowding and evacuate t sucker. In t
meantime, did you get a bruise on your cek? I can't remember exactly.

T MT was a mess, but t college kids drank and gambled on top of t mess. T nut,
which became a fresh snack for alcohol, it was crusd into powder and cwed like a
squid. T CGSA has declared that ty are going to kill that bastard, but....
Seeing that t idiot is still carrying his ad around, it wasn't as easy as it seems. In fact,
it would have been difficult to intim go to who did not participate in clubs, did not
participate in student council activities, and only took classes. T University of Science
and Technology tried every evil a sophomore could think of, but ty told me t sucker
didn't get hit at all. As if it's natural to eat alone, ignore even wn scolded, and
sometimes hit 112 on t mobile phone (for example, if sees signs of aggression or
blocks t way to class) wn t bullying is too much.

What was even more surprising was that t idiot was a very sincere and brilliant
student. Tre was even a rumor among children and computers that spoke
programming languages as his motr tongue. T incident wre took over t tower despite
all t obstacles would have been a dark story for t Cumbergong School of Science and
Technology.

Until tn, a fool was just a distant gossip to Jae-young. (2)

was sitting in t liberal arts class took t following semester.

At that time, Jae-young used to drink until late, making it impossible to get up in t
morning. was always late and sat in t back seat with no choice, and t fool always sat
in t front seat of his same seat. Despite his dreamy mind, still had a vivid impression
that his cleavage was oddly pretty and r skin was white for a man. Jae-young couldn't
concentrate because was looking at r neck.

However, tre was no communication between t two. Since Jae-young didn't attend t
class at all because was half lazy, Jae-young forgot for a while.

(3)

One day, Jae-young met a madman in front of t cafeteria. At t same time, looked at
Jae-young with slightly raised eyes and had an air of indifference towards world
affairs.

"Sir, please return t 850 won I lent you three days ago.

said it out of t blue. As t owner of t neck, Jae-young was surprised but gave him a
1,000 won bill. T idiot took t money, lowered his eyes and went through it like it was
counterfeit bills.

My eyelass were thick. Unable to see properly because of t hats, Jae-young felt like
wanted to take off t hat that seemed to be stuck on his ad.

"I have to give you some change, but I don't have a 50 won bill. "You don't have to
give it to me.

Despite Jae-young's dissuasion, hurried to t canteen to change coins. Tn came

back soon and put 150 won in Jae-young's palm. kind of triangular structure wn a
chump bumped into a big kid. Wn t boy greeted him, t chump was puzzled and
alternated between t student and Jae-young.

Wait, did I borrow money from you? Was it someone else?

T boy T big one said to t crazy guy. "It's me." And it's 850 won. Well, take 1,000 won.
T idiot took t money from t guy and handed it to Jae-young.

"I was mistaken for someone else. Give me 150 won again.

Jae-young felt like a fool and put t coins back. T idiot gave t boy t coin and suddenly
disappeared. It wasn't until Jae-young was tre for a long time that s was able to
understand t situation. T tall boy had no similarities with Jae-young, but ty only had
one thing in common. Brightly bleacd hair.

T absurd incident had faded into memory wn joined t army after t second semester
of his third year. Jae-young, who returned to school after being discharged from t
army, was very busy with classes, contract work, sports, and tater activities. So I
never thought of a madman.

In t second semester of fourth year and t last semester of his ctic scdule, Jae-young
couldn't turn down his son's earnest request to be t emcee at t school festival. led
several events and used intermission to walk around campus with a TV camera,
bugging his students.

(4)

Jae-young met him again in front of t engineering school.

A black cap, a dark green plaid shirt, straight dark jeans, and old sneakers.
Compared to his first year, was less white and skinny, but his indifferent eyes were
still t same. Jae-young rusd forward on impulse.

“How are you enjoying t festival, sir?”

was glad to see an old idiot, and was also confused at how confident was. But t idiot
replied without even looking at Jae-young's face.

“I'm not enjoying it.

Jae-young was irritated at t time, but doesn't know exactly why. didn't give up, but
followed t strutting idiot and made one more comment.

'T camera is filming you, Mr. Hakwoo. How are you enjoying t festival?'

'This culture has to go. Don't force me to enjoy t festival because I'm not interested
and I'm not having fun at all.'

While Jae-young stopped with an absurd feeling, Sang-woo walked away. On t

surface, laugd with his friend from t broadcasting department that tre were all kinds
of weird babies in t world, but Jae-young warmed up inside.

But to t point that such an insignificant event couldn't spoil his mood, was on a roll.
Upon graduation, Jae-young won t grand prize in t International Brand Competition
and went to an award ceremony in Singapore, wre passed a master's degree course
at a major US design school, based on various awards and a portfolio. In t second
half of t semester, took advantage of his status as a future graduate and went to play
in a tangja, preparing for a graduation play. It was a day without regrets. Until a ray of
blue light

Personality education for e Korean University Students (Required for Culture) -

Trial Suspension - No Graduation

I really didn't know t two credit liberal arts course would hold my ankle. It was a
pointless subject wre over 100 students were thrown into t classroom and given a
moral lecture but everyone was forced to take it at t last minute but no one cared
because t pass was guaranteed wn ty attended t class.

Jae-young never showed up. didn't like those subjects because of his personality,
couldn't afford to pay attention to tm because of t competition and activities of t
drama department, and above all, believed in his promise that a young man knew
would be responsible for attending t classes. representation meetings and group
projects. Later, however, t young man was in a similar situation.

Very sorry. I have nothing to say to you. Actually, I'm screwed too. I got an F
because I got 0 points for my assignment even though I attended. No blood, no tears,
no tears. I'm so sad that my aunt passed away...

Jae-young hurriedly bought a set of green tea from Jeju Island and visited t teacr to
repent for his misconduct and to preach how was accepted into a good graduate
school and how would shake t status of Korea University and t Republic of Korea in t
world, but was unable to correct his grades. T professor answered in a tired tone.

'It's a shame, but it's difficult. Actually, t ad of t administration of t School of Arts has
come and gone, but tre is nothing can do about it. Why didn't you tell me first if you
can't attend t class because you're graduating? Proxy attendance issues are in t
paper tse days, so it's hard to let it slide. If no one knows... T student was stubborn.

To put it anotr way, it sounded like all we had to do was persuade t leader. Jae-
young was so angry that got his dongsaeng leader's phone number and contacted
him, but t bastard ignored r message and didn't answer t phone. seemed to have
blocked Jae-young's number.

I had to go tre myself because I was on vacation, but it was not easy to find t
address. said that did not know his address even in t Com Gong office because
was a returning student and did not have any important activities. Tre was no name
of Chu Sang-woo on t appreciation list for movies, a cappella, judo, or any club.
Since things were so slow, t grade correction period ended.

Jae-young was devastated, but couldn't graduate because of his laziness. T

situation was so funny, and I got used to it because ty made fun of me a lot at t
drinking party, and after having fun with my friends and t team leader, I was able to
shake it off easily.
Thus, Jae-young was relaxed. Although graduation was delayed, it was not too late
among t male students who were in t military. Also, my portfolio was so strong that I
was confident that I could easily get a job or study abroad even if I played for half a
year.

"llo, I'm glad to see you. Tre is a rumor that you can't graduate. So why don't you play
t mobile game project?

"What Game? Is it a student project?"

"Yes. It is known that is a genius at Com Gong, so it's really good. It'll be fun. If you
don't have anything to do, why don't you try it for me?'

“Well, you're just having a good time."

'...fine."

Han was t same age as Jae-young, but s took a long break from school and
graduated this year. S had planned to go to graduate school at Hankuk University,
but was in a hurry to clean up. after joining a big foreign company.

Look at me please. I can't care less about that. It's because t promoter is a bit
sensitive. Even if you don't, please go to t meeting and explain that I can't.

What

? No mouth?

"I'll buy you a drink wn you finish next month.

It was Jae-young who was playing in t club room because had nothing else to do.
accepted t project request as if hadn't won.

(5)

Unbelievably crazy was sitting in t conference room. A rookie who spoke to his
superior without blinking an eye, a boy whose neck was as white as snow, and a fool
who couldn't recognize his face even after several encounters. Apparently, didn't
recognize Jae-young again this time.

T totally unexpected encounter continued quite interestingly. T idiot initially looked at

Jae-young with a suspicious look, but his reaction changed wn saw his bag. Since
Jae-young has ard rumors about his coding skills, expectations have grown. I was
upset that I couldn't graduate, but something interesting happened.

"Tn give me your number."

It's an honor to get t idiot's number. But things went wrong again. Wn Jae-young was
confronted with t fact that was a "fool = bait (Choo Sang-woo)," t pup disappeared
from t conference room with a note. I was deeply saddened that I could not graduate
for only two credits.

My stomach was boiling. I called him, I admonisd him, I tried to relieve his stress, but
cwed t message again. Jae-young was very, very angry. However, t grade correction
period is long over. No one can graduate from school just because ty are stupid, nor
do ty know tir home address. I had no choice but to pretend it never happened.

(6)

One weekend off, Jae-young went to play with his friends and saw a fool.

T Albarani computer room is not for you. Tre were some ways to intimidate him in t
place, but was no match for t bullies in t normal way anyway. Jae-young decided to
be cautious because knew t precedent of otrs failing.

But playing t game with him in front of me was so annoying that I couldn't
concentrate. Jae-young ordered ramen on impulse. didn't want to pick it up and push
it into a boil again. I just wanted to see his "sorry" expression and if not, I was
stumped.

But t asshole was ceky. Jae-young sympathized with t feelings of t otrs who were
trying to bully him, and in t end, cursed and got angry.

"Don't contact me and live like this in t future".

I've never seen such an unsocialized baby. Jae-young wanted to hit him, but wn I hit
him, it was obvious that would enter 112 on his phone without showing any signs of
pain.Jae-young endured t same day.

I have watcd t fool for years, and no matter what otrs say, I had a vague fondness for
him. Originally, Jae-yeong was attracted to types of resy that did not fall into t normal
category But wn I was really involved with myself, I disliked him more than I was
interested and wanted to a certain extent, wanted to stop seeing him.

(7)

Tn one day, a fool, who asked not to see him again, suddenly appeared in t store wre
Jae-young worked with a pretty girl. T fact that Jae-young worked re was quite
famous in t area as lped him open t store at t request of his close Noona.

Jae-young's blood pressure rose from t moment t madman walked in. my art was
pounding za wn I approacd him in person for a fight had walked without fear.

But Sang-woo only ordered pasta and didn't recognize Jae-young. I wasn't acting.
Although we had eye contact, we looked through him like we had never seen each
otr before. Tre was a surge of emotion in his art, as fierce as t multiplication of all t
anger had felt.

Why?

I wondered why it was so difficult while t food was being served, and tre was only one
answer: extreme indifference.

Things like t rookie welcome party, t 850 won case, and t interview are too old for me
to forget. However, wn someone didn't graduate because tir behavior became a
trigger, shouldn't a child of a human being pretend to be ashamed of tir feelings?
Even more so if t opponent showed a favorable gesture first. His ad seemed to be full
of thoughts that should get out quickly because it wasn't his fault.

"Oh, Kim Young-jae... Sout

Also, it was obvious that I thought something was barking loudly without recognizing
Jae-young as a person. That's why ty don't recognize us at all because our clots and
accessories have changed a bit. Jae-young 's never seen anyone make his feelings
so neglected.

Jae-young's anger was directed to a strange place. If t Komgong and t University of

Science and Technology, who were shouting "Batta, I wanted to trample on t Fool",
Jae-young wanted to make him pay attention. As much as cares. Jae-young hoped
that t three characters of Jang Jae-young's name would be imprinted in r ad, that
would be as neat as t machine, to be crusd by violent emotions, wtr or not had one.
indifferent look in his eyes.

Is tre something you don't like?'

"You sir."

So it was too easy. As soon as t work was done that day, I went to work on t plan. T
notes that Sang-woo left in t lecture room, that had arranged t assignments for t next
semester. Jae-young redesigned t scdule referring to t table. After that, I sold my
footwork.

"Do you know a student named Choo Sang-woo? 's a boy who always wears black
hats."

Security guards at t front and back doors, restaurant food, nutritionists, bar owners,
part-time clerks, librarians, office workers.building futsal, and students who took
those classes last semester. Tn a funny result came out.

"T student, bikes to school at t same time every day, so I know.,"

" always buys and drinks t same coffee at t same time. didn't even put
anything else in his mouth."

"T boy came every day at 4:02 am last semester. I didn't need a watch."

"You mean t guy who goes alone every day? Exactly 41 minutes pass. And
makes sure to throw t coffee can from that corner in t second trash can. I
guess ty don't like t otr trash cans. (Construction worker)"

" always sat in t same seat. Probably t whole semester." (Student)

T cwed one was a more serious madman than I thought.

Otrs have already shown that ty cannot even scratch it in t usual way. That's why we
need to find a crazy way to do it in reverse. Jae-young took steps to destroy Sang-
woo's perfect daily life. One day before class started, I looked forward to t day I went
to school more than anyone.

Chapter 10

Sang-woo couldn't concentrate on his Chinese class. T intruder sitting next to him
constantly twirled his pen with his fingers, kicked his legs nonstop, and elbowed
Sang-woo once every time could forget. That's why t 50-minute class seemed like
five hours.

By t time class ended, s felt lucky. Sang-woo got up without even looking at Jae-
young, who was engrossed in painting t edge of his desk with a pen. aded to t next
class faster than anyone.

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

Does that mean you won't be able to attend t same class and not listen to it? An
ominous feeling blossomed in r mind, but s tried hard to deny it. I didn't think so. It
would have been a coincidence that t subjects overlapped.

After running, anotr bag was placed in t classroom, wre Sang-woo always sat. This
time it was a navy backpack. It was bad luck that tre was someone in this class who
knew t perfection of that position.

Sang-woo calmed his mind with a deep breath and sat down next to r and opened t
book, but was so angry that couldn't see t letters. T page with t fist soaked with
sweat. has to see t devil every Monday morning, and that's why can't concentrate in
class!

T owner of t backpack arrived while swearing inside. Sang-woo didn't care who it
was, but this time his ad turned on its own again.

Red padding, red t-shirt, red hat, Coca Cola!

His enemy sat on t chair with a cross bag and a backpack. Sang-woo just stared at
him for 30 seconds. Jang Jae-young took a sip of Coca-Cola and laugd. Sang-woo
left his seat because thought it was wrong, but couldn't skip class. moved to a seat
furtr away from Jae-young.

Class soon started. While calling attendance, t teacr put on his glasses on Jae-
young's turn.

"Jang Jae-young, Visual Design Department. Will this class be okay?" "I love math,
professor."
"Still, engineering math?"

T teacr was interested but Sang-woo was upset. clutcd his ad and freaked out and
missed class for four minutes. After that, it was hard to concentrate. Since it wasn't t
seat always sat on, t teacr's angle of vision was different, and felt that couldn't ar
his voice well. It was t worst because t atmospre was more chaotic than usual.

At t end of class, Sang-woo ran out of t classroom like a bullet. I had never felt such
intense anger. In most situations, kept his composure and felt like was being
stabbed in t Achilles tendon.

Sang-woo ran as fast as could and lined up in front of t restaurant. ld r hand on r

knee and caught r breath, and at t end of r vision, saw t end of a red jacket that
didn't want to see. Jang Jae-young was talking to t students in line.

behind him as if Sang-woo wasn't paying attention but Sang-woo was afraid of him. It
was good that didn't speak to him, but the fact that was re now seemed to give him
a rash.

The time tail fell off felt longer that day. It was two minutes earlier than usual when
sat down at the Korean food section. However, Sang-woo was trembling with anxiety.

"Oh, tre's a stain tre!"

"Finish?

The dirty premonition didn't go away. Jae-young, who was walking with a plate,
walked past many empty tables and sat next to Sang-woo, who was eating in the
corner.

i) Going to another seat: continues, and the same situation occurs. wastes time.

ii) Stand still: nothing happens.

Sang-woo ignored him and ate his food after a simple pretense.

“Brother, brother, brother! Why are you studying?"

"I know. It's been a long time since you saw it."
"I heard you didn't graduate after you punch your teacher, is that true?"

"Don't tell me, who said that?"

And saw an amazing sight. Although chose a quiet seat on purpose, the table was
filled one by one just because Jae-young sat next to him Sang-woo ate without
knowing if the food entered his mouth or nose because of t excessive noise with t
person filling his surroundings.

After finishing the meal, ccked the time and it was 12:22, six minutes earlier than
usual. Sang-woo quickly got up with an empty plate, processed it rest quickly, and
drank five glasses of water from the sink. He wasn't feeling well, thought had an
upset stomach because ate in a hurry.

Sang-woo walked out the back door and stopped at the canteen. drank Blackholic
brand canned coffee after every meal. The product was preferred because it was t
cheaper and most appropriate quantity.Three beverage coolers appeared more past t
snack section, the ramen section, and the ice cream section. Sang-woo stood in front
of the third refrigerator and looked at the fifth booth.

What is it? Where is it?

No matter how hard rolled his eyes, the place where the usual coffee was displayed
was empty. Sang-woo was not one to get used to unexpected situations. After
standing in front of the refrigerator for a while after his first college experience,
approach a middle-aged woman who ran the cafeteria.

"You don't bring blackholics anymore?"

"Oh, student! That's it..."

She averted her eyes from Sang-woo as if she was embarrassed.

"A student bought it all yesterday afternoon."

Sang-woo felt the sky collapse. There was no need to ask which student did it. The
cause is obvious, so the important thing was to follow up.

"So when are you going in?"

"It's not selling well, so I think it will take two weeks."

He was forced to pick up a can similar in design to "Blackholic", calculate it, and
stride out of the room.

Has there ever been a mess like this in your life? Has there ever been a day wn
things didn't go as planned? I assure you that there was not a single day.
Sang-woo walked in a dazed manner. There was a walkway where dined and made
sure to drink coffee. An 11-minute walk on the trail in the mountains behind the
school always gave me a boost in my daily life.

Sang-woo walked slowly and remembered the unpleasant things that happened
today. There were more than one or two strange things. How did Jang know Sang-
woo's scdule, and how did find out wre was sitting and what kind of coffee was
drinking? Like a stalker.

"You can't go this way."

"Why?"

"It's being used by the drama department."

The entrance to Sang-woo's usual ride was blocked. It was not an absurd situation,
but doubts that it happened today. Because it had never been like this before.

Sang-woo was forced to walk in the other direction. He took a sip of theccoffee in his
hand, but it was so sweet that his face naturally frowned. Passing by the soccer field,
a worker who was resting in front of t construction talked to Sang-woo.

"Student, why are you getting out of there today?"

What are you talking about? It was the day so many strange things happened. Sang-
woo poured canned coffee into the sewers and walked in front of the Natural
University.

“…….”

It may not be a coincidence that the second trash can, which is always used, is full.
Sang-woo has been throwing cans into the trash can just because wasn't afraid of
being full. The third time felt bad about throwing a can in the trash. Also, the can fell
from the driveway and had to pick it up and throw it away again. Sang-woo shook his
and towards the library.

"You can't bother me here.'

The library was a reservation system, so Sang-woo, who always reserved a seat at
midnight, never missed it. Sang-woo came in like a storm, sat in front of
thebcomputer, ordered the books and borrowed the new books from the shelf. And
sat down in the right seat of the fourth desk that had reserved in the reading room.
The seat was next to the tology section, where the students didn't come often, so that
it wasn't crowded and there were no obstructions because there were no windows.
Sang-woo had never sat in another seat.

His heart sank for a moment when saw his bag sitting next to him, but luckily it was a
white eco bag, not a backpack or a leather crossbody bag what saw today.
Sang-woo opened his main book and began to study. went to the bathroom once in
the middle. When returned to his seat, there was canned coffee on his desk.

i) What bought? No.

ii) Did you see t owner or t merchandise? No.

iii) Is it useful for me? And (Reason: 'Blackholic')

It got to the can through a three-step algorithm. Just as was about to open the lid
and drink it, saw a post-it on the coffee. The phrase "developing young" was a waste
of weird writing.

Jang Jae-young's property

Sang-woo frowned as if had seen a repulsive bug. Then a hand came up from
behind his shoulder and took the can. Sang-woo's gaze lifted and met his eyes
beyond the large lens.

"See you again"

“…….”

Jae-young hung a backpack, a leather crossbody bag, and a white eco bag on the
desk on the chair. The report was also hard to believe. There was a puppy carrying
three bags for fun. took off his red fur hat, put it on his desk and left.

Sang-woo broke the lead of the mechanical pencil twice because put too much force
into his hand. Cockroaches worry more when they are invisible than when they are
right in front of your eyes. Jang Jae-young did it to Sang-woo. He couldn't study
because he was worried about what was doing with that creepy red hat on his desk
even though wasn't sitting next to him right away.

Jae-young soon returned with some books. The history of sex, the essence of
orgasm, the beauty of the nude. Having borrowed three such books, tilted his chair
back, turned around the bookshelf, and took a closer look at the painting.

“Pattic son of yours…

tried hard not to see it, but heard the sound of the book being delivered. Also, kept
hitting his leg and the desk shook. If there was one more student, would have joined
forces to notice, but Sang- woo was thr only one at the desk It was too obvious that
he was shaking the table, sitting near the desk for eight people

expression of anger = defeat

Ignore = victory
Sang-woo had a fight with the classmates in high school, so he knew how to
respond. No matter how big the reason, it's like the Barbary Man, who takes off his
pants hoping to surprise his opponent. Jang expects Sang-woo to lose his
composure and fall apart, angry and cursing

. Even though knew it in his ad, his patience ran out. Sang-woo tried to hold it
somehow, but t moment his mechanical pencil broke due to t shaking of his desk, his
legs moved on tir own and got up. Wn s organized r writing kit and covered t book
and put it in r backpack, Jae-young stood up and stretcd. followed it as if it was
obvious. wasn't even surprised now.

Sang-woo decided to ignore it. However, while walking down t stairs, s almost
bumped into him in front of t building, and s couldn't take it, so s met Jang Jae-young
face to face.

It was like a duel in t desert. Just by looking at his face, Sang-woo, who distorted his
face, would look like a villain and Jae-young, who is relaxed, would look like a ro, but
t situation was t opposite. Wn Sang-woo faced t villain who was

harassing him, a current of wind passed in front of tm like t direction of t game. Sang-
woo wanted to pull out his gun and stab him like t main character in t role-playing
game.

"Are you crazy?"

A weak attack did no damage to t enemy. Jae-young seemed happy to ar that.

"Sir, are you a stalker?"

"Stalker, your dongsaeng's behavior is obvious."

Jae-young covered r mouth and yawned and put r hand in r pocket.

"Everyone knows you do t same thing every day at t same time, in t same place.

Did you think I wouldn't show up in black? You stand out more than you think." "How
did you know t scdule?"

took a familiar note from one of t three bags and tossed it to Sang-woo. left a note in
t conference room and tre was Sang-woo's scdule. As Jae-young took a few steps
closer, t difference in ight, which was not noticeable in t distance, became apparent.
Sang-woo looked at him with wide eyes not to lose.

"This doesn't mean you can graduate. Why waste your time?" "What's t point of
botring you? You should have hit me."

"What's t benefit of botring me?" "It's just... it's just a matter of humor."

Jang Jae-young who smiled was like a villain. Sang-woo felt goose bumps on his
arm. Was t premise that was a human being with minimal rationality wrong? Jae-
young only said things that I couldn't understand. Doesn't usually hurt otrs for t
purpose wants? What should a sadist who only enjoys intimidation do?

"What can I do to stop you?"

"Well. I haven't thought about it yet. Try to be obedient even now. Or

repent of what you've been doing." "You should have done something wrong to
regret it."

"Or wait for me to change my mind. I tend to be fickle." "I thought you were just trash,
but you're one ll of a psycho." "I ar a lot about that."

Tre seemed to be an invisible spark between t two. Even if didn't get upset, a sneer
came to his mouth.

"You must think I'm a jerk and you're wrong. I'm not afraid of anything, and I've tried
to get rid of all t idiots, t garbage, t 'peer' seeds of interest in my life. It's nothing to
me."

By t way, Jae-young smiled giddily while bluffing.

"It burns me even more to ar that." "Let's try it, Psycho."

"Yes. I have nothing to do anyway, thanks to my young idiot."

Sang-woo turned around and walked over to t bicycle had tied up in front of t library.
Jae-young unlocked it and jumped on t bike so wouldn't look at r.

“You didn't let t wind go.

If it toucd t bike, you have an excuse to report it to t police right away. put his bicycle
in front of t study and went up to t fourth floor. Wn unlocked t door and returned to t
room, his mind and body relaxed. Sang-woo lay down on t bed without changing his
clots and rested. for a while.

What a surprise.

suffered all day. couldn't concentrate in class, and t lunch ate still had, it ruined his
walk, and couldn't study in t library. Unlike what told Jae-young, Sang-woo had no
confidence. Unlike t villains who have passed him by, this man named Jang Jae-
young. Careful, delicate, and infatuated, was unlikely to give tm a chance to defend
tmselves, committing illegal acts.

"Only tre is a solution".

T only way to stand firm me and let him fall on his own grass. No matter how hard
Jang Jae-young tries, can't handle it like "engineering math 2", and won't take
classes that don't lp him until t end. It will be two weeks at t most. For two weeks, you
are free to cancel classes, but after that, it is impossible.
Two weeks. It can be painful, but it's not a very long term in a semester. If you
endure with your eyes closed, a good day will come.

It's still annoying.

Did you drop it yesterday?

Sang-woo came up with a shocking possibility. didn't seem diligent at all. It made
more sense to say that s left r bag t day before instead of leaving it early in t morning.

Anyway, today was also a loss. Sang-woo was forced to sit as far away from t spot
as possible. T classroom, which had not yet turned on t ater, was as cold as outside.
Sitting endlessly without t padding and scarf, I felt sleepy. didn't get enough sleep,
so deserved it. opened t book to prepare for t study, but t letters remained blurry.

"If you fall asleep in class, you'll be in trouble.

prefers to get some sleep before class starts. covered t book and wrote it like a
pillow for t first time. Wn closed my eyes with his ceks on his main book, his
conscience quickly became blurred.

"...30 points consist of an assignment, and t remaining 20 points consist of a final

assessment. My office and email address are on t Silabus,

right? If you want to do an interview, you can visit your assistant or email me directly.
Now, let's see t problem."

Wn Sang-woo woke up again, ard a monotonous voice. And red filled t entire view.
Apparently, sat far away from wre had taken charge, and Jang Jae-young was right
next to him. his side with a quizzical look on his face.

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

Looking around, was looking at each of t questionnaires printed by students, but tre
was nothing on his desk. Flapping. Beside him, Jae-young fluttered t A4 paper
between his fingers.

"That day... that damn...

Sang-woo hurriedly glanced at t otr students, but no one had extra brochures.
However, wn asked him to stop talking and ask for a new question paper, was
embarrassed because had been quiet until now. Sang-woo gritted his teeth and
walked over to Jae-young, said quietly.

"Give it to me, my blade."

"Did you leave it to me? This is mine." "You're not going to study anyway."
Jae-young's eyes narrowed. A thin set of paper fluttered at r fingertips. Sang-woo
reacd out and tried to grab it, but couldn't even touch it because Jae-young swept t
blade away.

Jae-young folded t paper in half. Tn folded it in half again. Sang-woo watcd what
was doing with a flustered art.

"If you want something, you should ask politely."

Jae-young, dressed in red and whispering low in a prickly manner, looked like a
demon. T necessary lp for Sang-woo was now stuck between his index finger and his
stopper, in t shape of an airplane.

"Give it to me".

"More desperate." "It's me."

"Outside."

As soon as t teacr turned his back on t students to judge tm, t paper plane made a
smooth parabola and escaped through t slightly open rear door.

Sang-woo stood up from his seat, suppressing his rising anger. It was a dumb idea to
get something from Jang Jae-young, too. S squeezed between t cramped desks and
moved forward to get a piece of printed material stacked on t table. At that time, t
teacr looked back and seemed to be cold.

"What is t student doing?"

"I'm sorry I didn't get t material, but I didn't tell you because I was afraid it would
interfere with your lecture."

"It's not because I fell asleep from t first hour."

T teacr kicked him in t tongue and looked pattic.

"Go to t bathroom." "What?"

"Hwa-jang-sil."

Not knowing what it was, Sang-woo took t questionnaires and walked out t front door.
Although was not a student liked by t professors for his actions like raising his hand
and making presentations or going to t lab separately, naturally gained t trust of t
professors at t end of t semester due to his high completion of assignments and test
results. t exams. It was t first time a
teacr had been reprimanded since t first day. Furtrmore, Choi was an important ad
teacr who mainly teacs fourth grade subjects.
Entering t bathroom, Sang-woo nearly cried out. His reflection in t mirror was strange.
Dark black mustacs were painted all over t nose. quickly turned on t faucet and wasd
his face with water, but nothing changed.

I have to get back to work quickly.

Sang-woo rubbed his palm with soap, foaming up and rubbing t filter quickly. T black
graffiti was erased little by little, but it was very slow. Sang-woo couldn't believe that
was wasting his lecture time on such pointless things.

"I've been meticulously painted because you're an art student, you bastard.

That's how wasted 19 minutes. Wn tried to go back to t classroom, only had five
minutes left, so figured 'd only get t teacr to watch him if didn't do anything.

" What did I do so wrong?

Sang-woo suddenly felt unfair. only told t teacher the truth because he did his
homework by himself. The fact that Jang Jae-young did not graduate may be unfair
to him, but it was for his own benefit. For that reason, it was very hard for him, who
had done nothing wrong, to wait outside the class with his back to the wall.

"Bug Bastard!"

Sang-woo spat out the worst curses could think of. The error also depended on the
error. If the error is caused by typos, it can be easily fixed, but logical errors can
appear even if you think they are perfectly coded, and even if you search through all
the code, it is not easy to catch them. Jang Jae-young suddenly showing up and
breaking Sang-woo's daily routine was nothing short of a semantic mistake.

The students were expelled after class. Sang-woo returned to his seat and packed
his backpack. A red quilted jacket was visible at the end of the field of vision, but
ignored it and left the class. Jang's goal is to annoy Sang-woo. He didn't want to
cheeer him up by showing him his face.

After losing once, Faith collapsed as if he had pulled a piece of Jenga out of place.
Sang-woo sat absentmindedly in "Algorithm" class, blindfolded by a pillar in the left
seat of the second row, unable to see the teacher's face. thought that it would be
better not to attend thet classes than to sit in that position, but had no choice but to
stay away from Jae-young, who entered the computer engineering classes and the
main classes and took the best position.
After that it flowed like the day before. Sang-woo was served Korean food and settled
in the most remote part of the restaurant, and Jae-young sat next to him for a large
number of seats and ate without saying a word.

Feeling like was being put on top of him, cleaned his plate and went to the store, but
of course there was no coffee that Sang-woo wanted. The ride was canceled by the
theater boys.
He was exhausted after sitting on the library bench. It was only the second day since
the harassment began. That's why we have to endure the attack of that psycho for
two weeks.

"Study hard again today, junior."

Jang Jae-young showed up with a borrowed book. Today was a fantasy novel. Sat
down in a bad posture and quietly opened the book, but Sang-woo stared into his
eyes. His face was now full of anger.

Can't you read it somewhere else?

The crime:

- The crime of wandering around in red clots (not illegal).

- Crime on the spot (not illegal)

- Crime sitting next to you (not illegal)

- Shaky leg crack (shameless)

- Sin of the pen (shameless)

- For selling coffee (not illegal).

- For the crime of filling the garbage can (it is not illegal)

- The crime of not giving alms (it is not illegal)

- The sin of scribbling on the face. (Crime)

- The very existence (is not illegal)

- …….

The more pointed out his flaws, the more he felt bad. The weak rascal did not bring
up reprensible abusive language and did not use violence. As if it had entered Sang-
woo's ad and exited, suffered from only selecting things that other people didn't like.

"Kitty like Berg."

Sang-woo looked at Jae-young who was laughing while reading a book. With his
back flat against the chair, he swayed noisily with one leg over the other knee. Sang-
woo felt a strong desire to hit the back of his hand with a red hat.
He couldn't do anything for a while because was worried about Jang Jae-young, but
things got better after a while. This is because his enemy, who was reading a book,
yawned and started sleeping on his stomach. Fortunately, he fell asleep without
snoring, grinding his teeth, or talking in his sleep.

When he fell asleep, some of his friends, who thought they were his friends, laugh
and whispered, but it wasn't too disturbing. Thanks to him, Sang-woo was able to
accomplish part of the purpose of coming to the library.

Two hours later, Sang-woo was careful not to wake Jae-young and put the book and
pencil case in his bag. But as soon as pulled out his chair, jumped. The elbow hit
the ground with a few individually packaged strangers' snacks and drinks.

Sang-woo left the library pretending not to know him. He went down as fast as could,
but soon caught up with him. Then it became a competition, and they frantically ran
down the stairs to the first floor.

"Sangwoo, are you upset?"

"Don't talk to me because I don't want to hear your voice."

"You asked for it."

Sang-woo left the building and walked over to where his bike was tied up.

"I didn't do anything wrong. You're forcing yourself to do something even elementary
schoolers wouldn't do, I...."

"You didn't do anything wrong and I'm the only one freaking out? Are you talking
about that again?"

The sound was too loud to pass, so Sang-woo stopped.

"What's my fault? If you're talking about the PPT without the name...."

"Pick it up."

Jaeyoung cut his horse. He turned around and stood much closer than he thought. I
expected was gnawing on it, but looked unexpectedly serious. Against the dark sky,
Sang-woo made eye contact with Jae-young wearing a red beanie hat.

"It's hard to believe, but I wanted to get along with you."

Sang-woo closed his mouth. It wasn't t first time had seen Jae-young's face so
closely. But has never looked at him closely. I didn't know until then that the eyes
behind the glasses were a little droopy, that his nose was straight, well dressed or
dressed like a thug, and that neither the eyes nor the hair were completely black.
"Man is an animal of emotion. If you hadn't ignored me like that, I would have laugh
at the PPT."

"So, will you quit if I apologize?"

Jae-young looked puzzled and laugh out loud.

"Are you a fool? You said you were a code genius. Oh, you're a machine, so you
don't know human psychology?"

"What does that mean?"

"If it had been such a simple matter, you would have gone this far, huh?"

His vague words felt more desperate than any problem had solved so far. It was as if
was looking down into the endless darkness. To Sang-woo, it was just a distant
cloud.

“Don't rationalize it. Because you're just a human on horseback, a bully, a sadist."

Instead of getting angry at the words, Jae-young looked funny.

“I'm glad to hear your compliments.”

“Are you crazy? "

"Yes. You should be careful too."

"You're an asshole."

Sang-woo muttered inside and unlocked his bike. He got on his bike and ran without
looking back.

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On Wednesday, a series of lectures on "popular culture and cultural story" were ld. It
was a highly reviewed class that was difficult, but it was the only humanities and
culture conference that could be taken at this time of year. The lecture plan was full
of terms that couldn't be understood because it was the Frankfurt School of
Orientalism, and even if I studied the book, I couldn't read t text easily. It already
seemed like a difficult lecture for a science and engineering student, but considering
the intervention of the switch, it was certain that would not understand it at all.

Sang-woo squeezed his eyes shut as entered t classroom 19 minutes before class
started. Of course it was there, but I didn't want to see the ugly crossback. But when
opened my eyes, his vision was clear. The most perfect position in t classroom was
as clean as if no one had ever sat down.
"What the hell is going on?"

His heart was pounding at how surprised was. Sang-woo quickly walked over and
sat down on the chair that was not envious of the throne. For now, there was a sense
of satisfaction, but also a great sense of anxiety because it was impossible to predict
what Jang Jae-young would do.

Sang-woo opened the textbook and prepared what would learn today. He felt like
was studying after a long time because sat down on a fair seat and couldn't see the
color red next to him. While reading a book, a white eco bag came up to him. Sang-
woo sigh heavily.

"Why do you sigh since morning?"

Then he raised his head in a voice he didn't expect. It wasn't Jae-young. Once that
fact pleased Sang-woo... But the girl in the dark green sweater looked familiar to me.

"Ji-hye, Ji-hye. The one who helped me move the box. We ate together, right?"

She spoke happily and sat down as if had read Sang-woo's expression. Only then
did Sang-woo remember Ji-hye. Last time he didn't recognize her because her hair
wasn't tied up like it is now. Ji-hye turned to Sang-woo and spoke to him.

"You're listening to this, right?" Are you interested in philosophy? I am interested in

the stories of Lakang, Pukora and French thinkers."

"I don't care. I listen because I have to listen."

"Oh, really? Well, I also have to take a computer course. That's great. I'll ask my
brother later which is easier. I have heard the biggest difference between information
processing and computational introductions."

Fortunately, the class started at the right time and interrupted it.

A teacher who is not late, every preparation, and a perfect position. Sang-woo
assessed that although there was a person next to him who looked like would talk all
day if left alone, this was great.

It suddenly occurred to him that he had never seen Jang Jae-young today. He is
sure he hasn't given up. He still beaten and there must be something going on, but
felt a little relieved anyway.

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"...so they see the world as a powerless bifurcated elite. It's the view that elites run
society.”

“That's true. So, the opposition that glorifies the public had no meaning and was
scrapped earlier?"
"You said that it's not a matter of truth or falsehood. We have to start with the attitude
of being right and wrong about sociological tory."

Sang-woo walked down the corridor of the Faculty of Humanities, discussing the
content of today's class with wisdom. Not surprisingly, Sang-woo inspired by the fact
that he didn't see a reddish color, to the point where it wasn't surprising that Ji-hye
was smarter than she seemed.

“This is normal."

As much as he had suffered for two days, he was delighted by the brief experience of
normalcy. Ji-hye sat next to him during both periods, but unlike anyone else, wasn't
fazed at all. Also, after class, Sang-woo explained what didn't understand.

"Oppa, where is your next class?"

"I do not have classes anymore."

"I envy you... I have two more. What should we have for lunch?"

Ji-hye said as if it was natural to have lunch together since she took the class with
him. Sang-woo questioned the consistency of the premise, but didn't bother to
contradict her because he was on his way to the restaurant.

As Sang-woo walked around the campus, he felt anxious because didn't know
where his enemy would appear. As he looked around, Jihye asked what was wrong.
Trying to answer, Sang-woo saw a swarm of people leaving the liberal arts college.
The only advantage of the red fill is that it stands out from afar.

"Hey, let's go fast."

"Why?"

"Fast."

Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant while running and quickly lined up at the Korean
food corner. The fact that Jang Jae-young was mixed in with so many people means
that he just gave a great lecture. Come to think of it, he is in a position to take up
"Human Education for Korean University Students." It was clear that his classes
overlapped and couldn't bully Sang-woo in the cultural story class.

"At least Wednesday will be a respite."

Sang-woo picked up the plate with satisfaction. After the meal, he had to choose a
seat, but had a good idea. He added to a very crowded area, as usual. When
looked around the restaurant, he saw only two empty tables. Sang-woo sat with Ji-
hye at the empty seats, filling the table with full seats, blocking the space for Jae-
young to intervene.

"You look happy, oppa."

"Eh"...

And Sang-woo began to eat without saying a word. As he ate, his eyes wandered
over to the dispensers. The red quilted jacket was lined up for the pork chop. He
also stared at his head as hard as Sang-woo.

Soon, Jae-young was push into the restaurant by thet crowd. His gaze fell from one
place to another and reach Sang-woo. Sang-woo had a triumphant look on his face
and Jae-young went to another section with a strange look mixed with laughter. It
wasn't much, but Sang-woo felt a lot of joy.

"Are you going home after you eat?"

"No, I'm going to t library."

"Then let's go to the canteen before that. I'll buy you a drink."

"No."

"Why?"

Sang-woo stopped the chopsticks that were moving with force. It was such a
complicated story. How do you explain just why you can't drink anything in the
canteen?

"It may sound strange, but I'm being bullied."

"What?"

Ji-hye looked so surprised that Sang-woo closed his mouth. When Sang-woo was
silent, she pressed him to tell her.

"Are you serious, oppa? Like what? If it's real, it's serious."

He thought he shouldn't have brought it up. As he agonized over how to explain this,
Ji-hye seemed to have terrible thoughts in her imagination.

"I don't know who is doing that, but there is a counseling center, a police station, and
there are many people in the world who can help."

Sang-woo was more puzzled and went back to Ji-hye's first question

"He bought all my coffee. So there isn't any drinks left in the store that I can buy."
"What? Was it exhausted? Before his life?"

Ji-hye looked puzzled and laugh.

"What, order a box online. What's wrong with one day delivery?"

“…….”

He felt a blow to his head. The shop for blackholics wasn't the only cafeteria in the
school, but it was trapped in a space frame. Sang-woo think it wasn't a bad thought,
but once this accident happened, he was trapped in a box, couldn't get out of it
easily.

In the past, when the school's intelligence tests showed very low numbers, the
teacher explained that Sang-woo was a genius at logical arithmetic, but applied
reasoning and human-friendly intelligence lowered the average. Sang-woo looked at
Ji Hye with a different look.

"You are very smart".

Ji Hye hahaha laugh.

"How else do you bother? Tell me everything."

"...I know it sounds weird again, but I have to sit in a certain seat in class to
concentrate."

"Oh! I saw someone like that at the Mead. I'm being careful, but isn't that? Obsessive
compulsion…

" I can't sit down. I can't focus the further away I am from there, so I sit close, and
that color… No, I hate people so much I don't know what to do."

"Well, then sit next to me and use the cover. You know the one I used when I was in
elementary school. It allows physical proximity, but blocks visibility."

This solution sounded good too. Sang-woo gradually gained confidence in the way Ji
Hye's flexible thinking.

"And he keeps shaking his legs in the library and reading books so hard. The sound
of pages flipping is annoying..."

"You can use earplugs. It's not much."

Ji Hye smiled. Sang-woo laugh after hearing it.

"Thank you, Ji Hye. I'll treat you next time."

"Really? I'm looking forward to it!"

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

thousand won store. When he got up from eating, he saw Jang Jae-young eating
surrounded by friends.

"Oppa I'm not done yet."

Sang-woo walked excitedly. He quickly cleaned his plate and drank water on the
way out. He left the restaurant in a hopeful manner.

"Come with me!"

Ji Hye's voice was heard from behind. Running with her red face fluttering in her hair,
she looked like a green monster from the clots she was wearing.

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why did you call me?”

“No, it's just. .. you're in my way anyway. It would be nice if we went together. And it's
embarrassing to eat alone."

"That's weird."

Sang-woo questioned. He always ate alone but never thought about it.

"Then don't go to the cafeteria. I have a class at the Faculty of Humanities, so please
take me there on your way."

"...why?"

Sang-woo felt a sense of incompatibility because Ji-hye said something like a child
being kidnapped by his age.

" It's good for your health to take a walk after eating. It's what you have to do to not
get sick."

"That's right.

Sang-woo was accompanied someone first time on a walk. Originally, I was going to
go to the 1,000 won store right away, but like Ji-hye said, it didn't sound bad to go for
a walk. Although he did some exercise with his bare hands in the morning, he
needed to walk in his daily life to stay healthy.
"Can I ask you a question, oppa?"

"It is a question?"

"No, it was a retorical expression I was about to make. Your childhood nickname was
sangchu, right?"

"...how did you know?"

Ji-hye even clapped her hands, saying, "I knew it."

"When I first heard your name, I was so nervous it almost came out of my mouth,"
she said, stopping and laughing.

"Will you be mad if I call you sangchu's Oppa?"

"No."

Sang-woo has been called like that his whole life anyway. It's been a long time since
he gave up because there's no use telling people not to. Besides, Ji-hye wasn't her
oppa yet, but she wasn't reasonable enough to insist on it. "oppa" title. People abuse
this titles so much that they get tired of paying attention to them. Far from being
close, some call him "Sangwoo" after a family member.

Coincidentally, as soon as thought of him, the padded jacket, a red mask appeared
from behind the building. Jang Jae-young was walking with two male students. In that
brief moment, the two made eye contact. Sang-woo turned to the right.

"...Oppa?

" way. See you later."

"Yes! Goodbye!"

Sang-woo quickly passed Ji-hye and did a spin on her. I walked like a car even
though I couldn't drink coffee, but I felt bad as soon as I saw the color red. Sang-woo
really hated red now command

After a long walk, he looked back. Before he knew it, Jae-young, who was with the
crowd, was ten steps behind Sang-woo. The leg moved before the brain gave to.

"Don't get caught."

It was an instinctive escape. In the world where was solid no matter who threatened
him or used violence, it was a mistake that used the authority of teachers in middle
and high schools, and the legitimate system that had kept using public power after
becoming an adult. A bug that makes the program fail without knowing the cause.
After being discharged from the army, Sang-woo ran with all his might because
didn't want to see Jang Jae-young The natural university, the academic school, and
the canteen pass. They left in the dark. walked past countless students who didn't
they knew my face. Sang-woo, who had reach the front door, turned around hoping
this was enough.

"Why is he so fast?"

And screamed inside.

"Hey, let's catch our breath. Does it look like I'm running at this age? It's not a sports
day. It's a damn..."

Sang-woo wanted to leave Jae-young crouching and panting behind, but too ran so
away at full speed that gasped. Sang-woo sat down on the sidewalk block with
enough distance from Jae-young. took a bucket of water out of his bag and drank it.

"Are you crazy? Why are you running?"

"Why are you following me, running or not?"

"That's strange. I ran away and followed you without thinking."

"That's even weirder."

They gasped for breath and exchanged a very strange conversation. And the
conversation was interrupted for a long time.

After a moderate rest, Sang-woo got up and walked. He had to go to the front of the
library to pick up his bike. Jae-young got up with an irritated expression and followed
him. If you walk fast, walks fast and if you walk slow, walks slow. So when he was
about to run again, Sang-woo ignored him and kept his normal speed.

"Your girlfriend was pretty."

"I do not have a girlfriend".

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

"Kim Ji-hye."

"What department?"

"Is it philosophy...?"

"Miss Liu is majoring in French literature."

Sang-woo, who was answering like a machine while concentrating on walking,
stopped walking. He turned around and looked at Jae-young.

"Did you do a background check on her? She's a nice girl who has nothing to do with
this!"

Jae-young laugh.

"Hye Ji's background check? You guys came with me to the store where I work,
asshole. I saw her student ID then. It's normal to remember her name."

Sang-woo ignored his words and walked back.

"You know my name?"

"What's the point of knowing that?"

"Did you say you're smart, that you can't even memorize three letters of a person's
name?"

"Effective brains are supposed to remove useless information."

"You make me feel bad again."

Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's shoulder and stopped him. As soon as his hand
touch his body, his face frowned.

"Homework. Make an acrostic poem with my name on it."

Also, Jae-young said something wrong. Sang-woo once removed his hand from his
shoulder.

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

It was a hard story to ignore. Sang-woo said that after a moment's consideration…

"Question. Does it count as a success if I build it? What is t5 category of

harassment?"

"Answer. You must have a minimum of art to recognize success. The category of
harassment is according to their standards."

Sang-woo pondered over it, but the word art was too vague. However, he liked the
hint that he could choose the bullying category, so decided to give it a try.

"Give me the name."

"You have to, bastard."

Sang-woo thought it was common for celadon to give a name when announcing an
acrostic poem. Judging from Jae-young's reaction, it didn't look like it. He opened his
mouth.

"The rainy season has come."

While thinking about it, Jae-young looked arrogant with his arms crossed. Looking at
the face, the next verse was naturally decided.

"I am unlucky."

The red padded jacket shone in the sunIight hope... ...it's gone forever."

Jae-young's expression was hard to read. With a slight frown, the corners of his
mouth were slightly smiling. Sang-woo thought there was made a good acrostic
poem, but it was hard to tell what Jae-young was thinking. He's also a judge, and the
time kept his mouth shut was quite tense.

"Am I an appliance?"

"I think it's similar."

It was worth answering at all. Ever since he ate, Sang-woo only thought about t
1,000-won store. or his bike, got on it, and ran to Jae-young.

GREEN

Jang Jae-young tormented Chu Sang-woo as much as he could for two days. He
mobilized his classmates to take their usual seat in advance and watch Sang-woo
shake in every class.

Two days of performance.

First, Jae-young got six titles: (1) Stalker (2) Trash (3) Psychopath (4) Kind of human
horse (5) Sadist (6) Yangachi. In other words, it was firmly imprinted on Chu Sang-
woo. Sang-woo's label wasn't pretty, but it's better to have one than not have an
original name. Visual designer Jae-young knew the importance of branding better
than anyone.

When he spoke his name, he left out the poem that turned into a flower, and for no
reason, rich and beautiful people in pure cartoons are looking for women who spray
water in their faces and splash it. Noise marketing prevails because negative
impressions are stronger than positive ones. Also, it can be an honor to be called six
things by a fool who never gives anyone a name like Sang-woo.
Second, Jae-young had a lot of emotional revenge. A seductive feeling a refreshing
feeling as if drinking soda felt that the emotional damage suffered was compensated
by taking down a cunning Sang-woo.

Third, Chu Sang-woo had fun joking around. His somber face was more a pleasure
than a pity. It was fun enough to take the pain of waking up every morning. Sadistic,
I've never thought like that before, maybe looks like that.

Jae-young planned to follow Sang-woo for two weeks, but he was slowly considering
the time to leave him. This is because Sang-woo was much more distraught than he
thought. He thinks he'll take a leave if he goes aad. Jae-young intended to give
Sang-woo a little trouble, not ruin his daily life.

Also, he was naturally easily distracted and annoyed. It was not easy to handle the
suitcases with minors. What's wrong with sitting in a class you don't understand? In
calm and quiet places like libraries, even a minute made him itch. Also, it was very
difficult to eat without food in a crowded restaurant. It couldn't have lasted two weeks.
In any case, it was a matter of time. Jae Young really had nothing to do these days.

Sangwoo, why did you do that?

Jae-young resented Chu Sang-woo in just three minutes by retaking the "Korean
University Student Character Education" class. There were
too many students in the class so it was not handled and the students who attended
the class played the game. How many of them will be cancelled? If Sang-woo was an
ordinary guy who might have been treated unfairly, Jae-young would already be
taking classes with the world's top designers in the United States. It's not just a moral
class.

It was a pointless assumption anyway. You should be heartbroken to be in the same

group as the secret inspector. The professor's eyes were fixed on something
unpleasant last semester, so there was no way out this semester. Jae-young sat in
the back seat, distraught, and borrowed a piece of paper from the person next to him
and scribbled.

The weather was very nice when he left the building. Spring, the season of romance,
was coming. It's been half a year since he broke up with his last girlfriend, and it's
been a long time since he dated. He was walking among the other students thinking
about it, and saw Sang-woo far away. It was amazing that he stood out even though
he wasn't wearing anything that was noticeable. Sang-woo was walking fast with his
partner in green going to the restaurant.

'Baby, you're so good with girls.'

Come to think of it, he was with a student when he arrived at the restaurant. It's
hard to be popular with girls because of that personality. He couldn't imagine Sang-
woo dating someone.
The restaurant that was attracted by the student's curiosity, was very crowded. Sang-
woo was cunningly dining at an empty table.

"You've had a hit."

He laugh when he saw him get into an empty seat to avoid it. He also had a cute
side. The girl in green was sitting next to him. Looking closely, it was Ji-hye who was
with him in the restaurant.

Jae-young ate some bland food and thought that he should give it up now. I couldn't
stand another meal like this. He bought 16 cans of coffee that he first saw in the
store, but couldn't drink one, so threw away 15 cans. He put it in the club's
insolvency, but none of his rookies drank it, so stayed put.

As he walked towards the smoking area with his donsaengs, he came across Ji-hye
and Sang-woo walking down the street.

Nice height difference and very fresh. You like the painting, huh?

Jae-young walked around with muttering lines on his head that could be hit by a
bully. Sang-woo seemed like he could live because it didn't bother him today. Jae-
young expected Sang-woo to get distracted by Ji-hye and pass him, but surprisingly,
he recognized Jae-young from a great distance. There was a day when I couldn't
recognize my eyes when they were right in front of me. Jae-young felt a strange
pleasure.

Sang-woo immediately turned around and walked, but Jae-young caught up with him,
half running with the idea of sticking with him. About ten paces away, Sang-woo
turned with an uneasy look and his eyes widened. He knows was surprised, but
running in one fell swoop was totally unexpected. It was a cunning move as if Jae-
young was a serial killer. Jae-young chased after him.

Shit, why am I running?

How stupid would the other kids be? Jae-young couldn't understand himself, but his
feet were moving on their own. Sang-woo was very fast. Guess he thought a study
bug would be frivolous because of his impression. Jae-young couldn't catch up with
Sang-woo, who even had a backpack, even though he was running at full speed.

He came to his senses and found himself in front of the front door. It was the first
time since was discharged from the army that he ran this far with all his might. As
he squatted on the ground and took a breath, Jae-young realized.

"People's greed is infinite."

When he saw him run away from him, he couldn't wait to come. It was useless to be
in the joy and sadness of the impression on Sang-woo. Noise marketing may have
succeeded, but Jae -young was just a bad product for Chu Sang-woo. Sang-woo's
face, distorted as soon as he saw it, he could not satisfy his satisfaction, if not
temporary pleasure. Jae-young felt the desire to be a better person, cool, competent
and fun for Sang-woo, just like the other dongsaeng

"Did you do a background check? She's a good girl who has nothing to do with you!"

In that sense, it was very strange to see Sang-woo defending someone. Chu Sang-
woo's notarized reputation as a good boy was like a fruit hanging out of reach for
Jae-young, who had already been in conflict with him.

When Jae-young was looking for clues to harass Sang-woo, he found Ryu Ji-hye,
searcd SNS and investigated them. There was nothing difficult without knowing his
name, department or class number. When he scrutinized the messages, they
seemed to be sincere, if not extreme, like Sang-woo. He left this message when he
came to the restaurant with Sang-woo.

A little scared, but not a bad person. Will there be another chance to meet us?

#Cute monster# #First meeting# #Waiting

Of course, it was Chu Sang-woo's story. Ryu Ji Hye - Kind, Jang Jae-young - stalker,
trash, psychopath, human horse breed, sadist, bully.

Ryu Ji-hye is a fairy in green clots, and Jang Jae-young is a red devil who throws his
tongue into a fire pit in hell. Jae-young didn't like this composition of good and evil.

Sang-woo didn't seem interested in Ji-hye yet, since he didn't know her last name
and her academic background. Guys with such a naive side are bound to fall into the
trap if they are nice to them. Jae-young could have hung a fancy watch he got from
his maternal grandfather as a graduation present for them dating in three months.

I had a sense of crisis. Some eight years later, when Chu Sang-woo and Ryu Ji-hye
got married, he would remember Choo Sang-woo, who held the bride's hand,
saying, "I was able to get over it because Ji-hye was by my side in a dirty way."
because I couldn't graduate from school," adding, "I don't remember his face, but
was wearing red puffer jackets.

"I can't see it.

The goal of the recreation has been changed. Should I say it has been updated?

What are the conditions of a good senior? It was clear, at least now, that there was
no chance. The only thing what can propose right now is his presence. It is
encouraging that Chu Sang-woo knows his name exactly and now knows how to deal
with him a bit, but Jae-young felt that should do something with the equation of
"Jang Jae-young = Red = Villain = Gangster = Trash."
"I don't know why you're so tired. We have plenty of time anyway. I check the clothes
that were in t closet.

Chapter 5

Sang-woo waited for Jang Jae-young with three loaded bullets. He didn't know the
day he would come when he wanted to see it. Now Sang-woo wanted to see Jang
Jae-young's embarrassed expression quickly. In the fourth row, to the right, he sat in
the second seat and waited. The book was open, but it was just a usual device and
meant nothing these days.

Jae-young didn't come even after the teacher came in as an assistant. Sang-woo
looked at the back door with his body turned, but there was no red padding among
the students who were huffing and puffing.

"Where are you looking? Here I am."

Sang-woo stiffened. The man who put his hand in his pocket said in Jae-young's
voice. The reason for his surprise was that he was wearing a dark green coat. Also,
he wasn't wearing glasses.

As the man sat down in the most perfect seat in the classroom, which he had already
taken, Sang-woo felt serious confusion. Just the fact that he wasn't wearing a red
padded jacket felt like the information system was broken. Whatever he was wearing
on the outside, it was clearly Jae-young, so Sang-woo took out the cover, the first
bullet he had prepared, and put his chin on the right side. Beyond the yellow
cardboard there was a mocking sound.

"You know the performance starts next Thursday. We'd like to start preparing now."

I knew because it was written in the conference plan. The task of presenting a short
three-minute play in Chinese by two people was an important activity equivalent to 20
percent of the total evaluation. The teacher handed the printout to the students in the
front row and placed a list of pairs on t beam projector.

"Fair of the work and list of order of presentation". It would be disadvantageous if we

announce it on the previous occasion, but we will consider and evaluate it."

Going through the list, Sang-woo found his name. The problem was the name next to
it.

Chu Sang-woo (computer engineering), Jang Jae -young (visual design)

Announcement for March 14 (Thursday)

“…….”
Among more than 30 students, he was paired with him and the performance date
was next Thursday at the earliest. Sang-woo raised his hand and the teacher saw
him.

"Do you have any questions?"

"If I don't like the I'm a member of my team and I can't be with him, can I change it,
professor?"

He replied with a frown.

"No, there are some students who are better and some who aren't. It's a team effort
to get through it. I asked my assistant to pick it at random, so I wouldn't have to worry
about fairness. Do you have any questions apart from changing the group or the
date?"

"'He's taking it out, and it's causing fairness issues, professor...."

He cut him off so firmly that Sang-woo lost the courage to speak further. He was
already photograph by Choi, a professor of Embedded Systems, but kept silent in
anxiety not to stick out from there. Then the cover fell to the ground like a scarecrow.
Jang Jae-young, with his chin up, smiled strangely.

"Just Trust me, I'll help you."

"Shut up, please!"

Sang-woo put the useless cover in his backpack.

The set was delivered after a while. Sang-woo put the paper away before took it to
Jae-young and wrote his student number and name in the upper left corner.

"Some of the material we just published are expressions that we learned in our
beginner Chinese class, and others that we have gotten even worse. You can make
a skit referring to this phrase out of 100. Now, meet your partner and talk to him ".

Sang-woo enthusiastically read the brochure. About 30 percent of the sentences

were memorized in the past, so that he could understand the meaning.

Sang-woo got an A in the "Elementary Chinese" class he took in his first year.
Attendance and exam results were perfect, but were largely deduced from role-plays
and oral exams. So to get an A+ this time, you have to get the best score in the play.

He didn't take a few classes, so he had plenty of time to practice, but was a fellow
who would do anything to keep him from getting in the way of trouble. But Sang-woo
wasn't too worried because he planned to present the play as a dual character at
worst. The syllabus stated that scores would be assigned to individuals anyway.
He opened a note and wrote down his ideas. Jae-young was going to do it by
himself, but Jae-young pulled the desks side by side and sat back and forth with
Sang-woo's desk. Sang-woo said, without looking at him.

"Since there are many questions and answers, let's go to the scenarios that guide
Chinese exchange students who come to Hankuk University. I will be Korean, so you
should be Chinese."

He didn't ask for an answer, but Jae-young groaned as if had been waiting.

"That's so pathetic. If I had played a game with you, it would have been a real mess."

“…….”

Come to think of it, he always blamed Sang-woo for his creativity. The "Yachae Man"
said it was boring, twice unimaginative, and the acrostic poem evaluation gave zero
points for novelty.

"Then have an idea."

Sang-woo dropped the mechanical pencil on the notebook and leaned back on the
chair like Jae-young always did. It felt like something when he brought his arms
together. Jae-young looked at the paper with Chinese phrases and said,

"Let's go with the content of the voice phishing of a merchant from the Qing
Dynasty."

"What?"

"In the beginning, you are selling things in the market. How much is it? 100,000 won
for two grapes. It is too expensive. Please stop. Violence is illegal. Please walk out
that door. I will use many expressions of thought and for sale..."

Sang-woo, who was preparing to snort, gradually fell into history.

"Today's income is zero won. I am very poor. I have no money. I will use this
expression. I sold all my stuff. I bought a phone with the remaining money. The
remaining money is 0 won. I will write this to you... Oh, here there's a good one. I'm a
thief."

Sang-woo began to organize the plot in his notes, going through the sentences he
mentioned in the printout.

"You're taking your cell phone and calling, Ring Ring. Wei? I'm with your son. Give
me ten billion. can come home. So the person who answers the phone says this. I'm
single. You're a thief."

"So what? What's the ending?"

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

Sang-woo thought about it a lot, but he never thought about what the Qing
miscellaneous merchant would do if he failed voice phishing. It is the best of
everything.

"Did he starve to death for lack of rice?"

"...yes, it's like you. Here's a good expression. I'm hungry. Please give me some rice.
It's not on the list, but you can use it. Leaving my brother's phone in his will."

Sang-woo organized the story and read it once. Although the material seemed a bit
strange, it contained difficult and easy expressions correctly. The question that was
asked at that time...

"Why is it the Qing Dynasty?"

"That professor is a Qing Dynasty history buff. We'll probably get a perfect score if
we shows up in his Qing Dynasty clothes."

"What nonsense is that...."

"Look here. 'Direct/Summer/Ready' 20%"

He wondered why those items were included. Also, the scores were very high,
considering

"Sungjo / Pronunciation / Yoo Chang-sung" was 50% and "Difficult /

Appropriateness / Grammar" was 30%. When Sang-woo made an incomprensible
expression, Jae-young said.

"He's our club teacher, so I know him well."

"What kind of club is this?"

"The theater department."

Sang-woo's mechanical mine broke. It didn't have to be like this, but when it splashed
onto Jae-young's face, he frowned and rubbed his cheeks with his hands. He was
forced to block the ride due to the drama department's schedule. Doonie, even was
an invention.

Sang-woo turned his back on Jae-young and started writing lines pretending he
wasn't in front of him. What he does not know is to write only the meaning of Korean,
or the phrases on the list. Jae-young was quiet for some reason.

“…….”
But he was too quiet. It bothers him. It's normal to pat the desk, scoff at the words,
turn the book over, or do something, but he didn't. Sang-woo looked up in a sense of
incompatibility. He then made eye contact with Jae-young, who was very close. He
looked at Sang-woo's face with his chin, overlapping the backs of his hands.

"This is interesting".

That's how he said it and stared at him again. Sang-woo immediately lowered his
head and sneered at Sharp.

"What's fascinating is that…" Jae-young whispered softly.

"We found something in common."

There could be no such thing. Sang-woo's face was wrinkled from the unpleasant
sound. Jae-young smiled silently.

"Look at his face. I'm talking in lyrics."

And Sang-woo was surprised in another way. He never thought he was a disaster,
although he never thought was good at writing.

"Do not interrupt."

"Sang-woo."

He said his name in a low, friendly voice. After two days of frenzied bullying, it was
only fun to pretend to be nice now.

"You're really cool, aren't you?"

He ignore it

"I guess there's no such thing as an objection. Take on the human horse race, the
bully, the sadist, and do your homework together."

He ignore it

"Sang-woo."

Ignore.

"What do you think of the word revenge?"

Ignore.
"It's supposed to have some emotion, right? I'm like a fly to you, so you just want it to
go off. Right?"

Ignore him.

"Does it taste good when you chew a horse?"

"We don't have a bully in our family."

"You're just doing that+, chewer."

"I'm doing this. Please shut up."

"If you'll do me a favor."

"No."

"Take off your hat."

It was a rather absurd suggestion. Sang-woo looked up to see Jae-young still with his
chin on the back of his head. His hand. Even when he looked at it, he thought it was
a new kind of teasing, but the face was shameless. Sang-woo decided to ignore it.

As soon as he wrote the last line, Jae-young took his notebook. He went over the
lines carefully. He condescendingly say, "Yes" or "Very well". Then I wrote something
with Sang-woo's mechanical pencil.

There was no space in the notebook which Jae-young handed back. He filled in the
lines in Chinese characters where Sang-woo left off. He blank because he didn't
know.

What's wrong with him?

Sang-woo felt puzzled. Come to think of it, he wrote the content of the skit, and
today he was only cooperative, let alone disturbing him. Did he decide to stop
bothering him?

" What brings you so far?"

"What?"

"You've been following me to the end of the world, and I think you felt relieved in two
days. ."

He was like this and like that, and then he had a part-time job at a restaurant, and he
was mad at him for cursing, laughing, chasing him, and making him make acrostic
poems out of nowhere. He followed him around everywhere and helped him with his
team's homework. Jang Jae-young was the strangest person Sang-woo had ever
seen.

"How is everything?"

At that moment, he heard the teacher's voice walking around the classroom and
looking at the students. He stepped aside and winked at them.

"Oh, it's Jae-young's fair, right? There's no problem here."

"No, teacher. Sangwoo did it all."

What happened?

Sang-woo was taken aback by the totally unexpected answer. The teacher looked at
Sang-woo with a young look of goodwill.

"Okay. Let's take a look at the lines Sang-woo wrote."

Normally, he would have answered truthfully,

"No, Jae-young has finished the frame and I just wrote it," but he couldn't say
anything praising him. Sang-woo politely extended his note to the teacher. And not
long after he burst out laughing.

"The merchants of the Qing Dynasty! That sounds like fun. Hahaha! That's a good
story.
Aha! But the lines are a bit…"

Then his face, which had only been bright, gradually darkened.

"It's so bad. Where the hell did you learn to swear like that? Jae-young! You wrote it,
right?"

The teacr stared at Jae-young and saw that he was empty-handed. It was Sang-woo
with the mechanical pencil. The teacher's contemptuous gaze shifted from Jae-young
to Sang-woo.

"Fix my lines. It will be zero if you present it like this. Do you understand?"

"...Yes."

The teacher's bright eyes forced Sang-woo to respond. After the teacher handed the
note to Sang-woo and left, Jae-young smiled. Sang-woo gritted his teeth and erased
his writing with an eraser.

"I have some grudges, unlike you."

Afraid that his mark would remain light, Sang-woo scrupulously erased his writing.

returns 0;

Sang-woo, who was caught off guard by Jang Jae-young, he went to the engineering
school with a big smile when class ended. There was a class right before class, and
Sang-woo definitely got there before Jae-young, and his bag (second navy backpack
to save the seats) was placed on the right side of the fourth row.

However, Sang-woo knew that Jae-young's personality was rotten, as opposed to his
tolerable appearance. The evidence was that , a design student, was taking
engineering math classes. He was here to interrupt Sang-woo's class to ruin his
studies, and was accomplishing his purpose even if closed his eyes.

Sang-woo grabbed the mechanical pencil and focused back on the class. As Jae-
young looked at what was going on, the progress was already on the next chapter.
Taking two "engineering math 2" classes, Sang-woo has learned very little. The
same thing happened with all t other subjects except for "popular culture and cultural
history" taken on Wednesday. After two weeks, following Jae-young's
disappearance, he will have to study books and internet lectures separately to catch
up somehow, but teachers often secretly emphasize what will be on the exam during
class. There was no way there would be no loss.

In that sense, the time when Jae-young was asleep was an opportunity. Sang-woo
tried to focus on the teacher's words and understand what he was saying. Strangely
though, within a few minutes, his nerves turned to Jae-young, who was sleeping.

"Now you're bothering me even though I'm standing still. It's a great skill."

Sang-woo fought not to look there, but his head widened after the fight between
reason and impulse was over in a minute.

Jae-young was asleep under the time of t mistake. Sang-woo was caught in a
complicated mood that was hard to pin down in one word, and didn't like t feeling at
all. However, when Jae-young, wearing the mask of a normal person, recalled the
heinous acts, the vague feelings disappeared and the hostility burned vividly.

Come to think of it, there's a saying in the old code: "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a
tooth." No hard feelings? Jang Jae-young seemed to be wrong. With all the existing
conditions, Sang-woo might have enough revenge. He 's not that crazy, and doesn't
feel the courage to annoy othes by spending a lot of energy.

There's nothing I can't do."

Sang-woo took out a computer marker from the pencil case. The act of opening the
lid felt as solemn as the sword being drawn from the sheath. He carefully took the
pen and sat down for a moment. He moves a little closer to Jae-young.
The wet point of the pen came close to Jae-young's foread and stopped in midair.
Sang-woo realized that he hadn't painted in a long time. There was no need to paint
so much. well as a painter, but the feeling of inferiority that had no talent in art
prevented him from a daring touch.The word "second place in the class", which was
taken from the memory of being scolded by the teacher for not drawing nothing on
the drawing paper in the second grade of elementary school and the evaluation of
artistic abilities in the third grade of middle school, came to mind.

Sang-woo agitated for a long time and decided to put a point on it , but it was not
easy to choose a suitable place. His eyes looked at the house. Jae-young's ra. Dark
brown hair was disheveled on a flat foread. The dark eyebrows drew natural curves,
while the man's long lass below them created shadow. The tilt of the straight nose
started from the sunken foread. The lips under the philtrum were slightly parted.

"We can do it anywhere."

Sang-woo hit himself and held the marker tighter. His hands were shaking because
he had never done such a thing in his life and he was sacrificing his classes. He
pressed his fingers together tightly and boldly pushed them forward. A small
quivering feather touched Jae-young's forehead. A pair of eyes suddenly appeared,
and without meaning to, drew the pen down.

It seems that only those who have done this have done it before. It was nothing
compared to Jae-young's graffiti, but his art sank like a child caught doing bad things
because he had never done that to anyone in his life.

Jae-young kept his eyes wide open. Sang-woo put his pen into the pencil case and
stared at the book. My head went blank and my heart was pounding.

He doesn't know how time passed after that. Sang-woo stood still, hard as stone, and
when he came to his senses, the students were filing out of the classroom after
class.

He can't believe he did the same as Jang Jae-young in an instant just because he
was a little upset. He couldn't believe he had fallen to that level.

"Sang-woo."

He got goosebumps. If Jae-young was angry, Sang-woo had something to say, but
other than that, he wasn't satisfied with the fact that he was scribbling on a person's
face with a pen.

"Sangwoo, you are calling."

"...Yes."

"Have you taken revenge?"

Sang-woo's head tilted back. Jae-young was smiling with a black line on his nose.

"Hey, it feels like a robot's first step."

Instead of getting angry, Jae-young patted the ball cap in amusement. Sang-woo
was so puzzled that he didn't even want to blame him for contacting his body without
permission.

"Let's go eat. I'll buy it for you today."

"...I only have you."

Sang-woo barely answered. When Jae-young got up and grabbed his wrist, he was
so distracted that he was dragged helplessly.

While graduating from engineering school, Jae-young pretended to meet too many
people. Everyone Jae-young knew laugh and mentioned Sang-woo's work.

"Why do you have something on your nose?" Is it makeup?"

"Okay? It's what did."

"Jae-young, what are you doing in engineering? What's wrong with your face?"

"Uh, I have some work to do. The face was like that because of him."

Instead of being shy, Jae-young pointed a finger at Sang-woo and told everyone that
he was good at it. He was a very strange man. Sang-woo learned the meaning of the
word "sell one" that day.

Every time he was introduced to Jae-young's acquaintances, he felt beaten and

when he went out to the lobby, Sang-woo was in tatters. Being dragged when hs
woke up, he was standing in front of the campus pizzeria

"Don't you like pizza?"

Jae-young asked after sitting down. Sang-woo replied with a feeling of resignation.

"No."

"How come you're so calm?"

"Can you erase it?

" I'm not going to delete it."

Jae-young smiled and looked at the menu. ordered a pizza and two bowls of risotto
without asking Sang-woo's opinion.
"I didn't order pasta because you said you didn't like it."

So, he showed some consideration.

Sang-woo snorted inward. He just said that he doesn't like pasta because Jang Jae-
young works at an Italian restaurant. He never thought he would eat it. It was
delicious nor bad, and didn't care about the items.

Eating is just a process of filling calories. As long as the nutritional balance is correct,
thought there was no point in weighing the taste or the form. In that sense, a fool with
a black line on his nose was wasting money on a $3,000 voucher.

"Sang-woo, do you understand the class you just took?"

"I would have if it wasn't for you."

"That's interesting. You can't even memorize three letters of a person's name."

"The subjects I have to take are more interesting than seeing a senior who attends a
substitute class and sleeps in a useless class."

The food came out during the conversation. Sang-woo ate without saying a word.
Jae-young argued, "I don't like it," but ignored it and ate it.

He ate as much as he could and woke up without saying anything. T5 fact that he
ate out of his usual place was awkward, so wanted to leave quickly. Maybe it was
because he was facing a half crooked guy with a smile on his nose.

"Sang-woo."

Before knew it, Jae-young paid the bill and followed him.

"The weather is nice, right? Look at the sky."

"You're a fly. Fly away."

Sang-woo walked steadily, looking at the ground.

Shortly before leaving the restaurant and walking, Jae-young took out the canned
coffee from his leather bag. The black background, the familiar logo, and the great
writing "Blackholic" attracted Sang-woo's attention. It was obvious that was trying to
make fun of it by slurping.

"I was waiting for this moment."

Sang-woo used Ji-hye's second advice to prepare for this situation the day before.
According to the shop owner's information, the day after the Blackholic coffee is
served is next Monday. He only consumes one can of coffee during the week, so he
bought the market number seven. But the moment he Thought should open his bag,
Jae-young gave him a coffee.

"Come on, canned coffee."

Wrong, wrong, wrong, Sang-woo, who knew Jae-young would pull out a can and
shove it into him in the mouth, showing off and mocking him, he stopped without my
knowing it, unwittingly, accepted the can.

When he checked that it was sealed near my eyes, Jae-young said, "You're crazy..."
muttered... Sang-woo looked at it closely and shook it, but the cans were clean and
not a single drop of coffee was leaking. .

"Just drink, a little."

"What did you do with this?"

"Has it been poisoned? I bought sixteen, but I'm throwing them in my mouth because
I can't find a way to enjoy them."

What happens?

Sang-woo felt strange. There was a flurry of questionable behavior. Based on the sequence,
two, four, six, eight... It's as if √55 suddenly appears while going consistently.

Jae-young added calmly.

"I'll give you all you have left. Take off your hat."

"It's none of your business what other people wear."

What's wrong with the hat? Sang-woo picked up canned coffee and he felt good
about the refreshing sound heard after a long time. As I carefully put the ticket to my
lips and tilted the can, a warm drink flowed into my mouth.

"Like?"

Something like the taste, Sang-woo didn't know. However, the comfortable feeling he
used to feel every day only made him fall into a sentimental mood. Sang-woo ignored
Jae-young and walked in the direction of the Faculty of Humanities. Perhaps in the
hope of regaining the lost routine.

There was still a sign on his usual path: "Rodando el Teatro". He was tricked by the
manipulation cartel for three days, but now he knows the truth. Sang-woo kicked the
poster, tore it up, and put it in t trash can.
Walking down the path that he had been taken from me, I found peace even though
Jae-young was by my side. Sang-woo sipped a can of coffee and continued on his
way with his eyes closed.

"You are too brave, aren't you?"

Sang-woo didn't want to be disturbed, so walked a little fast. Then, as if it were

natural, Jae-young chased after him and set the pace.

"What do you think I'll do if I'm alone with you?"

"Are you a gangster?"

"...look at the speaker."

"It doesn't matter if you're not a gangster. I just asked if you're a gangster. Do you get
stabbed?"

"It will take some time for your favorite 112. Let's be careful."

Gritting his teeth and saying, Sang-woo looked at Jae-young with a sneer. Although
he was tall and well groomed, he did not appear as strong as a martial arts fighter.

"Sir, I don't think 's very good at fighting."

"Oh really? You must be doing some exercise."

Sang-woo learned Taekwondo for a long time, but studying has become a priority
since high school. These days, he did nothing but fold his arms at home or ride his
bike to school.

"I used to. I rarely do these days."

"Let's play basketball with my brother next time. I won't let you touch the ball."

"No, and don't keep adding other members of your family."

On the way to the end of the trail was the futsal field, the end of the construction.
Sang-woo naturally walked to the front of the Natural University and took aim and
threw a can at his usual position. The can neatly entered the second of three
dumpsters, drawing a parabola. He was relieved. It felt like someone was rebuilding
the postcard tower one by one.

Next was the library. Sang-woo sat in the reserved seat, while Jae-young sat next to
him. This time, he took out his pen without borrowing any books. While Sang-woo
took out his most important books and notes and hung his backpack on the chair,
Jae-young took his notes away.
"Give it to me, it's a robbery."

Jae-young rolled his eyes as if he was annoyed and turned his notebook over and
looked at the back. After checking the price tag, he took out a leather wallet from his
pocket and put two 1,000-won bills on Sang-woo's desk. Sang-woo had nothing to
say. If it was a big story, I'd report it, but it was just for practice. He took out a new
note of the same design from his bag instead of wasting time chasing after Jae-
young.

And then again the interruption began. Sang-woo was waiting because he braced
himself for the sound of the notes. When took out his third weapon, the earplugs,
from his backpack and put them in both ears, he couldn't ar any disturbing sounds.
The first two pieces of wisdom were weak, but the third was exercise.

Earplugs had a frustrating feel to them, but the benefits were far greater as noise was
effectively blocked out. He had a hunch that he could concentrate and study after a
long time. But before he could read a paragraph, he felt the glow spilling over the
ball.

When he looked to the right, Jae-young turned his position and was drawing
something on the note. He sat down with quite a professional posture and
expression, alternately looking at Sang-woo's face and notes, and making fun of the
pen.

"It's a piece of cake."

Sang-woo took off the cover, slammed it to the right, and turned his head back to the
book. A minute later, he got upset and looked to the side, and the cover was lowered
without sound. He didn't hear it through the earplugs. When the cover was redrawn,
Jae-young got off again. After doing it three times, Sang-woo got angry. He thought
could study today, but he thinks I'm done.

After putting thet cover on, he fixed it with his right hand so that I wouldn't fall off and
read the book. At first, it was fine, but after a while, felt a snowball again. This time
Jae-young got up and was drawing pictures, looking at Sang-woo diagonally.

"That crazy bastard."

Sang-woo moved his lips and cursed silently. They contribute to the team's
homework, gently give him coffee, and leave the trail open, and then they mess with
the script, he swear at the professor, give him sidelong glances, and make him
unable to concentrate on his studies.

It was better than a red quilted coat, but t green one was annoying too. Sang-woo
decided to move t study place to his home. T home desk wasn't as wide as t library
and t lighting was dim, but it was much better to study at home than not be able to do
anything like this.
 was trying to wrap his bag without plugs, and tre was t sound of paper ripping beside
him. Wn put his ledger in t bag and turned around again, tre was a piece of paper
that Jae-young took out.

"It's a gift".

He drew a cartoon in his notebook. The drawing was as exaggerated as the satire of
politicians in the American newspaper. Newspaper S. Cheekbones bulge, eyes
slanted and dark under eyes. His lips were crooked and his neck was as thin as a
crack. And above all, the black ball cap was tremendously emphasized. Sang-woo
ripped the paper from his seat and tore it to shreds.

"That's too much, actually."

He ignored Jae-young's murmur and put each piece of paper in his palm. And on the
way out, I threw it in the trash can.

"Do you know how much I get paid to illustrate magazines?"

"What does that have to do with me?"

"I'm saying it's not a painting to smash like this."

"I didn't break it because I couldn't, but because you did."

"You drank the coffee I gave you well."

"That's not what you did."

"You leave me speechless".

When he left the library, it was 1:32 p.m. It's a huge waste of time. As Sang-woo got
on the bike, Jae-young shouted from afar.

"Sang-woo!"

"Why?"

"It's a little early, but good night."

There was no point in saying it in broad daylight. It won't be nice to do it at night.

"I'll have a nightmare."

The bike raced downhill.

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Things got better the next day. Since there were only big lectures on Friday, Jae-
young slept on his stomach during the first and second classes. Sang-woo forced
himself to focus on his class, remembering his regret after holding a marker the day
before. He was in good condition even though was next to Jae-young.

"Do you want me to buy you a meal today?"

After class, Jae-young offered to offer Sang-woo free goods for no reason that day.
Sang-woo had to use his head because said, although would have accepted it if it
was someone else's suggestion.

i) accept monetary gain Y, stress Y = weak damage

ii) refuse - if Jang Jae-young follows the student cafeteria. Financial benefit N, Stress
Y = Severe damage

iii) Reject - if Chang Jae-young goes to another restaurant... Money gain N, stress N
= status quo

If you accept it, you will be stressed because you have to eat with him with 100 %
chance, but if you follow him even though refused, you won't get a meal and even
get stressed. The structure depends on the reaction of the opponent, so there was
no other option but to bet.

"No".

“So today is also a day of learning.

“Yes."

“You're a learned maniac. The restaurant should give you an award."

Luckily, the third case was won. After Jae-young left somewre, Sang-woo entered the
restaurant alone. As always, he was polite and ate quietly in the corner of a
restaurant. He deserted restaurant. After finishing the meal, it was only a minute later
than usual and it was fine. But Jae-young was waiting at the exit of the restaurant.

"Now".

Blackholic without fail. Sang-woo received a can like the day before, he looked at the
outside and shook it to make sure there was no problem and got it. As he was taking
his first sip, Jae-young asked him something strange,

"You want to be good at skits in Chinese, right?"

"Of course."

"Then let's go somewre."

It was a strange order to go to a certain place to be good at performances.

"Where?"

"To find our costume."

"Why?"

"You're a merchant of the Qing Dynasty, so you're going to wear an English name T-
shirt?"

"It's hor Go for a walk.”

“Do it later.”

Jae-young was irritated and finally started dragging Sang-woo by the wrist.

"This is an assault. I'm going to report it. I said I'd report it."

Sang-woo yelled with his cell phone in his other hand. However, Jae-young frowned
and took his cell phone and put it in his pocket. It was stronger than it seemed.

"Today I'll let you draw a red line."

"You're lazy. What happens to someone trying to help? If you think it was an assault
after it's all over, report it. I won't stop you."

Is really trying to help? Sang-woo was suspicious, but decided to take his word for it.
When he answered well, Jae-young let go of the wrist.

"You go to a Qing Dynasty merchant, right?"

"Yes".

Of course yes. The character has a lot more lines, so he's more likely to get good
grades.

"Then I'll do the voice phishing guy with thet client."

Jae-young only entered the student hall and didn't give details of where he was
going. Going up the stairs, there was a sign that said "the theater department" in front
of the door where Jae-young stopped.

When he opened the door, props and masks appeared, and dirty rooms appeared
with costumes. Above the small refrigerator, there was a pile of "Blackholic" canned
coffee that Jae-young would have hoarded, and posters of old works were plastered
on the walls. On the sofa, two boys were playing soccer with game consoles.
"You're re, Jae-young."

"Don't worry, do what you're doing."

Without giving them a glance, Jae-young set the mannequin aside and opened the
door behind him. Sang-woo entered where beckoned.

The room with a two-tier hanger attached to three sides of thet wall was terribly
narrow, but suits of all kinds hung heavily. Jae-young took a stick and pierced the
clothes. Sang-woo followed him and searched for clothes that a Qing Dynasty person
would have worn at the bottom, but it wasn't easy.

"How about this?"

Jae-young found one among dozens of clothes. It was a blue dress that stretched
from neck to ankle, with bands at the waist and sleeves, and intricate gold patterns
on the chest. He pulled out a similarly designed purple skirt and put it on himself.

"Is this better or is this better?"

"You look exactly the same."

"Dan is different, Dan."

"Do anything. It's rare to pay so much attention to Chinese skits."

"This is what you have to do to get a perfect score. I'll wear this."

Jae-young seemed to like yellow clothes with similar designs (in fact, thwy all looked
the same in Sang-woo's eyes).

"Look for a change."

Sang-woo bent down as said and looked for a wig in the box but there was none. As
reached out his hand to search the other box, Jae-young suddenly crouched as low
as Sang-woo. So a face suddenly appeared in the field of vision where his shin was
originally visible.

"Go behind."

"Oh, it's fine."

Jae-young just spoke, but he didn't move a bit. Sang-woo was rummaging through
the box feeling uneasy. It wasn't long before my hair felt empty. When I looked up,
Jae-young was holding Sang-woo's cap. Even when looking at him like a still picture,
he couldn't find an answer. Sang-woo guessed that he wanted a cap from yesterday.
"It's an old one that I've been using since high school. Just buy one."

Jae-young only looked at Sang-woo's face.

"If you don't come see me in the future, I'll buy you the same one."

Sang-woo suggested an "if" phrase but assumed it wouldn't work. If it had been
enough to be solved with a cap hat, I wouldn't have gotten this far.

Jae-young showed a strange reaction. It was nothing that Sang-woo predicted, like
laughing or making other jokes, wearing a hat himself. A hatless hand appeared
before Sang-woo's eyes.

"Thee is something here."

The long fingers reached out very slowly. There was plenty of time to avoid it and
Sang-woo just stood stiff with a strange tension.

Soon, Jae-young's index and middle fingers reached out very slowly and touched
Sang-woo's bangs. The moment his fingertips touched his foread, there was static
electricity. Sang-woo crumpled up the box and stepped back. An instinctive revulsion
from unpleasant stimuli hit his hand.

"Give it to me".

"It's much better without a hat. Why do you cover yourself like that?"

"It depends on me".

Held out his hand, but Jae-young didn't return his hat. Sang-woo had a fever.

"Give it to me."

"Why, let me see your face."

"Oh, give it to me!"

It was the first time he had spoken informally with an old man. Sang-woo lunged
forward and took the hat from Jae-young's hand. Their hearts touched briefly, and
Jae-young stayed behind, but Sang-woo immediately got up and ran out of the
dressing room.

After slamming the door, the boys who were playing raised their heads with shocked
eyes. Sang-woo could feel his heart beating and his face swelled with heat.

"Why do you take other people's things all the time?"

He left the theater with a querulous voice. He said it was fickle, but he was right. It
was a bit unpredictable, like this and that, like capricious weather. Sang-woo shrunk
little by little. As time passed, he felt uncomfortable. No matter how much Jang Jae-
young took his hat and didn't give it to him, the sudden shouting reaction was too
much. He ones who get angry because of his anger, but he was surprised to see
someone approach him and touch his face, causing him not to make a reasonable
judgment.

"Come to think of it, I'm not even rational.

When he attacks in soccer, he gets much closer than this. What else is when
wrestling or wrestling, and no one sees it strange even though the body is completely
close. In the army, it doesn't matter if you shower naked. Because they are men.

Sang-woo concluded that he had acted irrationally. So he couldn't see his eyes when
Jae-young followed him. Jae-young gave Sang-woo a blue stage suit, a wig, and a
cell phone.

"I took your hat off to put it on, but I was making a little joke. I didn't know you'd be
mad."

"I'm not angry".

It was a lie. Sang-woo's heart was still pounding with rage. Jae-young was just trying
to pack the groceries, but it became clear that he misunderstood them in a weird
way. Whether tried or not, seemed to be able to stress Sang-woo in many ways.

"You should practice and put on a good performance. Let's get along, Sang-woo."

Ignoring his words, Sang-woo put his clothes and wigs into his backpack and left the
building. He heard Jae-young following behind me. Sang-woo turned around and
said,

"Looks like you've changed your strategy, but it's not working, so don't pretend to be
close."

A smile spread around his expressionless mouth.

"I don't plan a strategy or anything. You do what you want."

"And don't follow me from here. I don't go to the library anymore because of you. I
study at home."

"If I told you no, I'd like to do it more."

"Follow me, then."

"Yeah, you should hear me say that."

“…….”

Sang-woo quickly walked to the library and rode his bike as usual. He thought it
would make him feel better if he intentionally walked past Jae-young and down the
hill. But Jae-young was following the descent.

"What are you doing?"

"Follow you."

Sang-woo looked at the fluorescent skateboard Jae-young was riding in amazement.

How far is this crazy person? Doesn't everyone care about time? Why do you do
something so useless when you can do productive work?

He tried to shake his head and concentrate just on riding the bike, but his eyes
flicked back to him. Jang Jae-young rode the skateboard very well. And he knew it
would attract people's attention. Not only Sang-woo, but also those who met him in
the alley, were looking at him with curious and curious eyes. Jae-young seemed to
enjoy such interest and showed the ability to jump in the air on a board in a crowded
place. He smiled at people like a celebrity and high-fived the kids as ran.

He seemed free-spirited like a character in a video game. Sang-woo knew until then
that Jae-young was different from him, but he felt that he was a completely different
seed from himself when he saw his hair fluttering around his mouth with a smile.

From one to ten, they objected. Unlike Sang-woo, who just does what he has to do,
Jae-young seemed to do what wanted. Unlike Sang-woo, who had no friends, Jae-
young was a school star who knew people from all over. Unlike Sang-woo, who only
wore black clothes, it was clear that Jae-young's wardrobe would be the color of the
rainbow. Unlike Sang-woo, who is always expressionless, Jae-young always smiles
like a mischievous child. Unlike Sang-woo, who is obsessed with the same routine,
Jae-young was like a homeless wanderer. They lived in a different world. Had it not
been for an unpleasant incident, they would never have met.

The two ran side by side, around the sidewalk and into the alley. Even though no one
was there, Jae-young jumped up and landed in a half-turn. It was as if the skateboard
was glued to his feet.

"Why the hell are you following me?"

There would be so many better places to ride, but he couldn't understand why he did
it in the bumpy alley. Jae-young replied, "There's nothing I can do without a big
problem." It was not the correct answer to the question. But there was no need to
understand it anyway. Half has already passed.

"Now we have a week left."

"What?"

"During the withdrawal period."

Jae-young just smiled without answering.

They soon reached the front of the one-bedroom building where Sang-woo lived. It
was a four-story building with mold on the wall from the meeting. Sang-woo strapped
his bike to a seat marked "No. 402," a bike rack with a screen. Meanwhile, Jae-young
looked towards the building, lightly pushing the skateboard with his feet.

"You live here".

"A maximum sentence of three years for trespassing."

"I was wondering why you didn't say that."

"When you pick up your bike and take it, you report it right away. The same goes for
saddles and other parts."

Jae-young laugh instead of being sarcastic at Sang-woo's words. He hit the end of
the skateboard and the other side of the board came up. Jae-young grabbed the
skateboard with his left hand and shook his right hand.

"Happy weekend, Sang-woo."

"...Yes."

He had no choice but to respond to the innocent words in a kind way. Sang-woo took
his eyes off his and entered the building. He thought about why felt so uncomfortable
and thought about it as he went upstairs, but it was the first time they had parted in a
normal way without insulting each other.

He was worried that it was coming for him, but there was no sound behind him.
Sang-woo went up to the fourth floor and entered the house after entering the
number into the door lock.

There was an unknown sigh. He put his backpack in thebdoorway, took off his hat
and coat and hung it on the hook. He took off his jeans, put on a training suit and
washed my hands with soap in the bathroom. There was a normal boy in the mirror
with his bangs pressed.

Sang-woo took the book to study from the shelf and put it on his desk. He took out a
pencil case and a note from my backpack and put it next to it. But before he sat
down on the chair, his feet moved towards the window.

He slightly lifted the curtain and looked out the window. Jae-young kept playing with
the cat, leaving the board in the same place. The black cat was lying on the ground
with its stomach turned upside down, and Jae-young squatted down and scratcd it
here and there with his fingers. Sang-woo also met the cat a few times, but only saw
it cry violently or run away quickly. Sang-woo closed the curtains as he watched Jae-
young take a photo of the cat.

Two days is hard mode from hell, one day is rest, two days is a bit annoying. Like his
personality, which is difficult to define in one word, Jang's behavior was like an
irregular sequence. Sang-woo hated being patternless. It was because was
unpredictable.

He sat down at his desk and began to study.

Return 0;

Uncertainty is accompanied by inefficiency.

Jang Jae-young's behavior had no pattern, so I couldn't predict whathe would do on

the weekend. So Sang-woo repeated his nervousness and relief when a person's
silhouette was seen on the transparent door of a PC room with a poster of a game.

Saturday part-time work was slow. Although there was less work because there were
fewer people than usual, he couldn't use his free time effectively because he was
looking at the door. It was a desirable defensive posture to deal with the sudden
appearance of enemies, but Sang-woo thought it was funny because the situation
itself looked like was waiting for re-election.

"There has never been a day that I haven't seen it."

That was the only pattern that could be found in Jae-young's behavior. Even on
Wednesdays whrn classes don't overlap, he follows Sang-woo around like 's going to
eat him.

But Jae-young didn't show up until 10 pm Feeling strange and a little awkward, Sang-
woo thought he would wait in front of his house. He's already been on a skateboard
once, so it wouldn't be a problem to come back with that tenacious personality.

Sang-woo, who walked to the front of the house, saw a black figure in front of the
building.

"There it is!

But when he got close, it was just a big bag of garbage. In the end, Sang-woo never
saw Jae-young that day. If he had known this would happen, he would have spent
his time working part-time more efficiently..It felt like a waste of an hour staring at the
door and not being able to do anything. Sang-woo entered the house in a bit of a
sullen mood and ended the day.

i) Jang Jae-young shows up during the week with a [ 100] % chance

ii) Jang Jae-young appears on weekends with [x]% chance (0≤x<50)

Through the example of Saturday, the conclusion was reached, albeit incomplete.
Sang -woo believed in the option of Jae-young not showing up again today so he
wouldn't be as anxious as the day before. Like a religion.

Hanging up.

But Jang showed up at 19:33 breaking Sang-woo's "belief". Making eye contact with
customers when the doorbell rings was one of the tasks. Sang-woo's family, who bet
against coming, it was split in half and uprooted.

Jae-young took the card and passed the counter, and Sang-woo felt anxious
because he didn't know what he was going to do. Luckily, there are cameras
installed on the ceiling, so if he does anything stupid, he'll tell the boss and he'll
make sure he doesn't come back. The boss was a good man. He sided with Sang-
woo when there was a fight between Sang-woo and a man asking for credit.

Guest Order No. 22: Chicken Fried Noodles.

Sang-woo stared at the notification in astonishment. It was only a minute before Jae-
young passed the counter. It was clear that he ordered as soon as turned on the
computer.

Sang-woo got up from his seat, measured and boiled the water, and cooked the
ramen according to the recipe. He aded for the smoking room with a bowl of ramen
on a tray. Jae-young was looking at a spider web, moving his legs against his back
on a chair. Sang-woo put a tray on the table and turned back. There was a loud sigh
from behind.

Three minutes after returning to the counter, another notification arrived. Customer
request number 22: Lemonade

Today's tactic is dog poop training.

Then it would be the most bearable case he ever suffered. Jae-young's position
wasn't far from the counter anyway, and Sang-woo wasn't dissatisfied with his paid
job.

Fill 80% of the glass with purified water and dissolve the powder with a teaspoon. He
dropped four ice cubes and the water reached the bottom of the glass. Sang-woo
went to Jae-young with his glass on the same tray. I was watching a video of people
scribbling on the wall with spray paint. The bowl of ramen was half empty.

"Pw..."

A heavy sigh escaped from between his lips as if the ground was about to cave in.
Sang-woo put down his drink next to the bowl of ramen and left the smoking room.
Five minutes after returning to his seat, the alarm sounded again.
Customer Order Number 22: Abalone Chip
Sang-woo looked at the screen with a disapproving look. The system allowed to
order all the food, but few customers ordered a single dalang sandwich and they
usually bought it directly from t counter.

Thank you for letting me work out like that."

Sang-woo took the snacks off the shelf and headed to the smoking room. Jae-young
was watching a basketball video abroad this time.

"

Sangwoo Somehow the sigh seemed to grow louder and louder. Sang-woo left the
smoking room with tht sandwiches next to the lemonade and bowls of ramen.

Sang-woo knew it wouldn't end there. Ha sat at the counter and looked at the
screen. with his arms crossed. How long have you been waiting? The alarm went off.

Guest Order No.22: Fruit Jelly.

Sang-woo took the jelly and headed to the smoking room as if had been waiting.

" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Jae-young sighed as soon as the door opened. Sang-woo dropped the jelly on Jae-
young's lap.

"Order it right away." "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"And if you have something to say . Don't sigh."

"It's terrible, it's painful."

"I don't know what to do."

Sang-woo muttered a lot and turned his back on Jae-young. He heard a voice from
behind as grabbed the doorknob of the room. Sang

"I'm going to make you do it until you ask me why I sigh."

Sang-woo laughed in vain. If you have something to say, why waste money and time
choosing such a roundabout way

? what are you sighing for?"

"The laptop is broken."

Jae-young muttered, as if he had expected, as if it was happening. Sang-woo was
intrigued.

"Where is t problem?"

"I don't know. It's just a beep and won't turn on."

"Maybe memory card is missing from the slot or main board problem. If the ram is
missing, you can open it and put it in, but if the chipset has problems, you should
leave it in the AS. Listen and judge how many times it's gone off."

"I'm computer illiterate, so I don't know."

Jae-young muttered wistfully and sighed again.

"What am I supposed to do with this? Should I take it to a hardware store or

something? It will cost about 500,000 won, right?"

Are you a big baby?

Sang-woo turned around and crossed his arms. Jang Jae-young was staring at
Sang-woo buried in a chair. He began to mutter to himself.

"I brought it in, but it's not like I can fix it just because I touch it. I'll play a few games
and find an AS center. I'm worried if there's anything open right now."

"Give it to me."

Sang-woo released him. I didn't feel sorry for him. It was just a desire to solve the
problem if it was in front of them. Jae-young clapped his hands and widened his
eyes.

"That's right, you were in the IT department, right? We're on the same computer. Can
you fix it?"

"I will take a look."

Jae-young took out a green laptop bag without rejecting it. Sang-woo accepted the
laptop and returned to the counter. When he opened the bag, a white 14-inch laptop
came out. It was a foreign product that came out two years ago and I knew it well
because I had used it before.

Wn turned it on, it couldn't start like Jae-young said and there were two screeching
noises. It was a sign that it was a memory problem if it was twice instead of four.
Sang-woo forced the laptop to shut down and took out the cross controller from the
drawer and started taking it apart.
"Is this possible?

When he opened it, the RAM card didn't fall out of the slot at all. Sang-woo
requested a conversation with guest No. 22 through the PC room system.

Messages

: Hotch, no there is RAM. 20:16

Guest22: What is that? Look in your bag. 20:16.

Sang-woo frowned at the nonsense, but searched the pockets of the green bag
because it was worth it. Unbelievably, there was a memory card in it.

Messages

Admin: It's in the bag. Why did you take the battering ram out? 20:18

Guest22: It must have fallen into it because I was shaking it.

"Your computer parts came out automatically, and you ripped the box out ?

That was the most absurd thing Jae-young has ever said. Anyway, when he plugged
in his memory card and turned on the computer, it booted up. But the problem with
this laptop didn't seem to be just the hardware. Boot time was abnormally long.

Sang-woo was speechless when he saw the desk that appeared five minutes later.
The design software icons were depleted and there were folders for images, videos,
documents, and all sorts of bird names. For that reason, he couldn't even see the
face of a female celebrity placed in the background.

Messages

: Boot is too slow. Clean the desktop icon and delete unused applications. 20:27

Guest22: Is it broken? 20:27

Admin: It's not broken. I will install an optimization program for you. If you can, buy
an SSD and plug it in. 20:27

But it wasn't something that was a program. It took him a minute to launch a web
browser, so could see how he'd been using a computer that wasn't very old.
Admin: I think we'd better format it. 20:32

Guess22: Just do it. 20:32

Admin: There is no operating system. 20:32

Guess 22: Come to think of it, there's a CD in t bag.

Who in the world carries a computer operating system in their bag? But surprisingly,
there was a genuine CD in the back pocket of the bag. Sang-woo felt a sense of
puzzlement.

Messages

Admin20:34

I guess 22: I don't know. It's like a gift. 20:34

Administration: Okay. You have to back up your data. 20:35

Guest22: What is the backup for? 20:35

Administration: Get a big USB or external hard drive. If you don't have it, do it on the
website's hard drive. 20:35

Guest22: Find it in the bag. 20:35

No wonder there was a one-terabyte external hard drive in the inside pocket. At this
point, you should call it a bag that has it all. It was amazing that someone who didn't
even know what a backup was had an extra-large external hard drive.

Admin: I will format it. Do you take care of the partitions? 20:37

Guest22: Split drive C and D in half, and the window is 20:38 on D.

Guest22: I don't know a thing, but I've heard it's good. 20:38

Administration: Yes. 20:39

Sang-woo backed up the data on his slow laptop to an external hard drive and
formatted it. After that, he optimized his laptop and installed some basic software.
He felt proud as he covered it. Time passed and he felt better after doing productive
work.
"Hey, your eyes are sparkling."

Jae-young looked at Sang-woo, resting his arms and chin on the counter. Since
when has he been there? Sang-woo didn't notice at all.

"Are you done yet? That's great."

Sang-woo realized later. He spent two hours fixing and formatting his laptop. He did it
on his own without anyone telling him to do it. No matter how bad he doesn't act like
the first time, this annoying personality is a piece of trash. Sang-woo put the device in
his bag with an irritating look and showed it to Jae-young.

"Here you go. The graphics tools don't come back, so don't install them."

"Thank you, Sang-woo."

Jae-young's six-letter words strangely touched his heart. It felt a bit strange. The cost
of two hours of work cannot be replaced by a simple thank you, and the moment he
heard that, was under the illusion that hard work was not worth it. Sang-woo nodded
without meeting Jae-young's eyes.

Just then, a part-time night worker arrived and exchanged seats with Sang-woo. As
Sang-woo straightened his seat and put on his coat, Jae-young stood in the doorway
with his laptop bag slung over his shoulder.

Sang-woo walked without thinking for a while. Then, when the endorphins, which had
been swirling while playing the computer, died down, I was walking next to Jae-
young. Jae-young walked beside Sang-woo, humming a strange song with his hands
in his pockets. No attempt has yet been made to step on, humiliate or harass.

"What are you doing?"

"Hey?"

Jae-young had a look on his face that he found Sang-woo there for the first time.

"Where are you going?"

"Me? Uh... home?"

"This is the way to my house."

"I live here too."

He then explained why he was walking on the side. I wasn't following you, I was just
on my way home.

"Sang-woo, you're good with computers."

"Everything I needed was in my bag."

"I think I should thank you and give you a reward."

"Okay. I did it because you couldn't do it."

He didn't know what he was going to do and didn't want to do it, but Sang-woo firmly
said.

"No, but I worked hard, and I should be rewarded."

"It's fine."

Jae-young stood still for a while and suddenly asked.

"Do you want to see a movie?"

Sang-woo was not interested in movies, but he knew that the equation "movie =
course of the date" was a popular view in society.

"Why watch a movie with you?"

"Huh? I didn't ask you to watch it together. You said you'd show it to yourself."

“…….”

I don't know why there have been so many weird misconceptions since a few days.
Sang-woo felt his breath overflow.

"Sure, then."

He talked and walked as fast as he could walk. It was quite lucky that they were
home. Jae-young stopped walking in front of the studio building. Sang-woo walked
towards the door as if he was running away.

"Good night, Sang-woo."

It was an unnecessarily friendly greeting. Jae-young's greetings made Sang-woo feel

uncomfortable today. For some reason, Sang-woo couldn't ignore it like usual.

"...and you hyung."

Sang-woo said so, whether Jae-young heard it or not, and jumped down the stairs
two at a time.

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Jang Jae-young has certainly become strange.

The intensity of the bullying, which once brought Sang-woo into extreme stress,
sharply decreased, but now it has finally reached zero. Of course that's when you
don't take into account the basic stress of sitting together in class and the other
stress of being around them.
On the second Monday, Jae-young started being helpful beyond not harassing Sang-
woo. It was time to practice Chinese classes and conversational expressions with the
person next to him. Sang-woo tried to make out with a girl sitting to the left, not Jae-
young, but she declined, saying she was friends with another girl. While wasting time
like that, both the students in the front and the back began to practice, forcing Sang-
woo to do it with Jae-young, who was laughing at his face with a stiff posture.

"Kkong-Zuel-Tao-Shao-Tuo-Tuo-Zzang-Tsu-Tsu-Zien?"

Sang-woo first asked in Chinese how long the Seoul station would take. Jaeyoung
said something.

"Is your language like this?"

Sang-woo ignored the comment. Since he thought he just needed to practice,

moved on to the next conversation.

"Woman-Mingtien-Yi-Chi-Kan-Ti-Ying-Ba?"

Let's go to the movies tomorow? While listening to Sang-woo's question, Jae-young

smiled strangely. He coughed in vain and responded quickly.

"n Hao, Khan Snmer Tienying?"

"Is not that."

Sang-woo frowned. The book clearly said, "I don't have time," but Jae-young gave
the wrong answer. He was a bastard who couldn't live a day without playing a prank
knows.

"Do you understand? What do I mean?"

"Fine, you're asking me what movie I'm going to see. Do it right."

"Read, write, and listen to what you're good at. But you're saying it's serious enough
to be intermediate."

"I'm doing what's in the book."

"Language is meaningless if you can't communicate. Different countries have

different ways of speaking, but you don't try to be similar at all."
"Who are you to act like a teacher?

Sang-woo first disliked but remembered the bitter memory of his 'Primary Chinese'
grade, which was A0 only between A+ and the first semester of first grade. As Jae-
young said , the reason for the deduction was the pronunciation.
"Read this."

As Sang-woo struggled to recite the phrase pointed out with his long fingers, Jae-
young's eyes almost closed and his pupils disappeared. covered his mouth with
clenched his fist and smiled, stopping when saw Sang-woo's face,

“Why are you laughing at me when I was right?”

“I'm not kidding, but you...”

He blurred the end of his speech.

"Okay, first you have to do what you do now. A little more."

Jae-young showed an example. Sang-woo copied it as it was.

"Fine. Two stars feel like they are diagonal from bottom to top. Look, like a plane
takes off."

Jae-young raised his arms diagonally and slowly like a plane. Again this time, Jae-
young said it first and Sang-woo copied it.

"Good. You're good at telling me."

Without warning, Jae-young's hand touched Sang-woo's back. A strange sensation

lingered where it rubbed and disappeared a few times. Sang-woo was surprised to
forget how to breathe momentarily. It has been learned that the human body has
evolved to prepare for various attacks from nature. His body instinctively regarded
Jae-young's hand as a hostile threat and seemed to tense his body.

Jae-young did not look at Sang-woo. He moved his hands with a serious look like
he's engrossed in his lecture.

Look at the three stars. I feel like I'm going down, take a spoonful of rice, and then up
again. Try it."

"...Ear-z."

"Oh? It's my first time back. Then try again."

"No-i."
"What's wrong with you all of a sudden? Is it broken or what? If you don't get over it,
you'll never get a perfect score on a play."

Sang-woo took out a cover that had turned into a fan and put it on his face. Jae-
young was turning his back on him to take something out of his bag. Back, he
handed a piece of paper to Sang-woo.

Chinese characters were printed on the paper. He read the story and found that it
was a phrase from a shopkeeper, a shop guest, and a Qing Dynasty voice phishing
fellow. Sang-woo's eyes were wide open. Apart from the clear layout, the symbols of
the Roman pronunciation were written on it. Reading it carefully, unlike the last
handwriting, which only had an example sentence, there was no blank space in the
writing. It took a long time on the internet to do it alone, and even if he had done his
best, there would have been insufficient parts.

When their eyes met, Jae-young smiled.

"You don't have any compliments."

"Have you freed yourself from the curse?"

Jae-young replied that deleted it, but Sang-woo couldn't believe what he was
saying. So he called a teacher who was passing by and asked him to check the script
since he had fixed it. The professor accepted the script with a suspicious look and
read it to him. T corners of his mouth turned up little by little and later burst into
laughter. Jae-young asked r, turning t pen between r fingers.

"What do you say, professor?"

"Last time it was full of nasty lines, and you fixed it well. By t way, I'm expecting a
masterpiece. Should I get a video camera?"

"It's all Sang-woo."

" said that last time, Sang-woo did everything. How does such a cruel curse taste? I
don't know if it's you."

"y, what do you mean bad for your student? That's too much."

T teacr said, putting his hand on Sang-woo's shoulder.

"Anyway, I'm looking forward to next week, both of you."

Sang-woo frowned. Something was strange. It's hard to believe, but now s has no
choice but to admit it.

Mistakes, Jang Jae-young... turned good.

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After t second period, Jae-young got up and yawned and stretcd at t same time. Tn
kept saying, "Algorithm" all t time, just sleeping, as if had done something big.

"You have to eat".

Now 's used to walking t halls of engineering with him. Going down t stairs at t same
speed. And walk to t restaurant togetr and eat togetr. But today, Jae-young stopped
Sang-woo in front of t engineering school.

“Sang-woo, my dongsaeng we have a date today.”

It was totally unexpected. More than that, it was a strange situation. Ty didn't even
promise to have a meal togetr, but Jae-young acted like Sang-woo was waiting for
him. Sang-woo pretended to be happy to release his illusion.

"Wow...."

Clap, clap, clap, clap. He clapped five times and was laughed at. Jae-young took out
the canned coffee from his bag and put it in Sang-woo's hand, looking like a
grandmother with his pattic grandson.

"Eat right, don't get indigestible, make sure you drink water, don't follow strangers,
okay?"

As if was disappointed.

"I've always wondered, are you crazy?"

Jae-young smiled with r eyes. His hand reacd t top of r ad and tn dropped.

“…….”

Wn Sang-woo decided to say something, his back was already far away.

“Is it broken or what?

Sang-woo remembered what Jae-young said in t first period. T word was

much more concerned than t prediction that t Chinese pronunciation was Fujii and
that it would not be possible to get a perfect score in t skit. like this. From some point,
Jae-young would often get closer to Sang-woo than necessary. And
Sang-woo, who was not used to it, would stop t accident momentarily. As if was
literally broken

. new next time.

felt very bad. His stomach was so upset that gasped. Sang-woo walked around t
campus with anger inside.
Jae-young, who had gone far away, was standing in front of t bench. I was with a boy
and a girl. Wn Jae-young said something, t girl laugd and hit him hard on t back. T
boy sat up and laugd, as if had been joking. Wn Jae-young grabbed him with r arms
wrapped around his neck, laugd harder, lying on t ground.

"I feel good".

Sang-woo averted his eyes from tm and muttered inwardly. had no choice but to feel
good. thought that ty were going to eat togetr, but Jang Jaeyoung took care of it.
You can eat on time without worrying about indigestion or being disturbed. It really
was.

Mealtimes, wn nothing was happening, were so peaceful. Sang-woo had a leisurely

dinner and woke up to an empty table except for one female student. T time after t
table was cleared in t output was 12:28, perfect.

After a long time, left t restaurant at t normal time and opened t canned coffee that
Jaeyoung gave him. Family time, family taste, and family air. T walk through t cafe
was nice. It was 12:41 after a walk on t trail. Sang-woo threw a coffee can into t
second trash can in front of t Natural University and aded to t library.

I feel good. told himself.

T library was so densely packed that day that tre was no obstacle to study. After
completing t application and scanning t new book, Sang-woo borrowed t new
programming book and sat down.

Can I read all of this?

Recently, had a meeting because was overwlmed with studying for strange
reasons, but put a thick book in his backpack and took out his main book, it's his turn
to study this time. Tre was no student at t table wre sat. Sang-woo stared at t book
and turned his eyes towards it.

Capacitor, capacitor, inductor, direct current and alternating current…. T eyes turned
to t letters. was clearly decipring t symbol, but it didn't make sense even if read it
several times.

So what did you do?

Sang-woo inwardly groaned and was horrified at himself. has never been so
dishonest in t study of anything. But no matter how reverently approacd, t text didn't
open t door for Sang-woo. A few more readings made him unable to grasp t concept.
It was clear that had fallen behind because hadn't taken t class properly.

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Time passed despite t poor condition. It became a dark night, and again t day
dawned.
T next day started t same day but not everything was t same. Tre was only a leatr
bag with a cross next to Sang-woo and it was empty until 20 minutes had passed
since t beginning of t class. Since it doesn't have an owner, you can clean it up and
sit down, but Sang-woo felt strangely uncomfortable about t fact that tre was no one
next to him that was supposed to be.

Jang entered t back door at t moment wn Sang-woo's electronic clock changed to 22

minutes. T laser beam seemed to come from t eyes of Professor Choi of t Embedded
System, who was looking at him who was late and sat on t desk. Jae-young smelled
like alcohol. Sang-woo wondered if had gone drinking with t people in front of t bank
t day before.

"Because you were late?"

But t whisper of r mouth contained anotr question. Also, it didn't make sense because
it was a question I already knew t answer to. Jae-young, who was lying down, turned
his ad slightly and looked at Sang-woo.

"Why do you think?" "You drank late." "You know very well." "With whom?"
T barely hidden question came out of Sang-woo's mouth. S couldn't even lift r ad
because s was sobbing, but Jae-young's eyes were shining with evil.

"What if you drink with someone?"

"I was wondering who is t least fortunate person to drink with you." "If you want to
drink with me, say you want to drink with me."
"Are you crazy, me?"
Sang-woo wanted to blame Jae-young for not being able to focus in his class, but
hadn't ard anything since tn.

“I have no idea what it is.

Sang-woo often had strange feelings tse days. At t same time, felt like was losing
his sense of family. Meanwhile, t dark brown back of his ad kept drawing Sang's
attention. -woo about t book. couldn't do it again today, could predict it.

Even after class, Jae-young didn't wake up and was falling on t desk.

"Sumbae".

could have dropped it and gone to t next class, but Sang-woo called out to him,

“…Sumbae.”

Jae-young didn't raise his face and only reacd out with his left hand to grab
Sang-woo's arm. T act made Sang-woo feel very uncomfortable.
“Oh. .. I'm afraid of throwing up."

Jae-young said, holding on to Sang-woo's arms with both hands. managed to get
up, took t "blackholic" out of his bag and put it on his desk. Only coffee was left
canned wre stumbled. Sang-woo packed his coffee and aded to t next conference
room.

T preferred position Sang-woo's was a backpack. Sang-woo hung his bag on t chair
and sat down. It was an injustice to clean someone's seat, but I knew Jae-young
wouldn't show up.

sat down in a seat liked for t first time in a long time, but strangely felt bad.
Although t content of t "Algorithm" class was not difficult that day, Sang-woo couldn't
concentrate well.

“I wonder if 's throwing up…

It was Jae-young's responsibility to drink too much even though had a class t next
day. Still, felt a little embarrassed by his sickly appearance. different trials in
previous cases with similar logical structures.

It is Jang Jae-young's responsibility to attend as a substitute.

"So, even if you don't graduate, you deserve it.

Sang-woo fell into confusion. T strange feeling of cracks in consistent thinking didn't
go away until t end of class, or until eating alone in a restaurant.

Sang-woo had no idea. only sat down because tre was a seat and a spoon, so ate
soup. So woke up because t plate was empty. T body mechanically disposed of t
waste and placed an empty plate on t conveyor belt. put t spoon and chopsticks in
different containers and drank a glass of water from t sink.

Tre was no variable, so of course t time was 12:28. Sang-woo walked as routinely as
a car with an automatic driving command entered. Before knew it, was in t canteen
but tre was no drink to buy. realized in front of t refrigerator. T store owner, who was
sitting at t counter, walked over to Sang-woo and toucd his shoulder, showing signs
of regret.

"Student, long time no see. Don't worry, ty'll bring coffee on Monday!" "It's fine".
Sang-woo replied, pushing his hand away.

"I'm so sorry I kept worrying about it. I've been drinking it every day."

Sang-woo's eyes turned to t refrigerator. It was t top row, not t fifth that was empty.
I'm responsible for t drunk's next day! !Patent 999999
hangover relief drink

777 AM

inadvertently extended his hand, tn clencd his fist and put it back on his body. But
his hand extended again. So put it back on his body. His T hands violated t orders in
t brain as if it were an independent organism.
After some conflicts, Sang-woo's right hand won t battle against t brain and opened t
refrigerator. Wn Sang-woo picked up t 777 in t morning, t owner from t shop next to
him said

, "Did you drink yesterday? Take it away. T last student's facial expression report
botred me all t time."

Sang-woo got a free hangover drink. But what do we use it for? Wn Sang-woo tried
to ask for money, t shop owner came back at t counter.

Sang-woo left t store and walked down t path drinking t canned coffee Jae-young
gave him in t morning. threw t can into t second trash can in front of t Natural
University and aded for t library. sat down after requesting a new book and
scanning.

Wn opened his bag, saw a canned drink among his main books. Sang-woo put t
necessary books on his desk and took out '777 in t morning' and looked at it.

" I am responsible for t next day of t drinking whale!

As soon as s saw t word "drinking whale", s remembered Jae-young, who couldn't

hold r body togetr. tried to think of anotr drunk, but couldn't think of anyone. So
imagined a bottle of alcohol or a whale, but t image that once stuck in his ad was too
powerful.

After sitting idle for a while, Sang-woo jumped up at one point and picked up t drink.
Tn, with quick steps, went down t stairs and across t hall.

Sang-woo liked to solve problems. Although it was not his problem, if t words in t can
were true, it could be solved. That was all.

Actually, it was a ratr sloppy idea. Jaeyoung could have had a drink by now. T drink
may not perform as well as t ad. Jaeyoung could have already gone home. Sang-
woo walked steadily even though had questions following his list. I didn't know wre
Jae-young was, so I was going to drop him off at t drama department. That's what
did t best could. Sang-woo had no obligation to do more than that.
On his way to the academy, Sang-woo stopped walking. Someone caught his
attention in the distance. Even her features didn't look good, and he could see that
he was smiling with a wrinkled face. The gesture of a hand moving in the air was
seen several times. The angle of the bent leg was not the same as t others. The
green coat that had taken off was scattered on the floor.

Jae-young was sitting on a bench. And a woman with short, bright yellow hair was
standing in front of him with her arms crossed. looked bad, but looked much better
than in class. The woman laughed as touched her belly, acting up a look of anguish.
When he said something, the woman punched him in the arm. Laugh, laugh, laugh.
The faces of the man and woman were full of laughter.

Sang-woo swayed and walked backwards. scoffed at his feet without thinking. When
he came to his senses, he was in front of the soccer field under construction. The
worker who said strange things to you the other day was now working. Sang-woo
walked up to him. The man in the safety helmet looked surprised.

"Student! What are you doing here at this hour?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Sang-woo gave him the drink had in his hands.

"Take this".

"Eh? What is this...? I stopped drinking."

"Take it anyway."

Sangwoo returned to the library in a month. He's been fooling around all the time
lately, but he's never wasted so much. His heart beat with regret for wasting time
inefficiently.

Sang-woo was looking for a pencil case for pencils in his bag when he saw the silent
cell phone screen glow. In rare cases, a message was sent.

Sangwoo, I'm going first today.

13:27

Free Ride 3: Don't be disappointed.

13:27
Sang-woo stared at the screen. After reading the short text several times, he tapped
the reply box and hesitated for a while.

"Good for you",

"I'm glad",

"Please do it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow".

Several messages were written and deleted Sang-woo finally answered, "Yes", and
threw his cell phone into his bag.
It was clear that Jang was very wrong. Or joking as usual. How could be
disappointed, why would he do that to himself? someone who interrupted
disappeared.

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"Hello, sangchu" said Ji-hye, sitting next to him. 15 minutes passed before the
cultural history class began. Sang-woo shook his head. His gaze turned to the thick
humanities book.

"You still have a long way to go, but you study hard."

"I'm overtaking it."

"I would love to but I can not."

Ji-hye continued to talk to him, but it didn't bother his half as much as Jang Jae-
young slept. These days, he interfered with Sang-woo even when he was away.

"You don't look very happy, oppa."

Sang-woo ignored the comment.

"I'll show you a picture that will make you feel good."

Ji hye's hand, holding the cell phone, became visible. Sang-woo blankly looked at
several photos of the small white dog from various angles.

"Isn't it good? What about this?"

The next photo was of an orange cat. Sang-woo was waiting for her to move the
device. Then saw something strange among the photos that were being displayed.

"Wait, what was that?

" Than? Oh, I took a screenshot while shopping on the Internet, but I put the wrong
folder."

When Ji-hye flipped the screen with his finger, a photo of the keyboard came out.
Sang-woo zoomed in on t small photo and looked at it more. up close. Ninja Tenckiris
with the keyboard processed below. It was black and yellow with LEDs on each
keyboard.

"Filcom ax8990 Honeybee Edition.

" "What?"

"It's a little expensive, but with the Berry switch, it's durable, it's keyed , it's
simultaneous, it's good in many ways. I will probably use it for a long time. Think of
the LED. I think it's crazy. What switch do you want?"
"Oh...what's good for paperwork?"

"So I like the quiet one and not the noisy redness. If you want to be calm and feel the
flavor of writing, you can also make a reed. Congchuk is usually the favorite of the
players."

"Right? Truth? Will we live in bureaucracy?"

Ji-hye asked, nodding. Sang-woo replied after a moment's thought.

"It's a regular price of 198,000 won. It's okay like that? It's a classic that's been
released a long time ago, so it comes out a lot. You can buy the well-managed ones
for about 100,000 won."

"Oh, really? How do I do second-hand transactions?"

Sang-woo spent the rest of his time explaining second-hand transaction tips. Ji-hye
nodded, listened carefully, and even took notes, making it hard for him to stop.

" You know everything."

"No."

When Ji-hye said something strange, the teacher came in. Sang-woo immediately
read a book. A minute after class started, Ji-hye put something in the book. a note
made by shredding a notebook. At first, he was almost mad because he thought he
had thrown the trash out, but when looked closely, there was a letter written on it.

Thank you for teaching me some good information! Please ask me if you don't know
nothing next time. I'd like to help you.

Sang-woo wrote "Yes" at the end of the note and returned it to Ji-hye. But on one
side of his mind, he had a question. What can ask Ji-hye? ?When Sang-woo was
curious, he used to search for books or solve them on the Internet.As a liberal arts
student, Ryu J i-hye understands cultural history topics much better than Sang-woo.
He is sure, but he is also a university student. It is unlikely to give more information
than collective intelligence or professional books in the world of the Internet. Sang-
woo, who pondered over it, found a field that Ji-hye knew much better than did.

'I'll have to ask during the break later.'

Sang-woo wrote a note in his head and focused back on his class.

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"That senior."

It was break time, so Sang-woo started the rhyme. Ji Hye was seriously listened to,
even correcting r posture.

"Whose?"

"That... Chang... Jae-young."

"Oh yes yes."

"Looks like has a girlfriend."

Sang-woo felt puzzled as he spat out the words. What Ji-hye asked was a question.
Sang-woo's question was also perfect when it occurred to him, but when he spat it
out, it turned into a form that was neither true nor false.

Ji Hye, however, luckily didn't seem to be conscious. He answered with a smile.

"Not that I know".

Sang-woo's curiosity was simply resolved.

"I think it's been a while since I broke up with the guy I dated last year. He graduated
from law school. He's so beautiful, he has a nice family, he's a genius, and he's so
beautiful even for a woman."“

And a stream of unanswered information came out,

How do you know that?”

“I've been on social media and hear rumors from time to time.”

“What rumours?”

Ji Hye's mouth moved again. Jae-young was 20 years old, he was offered to learn
from an agency. He said he worked as a model for a short time, but his reason for
dating when was a rookie became a famous singer. Noona, it was information. Ji-
hye stopped speaking while Sang-woo looked bored

, “Not that I care, but my friend likes Jae-young, so I keep telling her.”

“Really? Why do you like him?"

"He's handsome."

was accepted by Sang-woo.

"He's good at sports."

good at skateboarding.

" has a very good personality."

was phrase didn't agree with.

"Isn't that right? You know it well because you guys are so close."

"I'm not close to him."

These days, he's turned into a good-natured asshole, a human horse breed, and a
sadist. just had extreme words in his ad to tell him. Ji-hye, who didn't even know
Jae-young

"That's right, you were mad that you didn't talk about Jae-young earlier. What the
hell!"

Sang-woo pretended not to hear because it was a hit. Fortunately, the teacher came
back in.

Come back 0;

It's time to eat after class. Sang-woo was arranging the books and cases, and Ji Hye
suddenly asked,

"Oh, what happened to that? Cap and earplugs."

"Doesn't work."

The cap was reduced to a fan, and seven coffee cans were left at home, and t he
earplugs were used once and never touched.

"Sorry."t

But Ji Hye had no regrets. Because the opponent is rare. Come to think of it,
promised her a meal in exchange for her advice. Although little help was given, the
promise was a promise, so Sang-woo took outmeal ticket from his wallet and put it on
her desk. Ji Hye stared at the meal ticket.

"Why are you giving me a meal ticket?"

"You said you were going to buy a meal."

"Oh come on. You have to buy it yourself, what is this!"

"buy and eat it."

Sang-woo got up from his seat, carrying a backpack, and Ji-hye put the meal ticket in
Sang-woo's pocket.

"This no, oppa. Please buy it next time you feel like it."

Sang-woo recalled the memory of buying 23,500 won worth of pasta from her. The
price of the school meal was so cap that it seemed like it wasn't enough.

"Okay. I'll buy you a pizza later."

"Really? Isn't that pizza bread or something?"

"I thought you were nice, but you're suspicious.

They left the building. As they walked towards the restaurant, someone called out to
Sang-woo from behind.

"Sang-woo."

There was only one person who could call him that. Sang-woo looked back quickly.
He was breathing as if he had come running in his expected coat.

"Here it is. I found you."

"Why?"

"Why, you're supposed to eat with me."

"With you?"

He has never heard of it. It was clear that Jang had mistaken Sang-woo for someone
else or had misunderstood something. Sang-woo turned around again and walked
towards the restaurant, but this time Ji-hye, who was next to him, was left stranded.

"Uh, Department of French Literature."

"Wow... see you again, oppa. Good morning."

"I know. Did we make our statement?"

"I'm Ryu Ji-hye. . And I actually know your name, because you're so famous..."

Sang-woo tried to walk faster on the street, but they quickly followed him and
overheard the conversation.

"Ji-hye is doing well with Sang-woo. We were together when she came to our store."

"Actually, we met for the first time that day. Sang-woo was kind enough to carry my
luggage... I didn't mean to, but I put too many books in the box."

Why, when you pack, do you have to put heavy things on the back?" I wasn't going to
study it all, and I was just trying to get it over with..."

It went on and on. Ji Hye's words are not over. And Jae-young, Ji-hye, Jae-young, Ji-
hye, Jae-young, and the conversation went back and forth like a ping-pong ball. The
restaurant line thinned unusually slowly.

"Hahahaha! You're so funny. Oh that's right. My friend wants your autograph. Can
you do it for me?"

"Hey, I'm not a celebrity, what's the meaning?"

Before knew it, Jae-young was talking to Ji-hye. If you don't know someone, you'll
think they've known each other for a long time. It was hard to hear them chattering
like sparrows, but the line gradually thinned as they waited. Each entered the
restaurant with their own dishes. Jae-young queued elsewhere to get the special
banquet noodles, but then joined. Sang-woo anxiously searched for a table with only
one empty seat, but couldn't see one, forcing the three of them to sit together.

"Ji-hye has a boyfriend, right?"

Jae-young asked Ji-hye a strange question without touching the banquet noodles. Ji-
hye responded with a bright smile.

"Nerd!"

"Really? I thought you had it."

Sang-woo's eyes turned to Jae-young's face. His gaze at Ji Hye was extraordinary.

"I know. I don't think men know what I'm really doing."

"I know a lot of lonely young people, so just tell me."

Jae-young smiled and sat down with his arms crossed.

"While I'm at it, do you really want me to introduce you? I remember a couple of good
guys. What kind of style do you like?"

He even took out his cell phone and started looking in the phone book. Ji Hye smiled
and looked at him.

"Oh no. I'm just going to study this semester. Thanks just for saying that."

"Oh yeah?"

Jae-young scanned her face and put his phone in his pocket. There was a moment of
silence and spoke.

"And what about Sang-woo? I think it will suit him."

Sang-woo spat seaweed soup into his mouth. Everyone looked surprised, but Sang-
woo himself was the most surprised. Ji-hye took out some baby wipes from her bag.

"Sang Woo oppa! Isn't it too much? Do you feel so bad?"

"Then it can't be pleasurable to be involved in a relationship with someone while

you're there."

"It's just a chat."

"I still don't like it."

Sang-woo stole the stack and soup with a wet set of paper and wiped the table clean
with a set. What kind of situation is this? Sang-woo couldn't quite understand it, but
he was sure it was awkward anyway. He wanted to get out of this position as soon as
possible. Jae-young smiled and saw Sang-woo.

"Sang Chu?"

“Sangwoo's nickname was lettuce when he was young. How cute, isn't it?”

"Really? You must be very close to Sang-woo, calling his nickname."

"Our Sang-woo?"

It was something he had never heard from his mother. Sang-woo felt the instant rice
he had eaten. No one spoke for a while. However, the
calm atmosphere broke his silence not long before it ended.

"By the way, where are you going today?"

"What?"
"Your makeup is prettier than the last time I saw you."

"Hahaha...remember that? Back then, I was a bit comfortable moving my luggage. I

usually pay attention to myself. Hahaha."

"I was talking about last Wednesday."

"Oh…I had a situation that day…I was almost late because I woke up late."

"I see. I also thought that today I would meet someone important because it was
obvious that had paid special attention."

A completely meaningless conversation went back and forth. Sang-woo thought that
such a conversation would not help him digest anything. Maybe because Jae-young
talked too much, Ji-hye didn't look good. Sang-woo sympathized with their difficulties
as if they were his own. Anyone will be upset if you keep talking so you can't eat.

Leaving the food restaurant, he asked a strange question about Ji Hye in front of the
restaurant.

"How did they get close? You have a different style. It's amazing." There was a
mistake in what you said. Sang-woo immediately refuted him. "I haven't found
anything in...."
"At first there was a misunderstanding."

Then Jae-young put his arm around Sang-woo's shoulder. Sang-woo stiffened again
from the trivial act and forgot the time to exhale after swallowing his breath. Jae-
young's arm resting on his shoulder felt heavy like a piece of metal.

"We used to have a lot of bad feelings for each other, but now we have…"

"No."

Sang-woo pushed his shoulder away with the palm of his hand. Jang Jae-young
made contact with other people's bodies very freely. That's how it is. A person who
squares his shoulders, recklessly calls his name, touches his face, does tricks, and
hits anyone who isn't even close.)

Sang-woo hated one thing. Although there is a culture of hugging children frequently
in foreign countries, Sang-woo did not grow up in such a family environment. In
Sang-woo's world, Lee Seong was the only one who could touch him. That is limited.
No matter how harmless it was, couldn't help but feel bad.

"Don't get me wrong. Nothing has unraveled, and it's still t worst. What's t difference
between being nice and being nice? I still don't feel good and I have no intention of
solving it."
"It's been fine for a while, but it's starting up again."
Jae-young's muttering expression was serious. Ji Hye had r eyes wide open.

"You're a parody tomorrow, really?"

With Jae-young's sarcasm, Sang-woo wasted his time advising him not to touch his
body because it was unpleasant.

"Don't come to class. I'm going to play three parts." "No."

Jae-young said lazily, stretching.

"I'm sorry, Jihye. I'll take Sang-woo with me. We have to talk about tomorrow." "Oh
yeah!"
Tn suddenly pulled on Sang-woo's wrist. Sang-woo waved his hand, but this time hit
Jae-young on t back. As Sang-woo was taken aback by such a thing for t first time in
his life, took t backpack from his shoulder. Tn I hit.

"Excuse me? Hotch!"

called out to him, but didn't stop.

"Isn't a real jerk?

Even though Sang-woo was stunned, had no choice but to follow suit. Because
could never predict what would do with his backpack. If it was Jang Jae-young, it
wouldn't be weird to throw everything away." in t sewer.

At first, Jae-young, who was running around, sped up wn s was in danger of catching
up with Sang-woo.

"Get over tre!"

Jae-young ran at full speed with r backpack in front of r. A Once,

Sang-woo's fingertips grazed Jae-young's shoulder, but Jae-young laugd at him and
ran away. Exactly a week ago, remembers playing with all his might, and something
similar was happening once. and again.

"Oh.... It's hard."

Jae-young went to t engineering school, passed by t soccer field, t canteen, and t

school building, and finally reacd t wide lawn in front of t gate. and stopped. Sang-
woo took a deep breath as gasped.

"Give it to me. .....Give it to me."

reacd out his hand weakly, but Jae-young didn't ar him, opened Sang-woo's
backpack as if it was his own, took out t water and gave it to him to drink.

"Are you really crazy? ?" "I guess so."

Sang-woo picked up t bottle had dropped and drank t water. His art was pounding
due to t sudden pounding. T surrounding landscape was unfamiliar. A lawn wre
students rest, lying re and tre Sang-woo had never set foot re in six semesters.

"What are you doing? Sit down quickly."

Jae-young sat up and hit t side with his palm. tn leaned back on Sang-woo's
backpack. Lying with his legs apart, his hands supported t back of his ad with his
fingers crossed. His eyes were closed and his mouth was drawing pleasant lines. T
sun shone brightly on his hair.

"Give me your backpack." "I'm writing." "Give it to me.

pillow."

anotrS reacd down and yanked on r backpack in a surprise move, but s couldn't take
it off because Jae-young had both arms.

“I ard you're preparing your skits.”“I was going to do it re.”

“No desk, no chair. Are you really doing it re?"

"You must have memorized t script. What can't you do?"

won't be able to see himself because Jae-young's eyes are closed, but Sang-woo
nodded. If it's a script, 's familiar with it. felt strange as sat with his hips on t grass.
Sang-woo sniffed t grass and wondered what was doing sitting in such a place.

"Tn I'll start.

" "Let's take a ten-minute break." "Time flies..."

"Is that such a waste-

young took out t coffee can from his bag and put it out. ccked his watch and tre was
still time for a walk around t campus. Sang-woo said yes and picked up t canned
coffee. fell silent as if had slept for a while and called out r name wn t can was half
empty.

"Sangwoo.""What?"
"What's your ideal type?"

Sang-woo frowned and looked at Jae-young, but still closed his eyes in a relaxed
way.

"Why are you asking me such a personal story?"

"In t original 'not a closure' you are wasting your time asking this useless question."

"Yes.
" g-woo answered like this and tn ccked Jae-young's question. Wn summed up t
women who had never thought about it properly but had a positive impression until
now, quickly found a clue.

"I prefer people with a neat appearance and a calm personality." "Oh, a kind of
kindergarten teacr."
Sang-woo ignored t horse and drank coffee without saying a word. Tn a second
question came a little later.

"Wn was your first love?" "I do not know".

"You do not know?"

"T concept is vague. I will reply if you define it clearly."

Jae-young frowned and widened r eyes. Sun-kissed eyes looked brown. Wn looked
into his eyes, Sang-woo was indistinguishable.

"Wtr it's wn you started dating or wn you started having sex, you have to be precise."

Jae-young rolled r eyes with an expression s still doesn't understand.

"Have you never liked anyone?"

"If that's t concept... My first love was wn I was six years old, and t target wasn't a
person."

snorted as soon as ard it, but Sang-woo laugd at Jae-young. Sang-woo did not
believe in t emotional love portrayed in t media. Ty dismissed it as an illusion that
irrational people are confused by sexual desire and
thought it was a lie encouraged by t government to maintain t marriage system.
Everyone goes through that because Sang-woo has never felt such a feeling.

"It's almost time. I'm going to start."

Sang-woo ccked his watch and repositioned himself.

"Peyeni-Peyeni-Tai-Peyeni...."

It's cap. It is cap. Go buy a pack. Wn got to his first line, Jae-young burst out
laughing. Cekbones lifted and clean teeth showed between lips.

"Shin Ching Hao".

"It's not like that. Do it right." "What did I say?" "It feels good".
"Me too." “…….”
Sang-woo sneezed because his nose itcd. Some flies were flying around. No,
is it a butterfly?

returns 0;
At t end of March, t weatr that had been fine for some time turned cold due to t spring
season change. T padded jacket kept him warm, but wn cycled, t biting wind hit his
face. Sang-woo arrived at t College of Humanities with red ceks. placed t backpack
on t seat in t classroom and ccked if had memorized all t scripts for all three roles
(with no guarantee that Jang Jae-young would be present). After confirming that r
memory was intact, s took out r clots and wigs and aded to t bathroom. T right
compartment
was always marked with a glitch, so entered t left compartment.

Four minutes passed wn changed his clots. had enough time to practice one last
time. In t classroom, wre opened t back door and came back, Jae-young was sitting
bent over a bright yellow cloth and looking at his mobile phone. T wig was not worn
properly and t hair was sticking out under t elastic.

An unpredictable person. I didn't know wre to go. It is different from yesterday and
today, and it reverses what promised himself. It was a fatal mistake, but Sang-woo
seemed to have gotten used to it. A bully, a sadist, a scumbag, a race of human
horses. What a mess 's become because doesn't hate it.

Jae-young raised r ad and laugd. As did t same, laugd out loud, pointing his finger
at Sang-woo as if had just seen t funniest scene in t world.

"Why have you come so soon?" "I'm an assistant in t class."

"Oh yeah."

S has never seen him act as an assistant, but was talking nonsense. Sang-woo
moved his legs outstretcd and sat down next to Jae-young. While ccking r lines with r
hands at a temple play, Jae-young ld up r cell phone and took a picture of r face.
Sang-woo covered his face with an irritating look.

"No Please."

"Dress like this normally. It suits you very well."

Jae-young smiled as s reviewed some of t photos s had just taken. Tn turned on t

camera again.

"Sang-woo." "Yes".
"Would you like to take a picture of yourself?" "No."
Jae-young unexpectedly pulled up t chair and sat down next to Sang-woo. His cell
phone screen showed t two of tm wearing silly bald wigs. Sang-woo stood still
because thought it would be alright to guess at least once.

"Smile friend".
But didn't feel compelled to smile even if wasn't happy. Jae-young took three photos
in a row, but r expression changed each time. At first s laugd, t second stuck out r
tongue, and t third had no idea how s did it, but squasd r facial muscles to make tm
ugly.

"You look great in this."

showed Jae-young's photo and said, "In Sang-woo's eyes, ty are all t same." And
everything was strange.

Ty matcd t script in tir spare time. Jae-young carefully listens to Sang-woo's

pronunciation, and if tre's something wants (almost everything)... made tm practice
repeatedly.

Tn t students entered. Unknown people pointed fingers at Sang-woo and Jae-young,

and tn spoke to tm. T Chinese teacr, who arrived a little earlier, smiled at tm. Even in
class, t mouth twitcd wn t eyes were on tm.

After 40 minutes of class, three teams took turns presenting t play for t last 10
minutes. T first team played t role of a Chinese couple traveling to Paris. "I am t Eiffel
Tower" was t main character of t conversation. T second team was about a Korean
university student introducing t campus to a Chinese friend. ( thought ard Sang-
woo's idea.) And it was his turn.

"Following". Jang Jae-young and Chu Sang-woo, please introduce yourself."

Jae-young stood up, stretcd, and smiled at Sang-woo. A confident look seemed like a
person going on a picnic. Jae-young came out of r bag with props such as grapes,
phones, and sticks, as Sang-woo followed him empty-handed. T students clapped as
ty stood in front of tm. Some people took pictures with cameras. T children weren't t
problem, but t teacr had a camera.

After everything was ready, Sang-woo gave his first line. T capness of t fruit was a
promotion. Tn Jae-young, who was hiding behind t pillar, came proudly, fanning
himself and fiddling with t grapes on his desk, ordering price.

Sang-woo made eye contact with him. His eyes said that everything would be fine,
that ty were doing something very interesting. T excitement was unfamiliar, as if
everything would turn out well.

Jae-young has been preparing much harder than Sang-woo thought. T accessories
ty're props, but in t phone call scene, set up t pitch and ending and played it on his
cell phone. Wn t cast changed, Sang-woo changed his clots behind t column for a
short period during t monologue. showed
acting skills as a drama club member and although t lines were slightly different from
t script, t meaning didn't change much. Although t improvisation of asking Sang-woo
if was a robot in t middle was inappropriate, except for that, it was so good that it
looked different.
T reaction was explosive. A video camera and five phone cameras recorded t play
and t sound of t click exploded as soon as it was worth forgetting. T teacr dropped his
scoring pen between laughs. Sang-woo received applause and shouts even though
only said t lines had memorized. had no choice but to admit it. T skit was "carry", as
Jang once claimed.

After t play, Sang-woo high-fived Jae-young's hand. At that moment, completely

forgot t negative feelings had for him before and it felt like a brotrhood.

"It was fun, you two. Best plays I've seen in 10 years."

T teacr, who finisd class early, approacd tm with two thumbs up.looked at Sang-woo
and said,

"And Sang-woo... It takes a lot of pronunciation practice, but it's great to memorize all
those lines correctly."

"Thanks".

"Are you interested in teaching this class as an assistant?" "What?"

"I don't usually have anything to do, but I just need you to come in early and make
copies of t handouts before class on t dates I ask for. It's like handling midterm and
final exam papers and picking up t most important homework." late. You'll get extra
points at t end of t semester and I'll buy you a meal."

Sang-woo finally understood what was talking about. His eyes turned to
Jae-young. Jae-young was looking at t teacr with a serious look on r face.

"Jae-young recommended that I replace him."

T course can be withdrawn without loss for only two weeks. Sang-woo knew that
Jae-young would drop all t tracks before tir third week and has been waiting for that
day. T second week is now only two days away.

"...yes, I will do it."

Wn Sang-woo nodded, t teacr said, "Please take good care of me,"

and turned to Jae-young.
"Great job, Jae-young. Thank you for being responsible for lping your donsaeng."

"No, Professor. I'm too embarrassed to leave him in t middle of class after you said
would be an assistant."

"What are you talking about? It's a celebration to get a good chance.
May I congratulate you on your acceptance in advance?"

"I reapplied, but tre's no guarantee it will work again." "It can't be. Of course it will
work."
Sang-woo had packed his suitcase and was blankly listening to tir conversation. Wn t
teacr asked what was going to do next, Jae-young replied, "I'm going to rest while I
prepare to study abroad." And ty talked about t location of Jae-young's graduate
school.

"It reminds me of wn I studied abroad and I envy you." "Come to see."

"You're good at joking around, and you haven't joined in yet." "T teacr said it would
pass, but it would."
T atmospre was very good but Sang-woo was not laughing. Tre was a bit of sadness
in his mind that couldn't know t cause.

"We should go, right?"

Only wn Jae-young, who was talking to t teacr, suddenly asked, did Sang-woo come
to his senses. Ty greeted t teacr and left t class. Sang-woo quickly changed his clots
in t bathroom and handed over his clots and wigs to Jae-young.

Something unexpected happened in t next class. Tre were no backpacks wre ty

had always been. Sang-woo looked at Jae-young with shocked eyes, and took out
his cell phone with a frown. Jae-young called out to someone while looking at Sang-
woo who was sitting down. T call was so loud that what t otr person said was loud
through t electronic device.

- Yes sir!

"y hooligan, are you kidding me? I asked you to do it for two weeks, and you didn't?"

- Oh, I feel offended. You didn't give me your bag yesterday. "Didn't I tell you?"
- I wasn't in t locker, I wasn't in t practice room, so I thought I could stop again.

Jae-young was silent for a while and covered r eyes with t palm of r hand as if s had
thought of something.

"That's right... I got drunk t day before yesterday and couldn't bring it. Mr. Ai,
someone must have taken it."

- Can we stop now? It may seem like it's nothing, but it's a bit annoying.
Why would you take t position? You're not going to take t class. "Shut up, man. Hang
up."
Are you crazy? Oh, come to lunch later. Choi Ji wants to see you. Let's order some
snacks togetr...

T laughter continued until Jae-young hung up t phone. Ty called him tir hyung wrever
went. So Sang-woo thought, "Every time I say something, I'm going to say
'hyung, hyung.' Jae-young, who put r cell phone back in r pocket, also had a
ridiculous smile on r lips.

"I can't even botr you today."

Only tn did Sang-woo remind him that was being bullied.

"Sang-woo."

Sang-woo sat down and looked at Jae-young. Jae-young said with a smile.

"I couldn't ar it because it sounded like a foreign language. And I almost laugd
because t teacr looks like Pororo more than once. Now you can comfortably take t
class by yourself."

got down smoothly and explained t reason in detail. Sang-woo silently nodded.

"You're going to lunch today too.

nodded again.

"I'll say I don't know, if you buy me something else."

nodded again.

"Yes. Enjoy your meal."

Jae-young said so and put t canned coffee on Sang-woo's desk. Sang-woo was
caught off guard and toucd t back of his neck again. T light touch quickly
disappeared, and it took some time for him to notice. Wn opened his mouth to
get angry, Jae-young walked to t back door. Sang-woo was a little upset because
always backed away. I'll tell you for sure t next time I see you. Don't touch me
because it's very unpleasant.

T class it started because was struggling with nothing to be angry about. T teacr
seemed more like a penguin that day.

thought could concentrate well because went back to his seat, but had symptoms
like t last time of t "algorithm". "Engineering Math 2" it was a subject that Sang-woo
studied separately and followed well among otrs, but nothing entered because his ad
was empty. Wn came to his senses, t class was over.

Sang-woo ate alone in a suffocating mood. What is it? t problem? What is t trouble?
What is t problem? T beginning was Jae-young's harassment. T problem was that
sat next to r and interfered with t class in various ways. But now it doesn't botr Sang-
woo. T cause of t problem is gone, but why isn't your daily life running smoothly?

Wn ccked his cell phone during lunch, tre was a message.

Thanks for your hard work.

11:03
His thumb sitated in t answer column. Sang-woo had nothing to write, so put t device
in his bag. circled t campus twice for his thoughts.

Nothing changed after arriving at t library. felt more and more congested and closed.
It even turned into anger, but tre was nothing could do. Tre seemed to be a at wave
inside r. However, since this has never happened, I didn't know who t target was,
why, or how to resolve it.

"Didn't you go home?"

Originally, Sang-woo thought that should pack up and go home by tn. But t moment
ard Jae-young's voice, that thought disappeared.

Jae-young took out t notebook s forced Sang-woo to buy and opened Sang-woo's
pencil case to get t pen. Tn leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, spread his
notes out on one knee, and began to scribble.

Meanwhile, a strange change took place for Sang-woo. was so angry that his mind
disappeared and his emotions stabilized. T notes started appear again on t page wre
nothing could be read. Sang-woo felt bewildered as began to study again.

"I'm in big trouble."

It seems that t thing with Jang Jae-young is now in a predetermined state. It was
clear that t mind was confused with t normal state because t error was so ingrained.
People assume that t area around Crnobyl, wre t nuclear accident occurred in 1986,
is a land of death, but in fact, tre are living bean birds whose antioxidant levels have
increased abnormally. Just as animals adapted to radiation, Sang-woo adapted to t
disaster named Jang Jae-young.

Jae-young was calm. Sometimes tre was a friction between t paper and t pen, but it
wasn't as annoying as it used to be. Sang-woo felt happy after a long time, self-
taught from what missed in class. It was t first time Jang Jae-young focused on
studying since entered Sang-woo's daily life.

How long has it been? Feeling proud, Sang-woo put down t mechanical pencil for a
moment. Only tn could feel t look on his side face. Jae-young was also drawing a
picture of Sang-woo. Wn t two eyes met, Jae-young smiled and whispered.

"Your hat is crooked."

pressed Sang-woo's ad to fix his hat. Tre was no justification for being angry
because this time it was a preventative action. Sang-woo stood still as if nothing had
happened. T problem was that t palm of his hand did not leave t top of his ad. Far
from going, it was weighing on his ad with an ever-increasing weight.

"Sangwoo, I have something to say…"

T library was so quiet that could ar a particularly loud voice. T weight of pressing t ad
felt much avier than t substance. had to tell r to remove his hand, but couldn't stop
talking. Time seemed to have stopped. T air became avy and sensitive. Sang-woo's
eyes looked at Jae-young's face. If made up his mind, could even see r pores.

Artificial light scattered on t nearly brown pupil surface. If tre is depth in his eyes, how
far away would be? Sang-woo came up with a silly question even though knew t
exact structure of his eyeball. As Jae-young's eyes blinked slowly, t shadows on r
eyelass shortened and tn lengtned again. T front hair was covered with blades of
grass that would have been buried in t lawn.
"Was lying in t same position today?

Sang-woo reacd out and brusd t leaves off t grass without thinking about it. Tn Jae-
young shuddered. His mouth opened slightly, and his red tongue protruded slightly,
looking at t otrs. eyes. His tongue licked at r upper lip, starting at t corner of r right
mouth, moving to t left, slowly. T strangely sensual moment felt very long. Sang-woo
was personally experiencing a special tory of relativity.

Error, error , error.

Anomaly, anomaly, anomaly.

Blood flow circulated rapidly. art pleaded passionately that it was tre. Thud thud thud
thud thud. felt nauseous and goosebumps rose. Body signaled an emergency.
Sang-woo was puzzled and dejected at t same time by a feeling inappropriate for
this situation.
To t East, too... Hundred... Doosan... dry, dry, dry... It's all dry...' Jae -young pressed
Sang-woo's ad.T lips that Sang-w oo watcd
persistently ty rapidly enlarged. Jae-young's lips got closer
and disappeared from view. Tn t pierced ears and t slightly stretcd back hair passed
him by. T smell of tobacco stimulated my sense of smell.

"Come to t movies with me."

Hot breath hit t ear and a whisper passed into t brain. T repercussions of t correct
reading of t symbols exchanged between humans have returned to physical
stimulation. at rose up my throat to my face. It was in vain to try to calm down, t
indolent part of t autonomic nerve functioned beyond t control of reason.

Sang-woo got up from his seat and ran to t door. T chair seemed to have fallen over,
but it was not certain.

slammed t door to t men's room and breatd in front of t mirror. His face must be as
red as a marathon runner. bent down and splasd cold water on his ceks. S wasd r
face over and over again to cool off from t at.

"Are you crazy".

Sang-woo knew very well wn and for what purpose men's penises stiffened. did not
recall being sexually stimulated, but his lower
abdomen stiffened and his genitals became avy, which was a malfunction.

As Sang-woo frantically wasd his face and raised his ad, t bathroom door opened. r
eyes met Jae-young through t mirror, water dripping from r chin.

"What are you...?"

Sang-woo trembled a bit. Jae-young, looking at rself with a slight frown, felt more
threatened than ever. took a step closer. Sang-woo extended his palm to block tir
contact and open his mouth.

"No". "What?"
"I don't want to watch movies."

T words came out in t most direct way. Why does ask r to go to t movies with him wn
s's not even t opposite sex? Jae-young's proposal recently brought down t delicate
dominoes that had been under fire. Because of this, t inner camp that Sang-woo built
was devastated.

Jae-young looked at Sang-woo with narrow eyes.

"Is it my fault? Or between men?" "Between both".

"That's in exchange for fixing t computer. Are you going to run out with t chair down?"

It was a sharp way of speaking that hadn't ard recently.'s mouth

Sang-woo

"You don't have anything on your mind? How difficult it is to be togetr, how can that
be a case?"

"It gets worse. Take it easy."

Jae-young's posture became more and more lopsided. T tension that came to mind
every day wn s met him was left in t air. At that time, Sang-woo wasn't one bit afraid
of Jae-young wn cursed and acted like a bully. But now Sang-woo was afraid that
would speak quietly. But it was not an ordinary fear.

“Don't come at me. Don't touch me. Stop destroying my daily life.”
Jae-young stared at Sang-woo's face for a long time, and tn s turned sullenly
sarcastic.

“Tn I'll pay you for t repairs. How much do I owe you?" "One million won."
"'s doing this again. has a habit of coming off like shit, even if says it nicely."
Jae-young smiled much closer to hostility than goodwill. It was t moment wn Sang-
woo's fear turned into a reaction.

"I love youI said I didn't need a reason. I'd ratr be upset like t first day, don't do weird
tricks."

"What have I done?" "Why are you whispering?"

"So I'm screaming in t library?"

Sang-woo pusd Jae-young with his shoulder and ran fromback to t reading room. T
wide-eyed librarian seemed to wonder if should be stopped.
Sang-woo came out of t door with t zipper in his hand, stuffing things into his bag at
random. But saw nothing behind him.

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!
Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! !
Wrong!
Wrong!

A red warning sounded in his ad.Signs of serious problems in t body.It was so

serious that had to rush to t hospital immediately. immediately.

art - Abnormally high art rate for exercise

. Skin - High at emissions

. Hand tremor. Mouth - Oral dryness a penis... ...of shit.

Sang-woo felt dizzy as entered t house. Without doing anything, fell straight onto t
bed and covered his ad with a blanket.
What happened 20 minutes ago was t most shocking event of his life. Something
similar happened just one more time in t second year of high school.

At that moment, Sang-woo smelled something nice on t way to school and imagined
what was inside t short-sleeved white blouse of a passing woman. At that moment, t
photo of t model's swimsuit that saw at t bus stop made his art pound and his butt
stiffen.

Sang-woo knew exactly what had happened to his body scientifically, but also didn't
know what would happen to him. With a feeling of shame as if were a beast, turned
around and went back home. told his motr t truth after work at night, and luckily it
was natural.

"Do you know what's in your testicles?

We have 200 to 500 million sperm ready for regeneration.

Yes, it's a structure that normally just stores it and releases it through t penis wn
sexually stimulated. You're not in a position to have sex because you are still a
young student so you can use your hands to push t penis until you have a legitimate
person you agree with tre is a perception that it is socially dirty so don't do it in public
and only do it wn' Make sure you don't splash anything on t floor and wash your
hands before and after you start.'

"Okay. Doesn't that make you sick?

"...what unscientific talk is that? Don't worry, it's a lifelong pnomenon for althy men at
t age of 11.'

After that, even if something similar happened, Sang-woo was not ashamed.
Fortunately, his bodily organs were well controlled by reason, so in most cases ty
could be prevented beforehand and could be
quickly put to rest even if ty were sometimes out of control. Tre has never been such
an inappropriate case in his life.

Sang-woo understood that t erection aimed at certain people reveals a man's desire
to conceive an opponent and make him a second-year boy. Reacting to a man
without a uterus was totally out of character for t purpose of t organ.
T mistake that ruined Sang-woo's two weeks seemed to have penetrated his body at
last.

Chu Sang-woo - Broken.

Like t second toilet on t fourth floor of t Faculty of Humanities, it's broken.

Sang-woo spent t day lying down without eating or drinking. was so surprised that
couldn't control his body at will that seriously considered taking a leave of absence.
Studying is important, but if this is allowed to happen repeatedly in t future, it would
cause much more serious problems than delaying graduation by a semester.

I couldn't go to class t next day. Jang Jae-young will also naturally move his
shoulders, pat his ad or whisper without sitation, and Sang-woo's body, which has
been eroded by mistakes, may malfunction like today. Sang-woo turned off t alarm
for t first time in a while and went to bed very late that day.

return to 0;

T next day, even though t alarm didn't go off, Sang-woo woke up at t same time. Not
being able to attend class was painful, but s made t decision to avoid furtr pain. lay
still in bed, though it was time to get up. As lay absentmindedly and played t phone
game, it was class time, but Sang-woo didn't take a step on t bed.

10:00
What would t Professor of Embedded Systems think? From t first day, will remember
that sleeps on his stomach and draws a mustac under his nose, but if it is absent,
will think that it is pattic.

"I'm going to take a leave anyway."

10:10

Searcd how to take leave from school. T procedure was simpler than thought, so
decided to take care of it during t day. T explanation page didn't show how t full
scholarship would be handled mid-semester, so s thought s should contact t school.

10:20

Counted plans that will change due to absence from school. graduated in t first half
of t 26th and plans to get a job at a foreign game company in t second half. Taking
leave will only be delayed by half a year, so t impact wasn't that big.

T biggest problem is that couldn't make games this semester. T games that would
be made and released this time were supposed to be a core portfolio to join a game
company. But it's not too late. If you get a designer, you'll be able to make games
after taking a semester off.
Sang-woo went on t school's internet and reread tir designer recruitment ad. Tre
were several comments on t article which is now 30 pages late and no one read it.

Comments

Rless's comment: If you want to apply for this project, please contact me first, not
Choo Sang-woo in t text. Jang Jae-young from t CD department 010-****-****

Peking Duck's comment: Jang Jae-young! I contacted you. Choi Soo-jin's comment: I'm
calling you. Mr. 선배 0^
└ Mingee03's comment: Oh, it's too late. But I still texted you.

└ Scap-jjangS comment: Is it closed? ᅲᅲ

Comment by ID YOOHYUNJEONG: Jang Jaeyoung, are you participating? I sent

you a text message.

Sang-woo did not receive any messages, but tre were more than 10 comments
saying that contacted him. Sang-woo suppressed his irritation and copied and
posted a new message. deleted t previous message that Jae-young had messed up.
If I hadn't already put up a bad rumor in t CD department, I'd try to find a freelancer.

10:36
Boom, boom, boom.

Someone knocked on t door. I don't know wre t package will come from, but what
happens? Sang-woo got up from t bed.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

T intensity of t knocking on t door grew louder. Whoever was, was clearly impatient
and rude. As approacd t door to peer outside through round glass, ard a
tremendous roar.

"y, Chu Sang-woo!"

Sang-woo stood at t front door in an awkward position on one foot.

"I know you are. Open t door." “…….”

"You are not going to answer?"
Sang-woo kept his eyes open and frozen for fear that would make a small noise as
moved.

"You don't answer me, bastard."

Tre was a stream of abuse. Sang-woo easily understood t situation.

didn't go to class. Jang Jae-young knows his address because s followed him to t
front of
his house. T bike is tied to t rack, so can guess that Sang-woo is home. T rack
contains t address of t owner of t bicycle.

Sang-woo wept, glaring at his opponent beyond t door.

"Get out of t way before I break it, with a avy blow."

Bang!

Tre was a noise so loud that was worried t door might have been smasd.

"Opens". "No." "Opens!"

"I said no. Why are you telling me to open someone else's door?"

Tre was silence for a while. T opponent who was banging on t door calmed down for
a while. Sang-woo stared at t door.

"y, cwer. Is it so horrible that I asked you to go to t movies?"

T sound of his panting was ard. Sang-woo's art went up and down.
"Are you in class? Are you a bloody bastard trying to get a seat five minutes before t
Earth is destroyed?"

"Think whatever you want." Kung

This time it was a faint sound. Sang-woo could see that Jae -young leaned his back
against t door

, "I asked him to watch a movie and turned trash on me. Are you going to take a
leave of absence?"

Murmuring was like talking to myself.

"Let me try. Why don't you write t reason like this? Shit, I took a leave of absence
from school because my hyung, Cock-a-doodle-doo, was hanging around and asked
me to watch a movie."

"Shut up!"

"Who says you're kidnapped, imprisoned and tortured? Is going to drug you and take
out your organs?"

"That can't be good! It's creepy between guys…”

“What's that Gojoseon mind for? I only watch movies with boys. I saw it yesterday
too."

"I didn't. I only see people dating on t premise of marriage. So don't yell in front of
someone else's house and get out of re!"

Through t door ard a mixture of curses that consisted of a faint sound. Tn tre was a
sigh.

"How much time and effort have I put into you? , cwer, what do you think of a man?"

"What do you mean you bullied me first?"

"Two days, two days. And you've been begging for t rest of t week. I have never done
this type of shoveling since I was discharged. Thank you so much for t opportunity to
shovel.

" "Are you a character breaker? What are you doing that makes you angry with me?"
"Let's not talk."
His voice was devoid of anger, perhaps because it was quite unpleasant. After a brief
pause, a thin piece of paper slipped through a crack between t door and t floor. It was
a movie ticket with a movie on it.

"eat and watch. I'm not even going to sit next to you." "Get out of my sight now,
instead of saying such a thing."
"Get out of re, asshole. And don't ever come into my sight again."
Wre is t person who is already home supposed to go? It was as if a candle told t wind
to go out. Soon tre was a storm of footsteps. and regulars gradually faded, and at
some point ty could not be ard.
"Good for you."

Sang-woo was so angry at that moment that completely lost his intention to take a
leave. put on unwasd clots so as not to arrive late for t next class. Everything that
had been troubling until Jang Jae-young came to visit became a blur. As left school,
Sang-woo had a strong desire to finish this semester.

"Don't get out of my sight again.

It was the second sound heard. He felt dirty then and now, and he was glad to hear
it. Seven minutes after hearing it, Sang-woo came out of the house fully dressed and
loaded his backpack. He pedaled until broke his legs and headed to school. After
arriving, first period was almost over. Sang-woo headed to the engineering school,
blowing his nose.

Jang Jae-young declared that he would leave his life, so his worries disappeared.
The only thing left is to restore the place that the typhoon swept away. Sang-woo
stood in front of room 303, waited for a person to come out, and sat down on his
clean seat. More than ever, opened his main book and read the notes. The deputy
director's nerves sent out adrenaline like wildfire.

The anger towards Jang Jae-young became a good driving force. Sang-woo made
eye contact with the professor with sparkling eyes and took notes with enough pen
pressure to tear off the paper. He memorized everything he heard. Just by looking at
the problem, the solution popped into his head. He felt like he had a fever whrn
played the game. His heart was pounding.

I couldn't bear the fact that the hidden daily life was ruined by Jang Jae-young. Sang-
woo lived much fiercer than usual on Fridays and weekends with the determination
not to be a victim. He would sit at his desk and study for hours without getting lost,
and during his part-time job, would solve the questions that came up with the
assignments. He looked at the books with wide eyes and barricaded himself in,
without asking the slightest question.

When returned home on Sunday night, fell on the bed.

The three day long "Fever Buff" was at the end of the day. Sang-woo felt a bit gloomy
and very tired. He tried not to think about anything, but lying down and looking at the
ceiling filled his head with various thoughts. It was all about a person, like the sudden
appearance of a hand, the abusive language of evil, the name of a friend, the slow
lick of a person's tongue. In the brain, a virus called Jang Jae-young seemed to be
proliferating exponentially.
The phenomenon continued even after the lights went out. It was a bad night.
returns 0;

week three. A perfect program with a debugged error was driven.

8:30 AM, Wake up, exercise, shower, eat breakfast.

9:16 School

9:24 Arrive at school

9:30 PM Arrive, set up, review

10:00 First class begins

Go to 10:50 class

11:00 Second class begins

12:00 Move out restaurant, lunch

12:28 Go to canteen, buy coffee, go for a walk

12:45 Library move, new book confirmation, book loan, assignment pool

6:00 Restaurant move, lunch

6:28 Return home, brush teeth, change, rest

Game 7:00

9:00. Study game trends, identify community trends.

10:00 Study the programming language

12:00 Reserve a seat in the library, take a break

12:30 Bedtime

Sang-woo went to school at the same time, sat in the same seat, and took classes in
the same position. The "embedded system" class was as new as it was for the first
time. It was almost the first class for Sang-woo because he couldn't concentrate at all
due to the frequent interruptions at that time. The
teacher called Sang-woo after class, who was too busy revising 5t parts to study h
them separately.

"Student, bring you closer after this." "

Yes".
The teacher will give you a separate lecture. In the past, he would have felt the sky
collapse, but Sang-woo's expression from putting books in his backpack was serious.
So many strange things happened that this level of stress seemed like nothing.

Sang-woo got up from his seat and headed to 6t prayer room. The teacher was fixing
the microphone.

"Called?"

Sang-woo's voice was gloomy as said it.

"You were absent last time. Why?"

The teacher turned the microphone and said...

"A senior with hot peppers stirred and whispered to watch a movie so I got a boner
and skipped class intending to take a leave of absence from school due to to shock."

Sang-woo bowed his head.

"Sorry".

"Where is the student next to you who sleeps every day?"

"Maybe dropped out of the course."

The teacher fixed the microphone, handed it to his assistant, and stared at Sang-
woo. His eyes were fierce and sharp, but Sang-woo felt nothing.

"I look forward to it, Sang-woo."

"Do you know me?"

"Where is the teacher who doesn't know you in our department?"

The professor smiled slightly. It was so faint that it didn't even look like a smile.

"I was disappointed at first, but it's not too late. Let's settle down from now on."

"Yes".

Sang-woo saluted and headed to the restaurant. It became a habit to eat sideways
for fear of someone sitting next to me. But no matter how much he looked around the
restaurant, no one seemed to want to sit next to him. Sang-woo finished his meal at
the usual time and headed out.

As soon as he entered the canteen, the shopkeeper yelled.

"Student! Coffee is ready!"

"Oh yeah."

"There are plenty, so take your pick."

Although Sang-woo didn't control it, his feet naturally headed for the front of the third
refrigerator. His hand opened the door and took out the canned coffee from the fifth
level.

"I have seven at home.

He opened a can of coffee on his way out of the canteen. It must taste the same as
before, because it's a different kind of coffee. Strangely enough, Sang-woo realized
that it wasn't delicious. Not everything came back back to normal.

Back 0;

One week went through the routine. Everything was in place and everything was
normal. Only Sang-woo himself has changed.

Sang-woo was depressed for the first time, but worked and studied harder. But life
was creaking everywhere. Concentration deteriorated and it took a long time to think
about what it means to listen to a person. The game was not fun and everything
became problematic. There was a time when I brushed my teeth, read a book, would
walk down the street and stop suddenly as if was late. At times like this, he had to try
to distract himself and go back to what was doing. It was very annoying.

In front of the lecture hall, the stairs of the School of Engineering and the School of
Humanities, in front of the restaurant, and the bible ioteca. At first, he thought that
Jang Jae-young's slow walk was due to his habit of avoiding him. But it didn't fix it
even though knew it wasn't 100% likely.

And there was a little problem. They were terrible symptoms like taking three
chopsticks to eat at a restaurant, wearing clots inside out, wearing socks unevenly,
sitting for 10 minutes doing nothing.

It was until Tuesday. Before he saw Jang Jae-young at the front door.

He was not wearing a red quilted coat or a green coat. Again, wearing glasses, he
was standing in a baseball jacket that Sang-woo first saw, smoking. In front of Jae-
young, two male students were playing happily, swinging on the skateboard.

Sang-woo wondered how he found Jae-young from that distance, among the people.
Maybe it's because of his unique pompous posture, because he's tall, because 's
skinny, or because has a nice smile.
Sang-woo was unfamiliar with himself thinking such a thing. Although he quickly
passed Jae-young, the fact that he saw him brought him a slow and boring day. A
short fever mode with adrenaline secretion has arrived.
Although it didn't last long, Sang-woo felt for a moment that had returned to his
original state.

Chu Sang-woo - Broken.

Once again, that fact penetrated Sang-woo's thought circuit. He bent down, washed
his hands, and sat at his desk like a soldier in the rain. He saw a message on his
phone. Sang-woo felt his heart sink, but when opened it, didn't expect it.

It's not saved: hello. I contacted you after the announcement. I'm in third grade with
Dejan and I'm interested in the game you're trying to produce.

How do I do it?

16:52

Why aren't you motivated when you've been waiting for this call? Maybe it's because
you found seven spelling errors. Sang-woo wrote his email address in the reply
column and asked him to send his portfolio. Then he went to lock the screen, but his
finger was opening a message sent by someone else.

Thanks for your hard work.

12 days ago

The photo was full when you tapped the thumbnail. Beside Sang-woo, who was very
stiff, Jae-young was smiling and sticking out his tongue. Fluorescent lights glinted off
the rubber wigs on their foreads. Come closer, come closer, come closer. Jae-
young's face filled the screen of his mobile phone. The picture quality was so bad
that he didn't like it.

“You said you were going to use social media, right?

Sang-woo put down his cell phone and turned on the laptop. He used various
methods to shorten the boot time, but it was hard to wait. As soon as the desktop
appeared, he opened a web browser. Internet and logged on to the SNS, which he
had only created one account in the past. There were only two people who followed
Sang-woo.

Little sangchu, don't you answer the phone?

What month is sangchu in season?

A few years ago, some of t5 red ones written by middle school and high school
friends came in private messages. Sang-woo looked for Jang Jae-young in the name
window. There were a lot of people with the same name, but the version he was
looking for was at the top with many followers.

Jang Jae-young (Jae. J) Graphic Designer / Graffiti Writer / Skate Boarder

The introductory article was short and there was a link to the portfolio page below.
There were 22 posts, not many. The last post was a photo taken with Sang-woo on
the day of Chinese satire.

"With a pretty young lady."

Looking at the upload time, it was before the relationship broke up in the library.
There are more than hundreds of things that Sang-woo has never seen.

When he woke up, Sang-woo had already maximized the photo and captured and
stored it so that Jae-young's comments could be viewed. entered Jang Jae-young's
world in earnest.

The first publication was an autobiography published early last year. Under the short
post, "Please take good care of me," were comments filled with arts and tear icons. A
pointed piercing appeared. The bleached hair was disheveled and pale orange.
There was no expression on his face.

"It's really bad. You look like a punk."

Sang-woo stuck his head out as if sucked into the monitor and saved the image.

The second was a post marking a workshop. Jae-young seemed to help his in his
work because he knew that president of 'Olive Tree'. In front of that the cafe, there
was a photo of him standing with the boss and the day and time of day of the week.

"That smile must be pretentious.

Save.

The next message was also a promotional message, followed by a personal photo.
This time, he was sitting in front of the computer wearing a black beanie hat and
glasses. The hair color was still bright. The darkness outside the window seemed to
be doing homework all night

, "Why is a man so good? A photo of the production.

Keep.

Next, next, next. The mouse moved wildly. In the suit photo, Jae-young was posing
awkwardly with his friends.

" is interested".
Keep.

In a short video of him falling while practicing his skateboarding skills with a helmet
and guard, was sitting on the ground and smiling.

"...silly.

Save.

In the next photo, Jae-young was holding a spray can in front of a large wall with
weird fluorescent letters and a black tongue.

"I've painted a monster like a zigzag.

Save.

In the other frame, he was wearing thick theatrical makeup and closing his eyes
against the black background.

'…….'

Keep.

A human smile, an interesting flash, a playful mouth, a sarcastic smile, a villainous

smile. It was not reasonable to define it in one word. Sang-woo suddenly
remembered wn was six years old wn first saw a forklift model. After asking for it
every day for 15 days, r fatr secretly bought it from r motr. It felt that way even tn.
Even now, in his mid-20s, Sang-woo's art pounds wn sees t forklift.

Sang-woo watcd and saved all t short play videos, play promos, skateboarding
videos, and graffiti videos posted on YouTube, and googled Jae-young's ID to find
his interests, and even found his list YouTube playlist composed of electronic music.

What's up, Godgatnova, like this season? to ascend to aven soon

Don't buy t cap because it has been pressed wrong. You are very naughty, but you
will break it.
Sang-woo found and read t few comments left on t Internet community and even
product reviews from shopping malls. Going into t portfolio page, we saw all of his
graduation and competition works, outsourced websites, indie singer concert posters
and banners, magazine illustrations, and graffiti and hobby illustrations. searcd t
school intranet and read all t entries for t tater department, t play
promotion, and t exhibition promotion.

(Five minutes) Meguo Box Men's Hall.

In the dark dawn, Sang-woo finally came to his senses while reading the entries six
years ago.
"What am I doing now?

The "Jang Jae-young" folder, created on his desktop, had 36 photos and nine videos
arranged by date. Sang-woo opened them one by one and found himself
appreciating them more and more. He only remembers having met Jae-young and
had argued or grumbled,
but thought he was getting close to him. Enough to call him something else.

Sumbae, what have you done to me?

When Jae-young, who first met him in a room of

computers, cursed the ramen noodles in front of him and asked not to see tm again,
it was just a small error of form. However, even after detecting the error, the program
does not work as before. Like the seven cans of coffee in the refrigerator, the little
glitch that had crept into Sang-woo's mind hadn't disappeared.

"There must have been a code in the erased sauce.

It has been 12 days since he fought Jang Jae-young. The coffee lost its flavor, the
game became boring and depressing. Sang-woo was originally far from being a
human being influenced by emotions. But how many emotions have you consumed
in three weeks?

i) Severe irritation, severe anxiety, injustice - 2 days ii) Mild irritation, mild anxiety,
doubt - three days
iii) Confusion, anger, distraction - six days. ib) Depression, anger - 12 days.

Jang Jae-young's presence was the cause of i), ii and iii) which were resolved when
disappeared. However, the cause of the ib) was Jang Jae-young's absence. Sang-
woo, who had been ignoring the fact for more than 10 days after the collapse, he
concluded that he would not be able to do it. Turning away was not a problem that
would go away. So, had to show his face to fix the problems.

He examined the cause of the problem, the relationship between himself and Jae-
young's interests, and the circumstances. The more complicated the problem, the
simpler the solution. They eliminated the irrational elements (strange feelings,
uncontrolled bodies, etc.) and analyzed only the situation. The reason Sang-woo is
dissatisfied is because Jang Jae-young disappeared from his everyday life. So, he
should bring him back to life.

Several options have been combined to produce an optimal solution. The conclusion
was one thing and did not see another. Sang-woo always preferred t5 shortest
distance. He didn't want to leave a shortcut behind.

Return 0; "Sorry".
While eating after cultural history class, Sang-woo called Ji Hye. He raised his head
while eating soup.

"I promised to buy you a meal."

"Yes Yes."

"I'd like to buy it for you today."

A smile spread across his expressionless face. Sang-woo thought that he must be in
trouble these days.

"If you're going to be accepted, come to t 'Olivo' at six o'clock."

"Oh! It's the first place we ate together, oppa. Do you remember? But it's really
expensive there…"

"I know. Are you going to accept it or not?"

"Well, well."

Ji-hye seemed very happy to get an expensive meal. Sang-woo asked for her cell
phone number in front of the restaurant because they might cross paths. Ji-hye
stammered out the number.

"What was your last name?"

"It's Ms. Ryu."

He put it away as 'Ryu Ji-hye in French literature' and put his phone back in his bag.

"Do you know my name?"

"It's Ji Hye."

"Oh... I thought you didn't know."

Ji Hye tried to test Sang-woo's memory.

A little after six in the evening, Sang-woo and Ji Hye lined up in front of the
restaurant. Sang-woo never wasted his whole life waiting and doing nothing to eat,
but he thought he could bear it on this day.

"I think I'm on the spot. I'm going in."

A bell rang as the store clerk opened the big door on the second floor. As soon as he
entered the store, my eyes darted from one place to another. All the tables were filled
with guests, and three of the employees were walking around in black aprons.
Jang Jae-young was taking orders from a table far away from Sangwoo... The note
scribbling on his hand must be so bad that he can't read it. After Jae-young finished
writing all the letters, he put the note in his apron pocket. When he turned to Sang-
woo, Sang-woo thought that their eyes met. However, he seemed to be wrong. Jae-
young quickly entered the kitchen.

“…….”

The idea that came to take orders, like last time, must have been very naive. An
unknown man approached the table and asked what would order. After Ji-hye
ordered pasta vongole, Sang-woo ordered the top menu.

"Oppa, you seem to like seafood. You had lobster the other day."

Ji-hye smiled and said that after the part-timer left...

"What?"

"You make me go to school. Well, isn't that just someone who knows? I saw it again."

"What the hell are you talking about?

Sang-woo was busy looking where Jae-young was. At the same time, he couldn't say
a word to Ji Hye. Then he saw Jae-young walk out of the kitchen and head towards
the exit. Wearing an apron and going out means working for a while.
Do you have any urgent business? Did you avoid it after seeing yourself?
Wasting time asking difficult questions. Food is served. Jihye ordered a regular
spaghetti, but Sang-woo was a mixed mussel soup. Sang-woo wasn't a picky eater
but hated having to peel it. had no choice but to grab a spoon and fork and start
eating the mussel meat.

"Delicious?"

"No."

"I'm sorry."

Even during the meal, the cold gaze kept turning towards the door. Jae-young didn't
return until Sang-woo took out half of the mussels with his mind on task and put them
in his mouth. Sangwoo was so upset that he couldn't take it Ji Hye looked surprised
as he stood up. and foot.

"Oppa, where are you going?"

"I'll be right back."

"I'll leave you again!"

"You can leave your wallet."

Ji Hye was a good but doubtful girl. Sang-woo handed over his wallet as a hostage
and got up from his seat. As he walked out the door, his steps grew faster. He went
down the stairs as if were running down themm. And as soon as he left the building,
he stopped.

It was a shady place, but he was able to recognize it at a glance. Jae-young was
leaning against the side of the building, talking on the phone and smoking. Sang-
woo's heart pounded as he looked at him. The villain who broke into everyday life
became a wanderer.

How long must he have watched, the shadow of Sakaman's eyes looked at Sang-
woo. Jae-young frowned at a framed scene from the Noir genre game.

"For the time being. I'm taking a break now, but…"

For the time being, Sang-woo thought he could hang up and come talk to him. This is
how it looked.

"No, I'm not busy, so tell me."

However, Jae-young just looked away from Sang-woo and brought a cigarette
between his fingers to his mouth. He put his cell phone between his ears and
shoulders and looked at his wrist watch.

"Jae-young, sumbae."

Sang-woo said. Jae-young's gaze at the wall slowly returned to him. Sang-woo made
eye contact with Jae-young and said,

"Say you're busy and hang up. I'm going to tell you something important."

BLUE

Jae-young believed in many cases that young people can win loyalty if they treat
them with restraint and buy them food. There has only been one young man whose
work has not worked. Dining with a look that made him doubt if the pizza was made
of clay, it was like a machine tasked with destroying the food and sending it down.
The risotto wasn't bad either, but it was a face eating raw rice. It's not like he's picky
when he sees him eating in the student cafeteria without complaining every day.
In his fifth year in college, Jae-young was very good at recruiting young players.
Guys and girls have different ways of making a good impression. The boys are
usually loyal when shown skateboarding after being stuffed with delivery food.
Female students must stay in t same boat, but ty must be more careful. Ty have to
talk and laugh often to give them impression that they are close. In that sense, Chu
Sang-woo wondered if it was a third surname.
Jae-young did everything he could to attack Sang-woo. Cho chose only mild
language to minimize the act of teasing him (although tre was a time when Chimi
couldn't control r romp) and gave him coffee every day to suit his routine-oriented his
opponent's characteristics. Although it was counterproductive, t cartoon was also
carefully drawn and even featured a skateboard, a secret weapon, to take him home.
At this point, if I had known how to do it, I would have brought it up.

"You have nightmares."

It was amazing that none of tm worked. Jae-young wanted to push back because
wanted to be a new person, but pushed harder because was frustrated with his
arms.

"There must be a way for mechanical humans to do that."

On Sunday, when he was the most angry at webtoons with his slow laptop, Jae-
young had a good idea. His obsession with taking away his laptop to get his
dongsaeng's attention was also unusual. Once Jae-young was into it, immersed
himself in it. He would obviously refuse to do so if asked to format it, so went to the
computer room, pulling up all the necessary devices.

Sang-woo performed smoothly as Jae-young expected. When dealing with people, I

always had a long face, but wgen I played the machine, my black eyes sparkled.

"I heard that working men are sexy.

Jae-young was intrigued and looked at Sang-woo for a long time, leaning on the
counter. Sang-woo, who finished the format that he didn't even ask for, and even
optimized it, looked cute.

It's hard to explain why. Choo Sang-woo doesn't have the style of a puppy, a cat or a
rabbit. To put it bluntly, although it was hard to find a resemblance the between
ordinary mammals, clearly had a cute side by side.

He's waiting change the signal even in front of the city's crosswalk. He hasn't strayed
a step from his plan. He was different from Jae-young, who boasts of his free-spirited
and impromptu personality. But his features, which would have been ignored if they
had been the same as before, they began to be regarded as a sweetheart after a
ridiculous process.

He seemed more and more likeable wn was frank, but answered wn asked
something, worked hard wn tre were tasks and had a poor promptness. enunciation
in Chinese class without making minor spelling or grammar errors. Also, his
appearance has always stimulated Jae-young's curiosity. White skin covered in dark
clots, and a regular obsessive personality to r. Would you feel this way if a Disney
deer, which evolved into a dark attribute, was typing on a typewriter?
"Cyberpunk background, dark rbivores surviving alone on t Earth destroyed by
nuclear war and don't feel anything strange.

In a way, it was natural to be attracted to t fact that t sensitive Jae-young was hidden,
inverted and in a different way outside.

I wish I could have done that. Jae-young began to feel a sense of crisis. It's desirable
that t older ones think that t younger ones are handsome, but how far can ty be
allowed to go? For example, the fact that Sang-woo scribbling on his nose was cute
and there was nothing wrong with laughing. But what if felt t urge to bite the back of
his head?

He wanted to take off the hat that seemed to be stuffed on top of his head, which he
thought for a long time, but after seeing his bare face, I was more thirsty than
curious. I wish I'd taken off that jacket. I wish I'd taken off that T-shirt. I wish I'd taken
off his shoes and socks.

How thin are they? His shoulders, what shape are the toes, a lot of body hair, and
what color are his nipples?

You were right, Sang-woo. You are rubbish.

Whenever he thought of something that couldn't say no matter wre went, he felt
lucky that Sang-woo wasn't a supernatural power. If could have seen Jae-young's
conscience, how many times would have called his favorite number 112?

The worse the condition, the harder Jae-young wrapped up on the outside. It was so
easy to act like a good sumbae often. Can you use '~hanihani? ~???' and lower your
voice tone to speak quietly and laugh often. So people thought Jae-young was nice.
Sang-woo was no exception but seemed to be torn between the red padding and the
green coats. Meanwhile, it was childish for him to be mean to a female student who
attended Sang-woo.

"Your makeup is thicker than the last time I saw you."

His donsaeng (Ji hye), who was in the morning drama, Said t lines with a fierce look
on her face and wanted to make a ruckus. At the same time, thought, "Why are you
so close to her? You're such a jerk." It was very good for a six year old. When Ryu Ji-
hye was running around, Jae-young was a bearded high school student. What was
done with a slight opportunity was going crazy.

So he wondered if it was a feeling of love. Chu Sang-woo was a weirdo, but Jae-
young was attracted to objects that stimulate curiosity. But the problem was that
there were too many ideas. Once Jae-young didn't have much time left. He applied to
graduate school again. It was a place that had already been approved once, and
based on the nuance of the email from the person in charge, thought he would
approve it if nothing happened.
The most serious problem was that Sang-woo was a male student. A few years ago,
Jae-young went on a trip to Europe and got carried away with the environment and
slept with a handsome little gay man, but never intended to date a man.

There's nothing I can't do, but I couldn't imagine my opponent being abstract. When
men watch movies together, ty think the world is going to end.

The conclusion was that it was impossible for him to think this way or that way. So
Jae-young could be more self-indulgent. Using his confidence that would never
cross the line, and his good upperclassman image as a mask, Sang-woo stabbed
him even though it was obvious hated him.

Time flew by. Contrary to the idea of stopping it for a few days, up to two weeks have
been filled with various pleasures. Though not as close as intended, moved closer
to Sang-woo. As long-awaited course correction period drew to a close, Jae-young
grew increasingly disappointed.

He supposes that's why be prepared such a difficult Chinese performance. You have
never worked so hard on your liberal arts homework. He did his best to prepare
costumes, props, translations, paperwork, and pronunciation tips. In case he couldn't
wake up, set 10 alarms and packed a bunch of props and headed to school. And as
soon as saw Sang-woo's back when went to change, he knew was doomed.

Jae-young was excited to see him walk in a straight posture when there was no one
in the hall and no one saw him. A navy blue collared shirt with a worn look, straight
black pants with creases at the ankles, and a black cap that deserves a burn. There's
nothing to get excited about just looking at the explanation, but it really was. Jae-
young was embarrassed when felt like was the lead in a romantic movie under the
theme of a wig.

Things happened when he thought that Sang-woo had opened his mind a bit after
successfully finishing the skit. He insisted on seeing a movie, but was coldly rebuffed.
As Sang-woo guessed, Jae-young had no intention of upsetting or hurting him at all
and just wanted to see his side face staring blankly at t screen in t dark. To be
honest, asked confidently, knowing that s would allow that. How much did you
invest?

Why do men watch movies togetr? It's hard to be with you. It made sense. Although
Sang-woo has often wanted to hit him with rude talk, has never seen anything
wrong. It was Jae-young who laughed at being rejected every time, but it didn't go
well then. He tried very hard, but the lid popped open when thought it didn't work.

Jae-young fought on the spot and destroyed the tower had built. He is a master of
acting, who can make people believe that an unassuming person is an angel, and it
was not easy even to be shy in front of Chu Sang-woo.

When he got home, he reflected. The idea of "Bitch, you have to lose yourself
because you hate him so much" and the desire to end the relationship "I still want to
end it properly" were tense. After a close race between angels and demons, t devil
won.

"But that is not the case".

A demon that hides the gloomy desire to see Chu Sang-woo's face once more.

The next day, Jae-young imagined calling Sang-woo out of the room calmly,
pretending to be fine, and giving him a movie ticket before the "embedded system"
lecture began. Although it was full of tricks, thought could boost his self-esteem with
so much paint. But no matter how long waited, Sang-woo didn't show up.

Chu Sang-woo is probably the most obsessed with checking attendance at Hankuk
University. The sense of betrayal felt when he didn't show up even after classes
started was beyond imagination. How can you he hate him so much? He didn't ask
him to join hands. He just asked him to watch a movie. Jae-young, whose pride was
crushed, ran to Sang-woo's house and cursed him with a wrinkled form.

In the end, Jae-young was unable to be a good superior to Chu Sang-woo. The only
way to hide the regret and ruined self-esteem was to threaten to never see each
other again like the first day of face-to-face conversations. He's a good senior, and
quits cleanly.

Since then, Jae-young hasn't even entered school, unless Wednesday is the day he
has a "Korean University Student Character Education" class that he doesn't want to
talk about. Even on the day of class, he avoided Sang-woo's route.

Wednesday happened twice, day and night, while drinking, playing pool, bowling,
going to clubs, games and movies with strange friends. Although he uploaded to
selfies they took together about 15 times, he thought it might blow away the
awkward feelings associated with it. If Sang-woo didn't show up at Jae-young's shop
again...

"Idiot!

He warned him not to see him again, but was clearly ignored. At first, Jae-young was
on the verge of losing his mind to anger and annoyance, but his mind calmed down
when he stood on the kitchen wall for about five minutes with his back against the
wall. With sober reflection, it was very likely that Chu Sang-woo had no idea. It was a
quick erase of unnecessary data, so he didn't think he'd remember the fact that Jae-
young worked at a store.

Sang-woo and Ji-hye looked like new students coming on a date. He thinks they'll
hold hands next time they come. Next time he comes, thinks he'll have to prepare
my stomach. Then the wedding invitation would have come out, and then whdn it's
time. Even if doesn't watch it, the video.
Jae-young avoided his seat doing nothing useless. told the manager he was going
to take a break and smoke under the building. He got a call from a friend, but couldn't
hear what he was saying, so he snapped back. That day I smoke too many
cigarettes.

It was then that he found Sang-woo who followed him. He had a solemn face and a
long-standing mood to request a duel in general.

"Jae-young, hyung."

Has he ever been called that by Chu Sang-woo? Jae-young's head slowly turned that
day.

"Say you're busy and hang up. I'm going to tell you something important."

"I got it!" it was the kind of force that should have said. Under pressure, Jae-young
said he would call later and ended the call. He had no idea what Chu Sang-woo was
going to say. They're going to steal compensation for mental damage. He thought
could do it.

"Why?"

"I came to talk to you."

"...what?"

Jae-young thought he misheard for a moment...

"I only have a noona. We don't have a bully in our family."

"Please don't increase the number of other family members. What Sang-woo had
said before flashed through his mind.

"Let's make a game together. I need a good designer."

it
!
he calmly. When he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and said,

'Yeah, that was great! Let's go for being rejected all along. Chu Sang-woo didn't
seem to understand what would happen if two people got into a fight. He seemed to
have no idea how difficult it was to fill the void of his emotions once they writhed. He
to study abroad.

"It is also an opportunity to make a good portfolio. I'll support all the concepts and
designs you want to try, so leave it to me. I'm very confident."

This is like some kind of electric pad salesman. T bewilderment grew.

"Wait a minute."

Jae-young raised his hand to block Sang-woo's escape. There was something to
point out. For some reason, he clenched his fists and stared at Sang-woo, standing
like a cartoon boy.

"You... What did you say earlier?"

"I said I needed a competent designer."

"What did you call me?"

"Sunbae? "

"Didn't you say hyung? Did I hear you wrong?-

Sangwoo closed his mouth. His face was faint as lowered his head.

"It's a slip of the tongue."

There was silence. Jae-young couldn't understand the situation at all. Every time he
says something, he calls him his brother older, and tries to persuade him to work
with him

, "But I can't? That's what they call you."

Sang-woo's eyes, which raised their heads again, rose with defiance. Jae-young
dropped the cigarette on the ground as if nothing was wrong and rubbed it away, but
his palms were sweaty and his heart was pounding

, “No, it's not.”

“Because it's not good for your heart, you thug.”

“Okay.”

Then there was an awkward silence between the two of them, the corners of his
mouth turned to the wall. If he feels cute even in this situation, it's really not normal."

Jae-young fixed his eyes on the ground and told why Sang-woo came to see him.

"I guess you need me."

As for Chu Sang-woo, what is extremely efficient in his thinking, if he needs to

collaborate with someone, he can easily ignore the fact that he had a big fight. In that
sense, will say that he has no regrets. However, Jae-young, who is so human, he
doesn't hoped to make a game with Sang-woo.
His pride had bottomed out and his rancidity had turned sour, and he was infested
with maggots. yes No matter how much Sang-woo washed his mouth out and
ignored Jae-young, Jae-young had already received a fatal blow.

Also, it was two weeks where Chimi spent his days suppressing his dirty desires and
emotions that were almost out of place. Jae-young didn't want to extend such a thing.
That's why he had to say no...

"Are you sure you'll finish it within this semester?"

It was the first time that Chu Sang-woo had asked for something. For that reason,
Jae-young couldn't refuse right away. Have you forgotten to be humiliated every
time? It's pathetic that he can't even use his side just because was the first. Jae-
young couldn't understand rself.

But on the other hand, it's very touching that a robot who only knew how to pat his
cheek one day speaks up to talk to him. Jae-young has come to think that deserves
to be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize next year.

"I know you're planning to study abroad. Please give me 4 months until the holidays.
I'll finish it no matter what."

"The development period is too short. You have to study at the same time."

"I'll cut back on hard coding and actively use the game engine. I don't take many
classes anyway."

Where does the insolence, the will, come from? Sang-woo seemed to have no
worries. It wasn't easy to say bitter things because it seemed like he was clamoring
for too much work. Jae-young seemed to have already fallen for that tactless
proposal.

Dory as a senior, guilt, portfolio greed, expectations of working with talented

developers. He didn't need it all, but thinks it's an excuse to keep looking at Choo
Sang-woo.

"That's...no. I get it."

Jae-young regretted it as soon as gave his permission. He has committed a

desperate act.

Sang-woo nodded his head as if he had waited for the horse. He didn't get a good
look at him, but he seemed to be smiling a little.

"I'll call you, hyung."

The confident expression and tone of the lines resembled that of 6t main character in
the film. Jae-young only looked at the back of the statue. Goosebumps rose on his
arms. It was hard to believe. It was dark, but it was terrible how Sang-woo would
react if there was daylight. Wearing a black outfit, so even though 's smart knows
what it means.

“You're making fun of me because I listened to you, right?”

His eyes turned blue. “I'm coming back. The feet.'

While working on the design with a stuttering computer, he felt a blue screen appear.

Jang Jae-young - Broken.

<Continued in volume 2>