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Semantic Error Volume 1

Author│Jeosu-ri Published │ Beyond Submission email│[email protected]

ⓒ Jeosuri, 2018

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In a seminar room at a university, more than half of the students were asleep. It was impossible even for a professor to keep everyone focused in a large lecture with more than 100 students. Moreover, the presenter who appeared on the podium did not have any eye-catching features in his appearance. The presenter was wearing a wide-brimmed checked southern shirt, dark jeans that never went out of fashion, and was wearing a black ball cap, so his face was hard to see. However, when he pressed the laser pointer to play the presentation material, the eyes of bored onlookers were colored with astonishment.

The font size, which seemed to be written in 93 points, was also a pressure, but the most surprising thing was that the font was a gullim type. No, is it the most serious problem with the blurred background bo x bono? Or is the problem with the sincerity of each title letter being painted in rainbow colors? “I will start the presentation.” The presenter moved on to the next slide with an indifferent expression as if ridiculing the audience's reaction. This time, only the subtitles were written in yellow letters on a black background, but the fonts that were bad to read and the terrifying font size were still there. “In this presentation, I tried to find out how effectively Honest, Creative, and Passionate, the talents pursued by Korea University, are being effectively produced through the reputation of famous graduates of Hankuk University known to society, while redefining the desirable personality and Looking for what kind of responsibilities and roles the current students should play in the future… .” After seeing the shocking PPT screen enlarged by the beam projector, the students quickly began to fall asleep again. The presenter's voice was dry and lowpitched. Besides, no matter how long I waited, the first sentence did not finish. “First, it is a human resource that corresponds to an honest person.” The presenter investigated in detail whether the talent training listed on the website of Hankuk University was actually working and concluded that it was not. The graduates he cites as examples include politicians who were disqualified from parliament for fraud, professors who falsified thesis, and businessmen who received a job offer for money. The content was unusually deep and the presentation was logical. It was rare for a student to work so diligently on the group assignments of a class of only two credits. Unfortunately, by the end of the presentation, there seemed to be fewer than ten people listening, including the professor. The presenter emphasized honesty and equity and ended the presentation, which lasted a little over 10 minutes, but the applause was small. "That is all."

But the moment he opened the last page, the small audience exploded with astonishment. Even the students who fell asleep without interest in the presentation paid attention to the presentation screen.

The professor raised his glasses with a bewildered look, and the students murmured. Looking at the noisy lecture hall, the presenter and Cho Sang-woo thought that the popular character in the background drew a good response.

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A student wearing a full-on hat entered the professor's lab. The professor asked him to sit down with a puzzled expression. “Welcome back, Sangwoo student. It’s no different, I called because of today’s announcement.” “Did you have any problems?” “The content was impressive. However… .” The professor lifted the attendance sheet with a puzzled face. Student Choe Sangwoo presented surprisingly in-depth content, but this was a joint project to the last. There were three more in his group. “Didn’t the other members participate at all?” "Yes." The student answered without changing his expression. “Please be specific.”

“Originally, I was only supposed to research the first part and produce presentation materials. However, the person who was supposed to do the second part research didn't keep the promise to send the data by 6 o'clock yesterday, so I did it instead. The presenter said that it was difficult to attend class because of the grief of the death of his aunt and grandmother. So I did it too.” “One more person left.” “He had never seen him in the first place.” The professor nodded and checked the attendance sheet three times. Then he looked closely at the attendance sheet to see if he had found something. “There are prospective graduates in that group. As I was overseas to participate in the contest award ceremony, I asked for understanding by e-mail that I could not attend this week inevitably.” “I heard that there were contestants.” The professor looked at the student. “Isn’t it too much to omit the name for some reason?” "no. I don't think so.” “Why?” “If I had contributed and missed class today, I would take it into account, but he has never attended a class meeting and has not done anything to help with the assignment.” The professor pushed the attendance sheet forward. “Look here. Except for the last time and this time, it is said that everyone attended... .” "I do not know. I think he even attended as a proxy.” The professor's expression changed strangely at the student's answer. "i See. all right. Go away, student Cho Sang-woo.” "Yes."

The student bowed his head and left the lab with the same grim face he had come in.

The first semester of the 3rd year has ended. The most difficult thing for Sang-woo, who had a tight semester with 23 credits, was the two-credit liberal arts class, not the notoriously difficult major. The 'Korean University Student Personality Education', an essential liberal arts lecture that cannot be graduated without taking it, consisted of a simple lecture and a simple joint presentation task. At first, I thought it was funny because the presentation topic was so easy. Even though he knew that one of the team members didn't come to class using the contest as an excuse, he didn't take it seriously. But some won awards and some went diving the day before the announcement. It was a task that would have been completed in one day if I had done it alone from the beginning, but I wasted time and nerves as I was contacting and sending data to the team members. Sang-woo was annoyed, but after the presentation, he forgot the bad memories. However, when the grades came out, a minor problem arose.

Free Ride 1: Did you leave out my name?? How could you do that because your grandmother passed away and you coul 10:04

Free Ride 2: In the end, personality F is out. Are you satisfied?^^ㅗ  15:29 Free Ride 3: Thanks to you, you look like you couldn't graduate. Look at me, junior.  20:23

On the day the score was posted, messages flooded Sang-woo. The two of them sent messages one by one, but one kept insisting that we meet and talk, and even called and blocked the number.

And it was vacation. Sang-woo planned to reduce classes and make a mobile game the next semester. For him, he taught himself programming language during the week and worked part-time in a PC room on the weekends. Daily life went smoothly, but there was one thing that bothered me. It was a Saturday, when I was working in a PC room as usual, and two college students came in and played games all day. Sang-woo listened to their conversation in front of the cashier. 'Don't you know? It looks like Jaeyoung won't be able to graduate.' 'why? You said you were going to study abroad.' 'A two-credit textbook, that… tenacity. Someone messed up the attendance and got an F.' 'Can't you fix it?' 'I think the professor said that he couldn't look after him even if he looked at the braided face.' 'It's about talking to the party.' It was a story I heard a lot. Sang-woo continued to overhear their conversation while pretending to go through the counter. 'But he says he doesn't answer the phone.' 'Which class is it?' 'Is the machine a computer engineer? They ask for the address and they will kill you if you find them, but nobody says they know. What the fuck.' 'Wow, you braided that. You look like a bastard who can live without the law.' Apparently, Sang-woo was caught up in a very bad person. There were often conflicts while attending university, but so far we have been able to resolve them amicably. When I was a freshman, I almost went to a fist fight with a senior who forced me to drink bomb liquor, and while insisting that I would not pay the student membership fee, I even went to a newspaper to cover it. There were times when I bumped into a passerby on the road and it escalated into a fight, and there were cases

where I went to the police station because of a fight with a cut-off person, but it was a trivial matter compared to not being able to graduate. Sang-woo seriously thought about changing his cell phone number, but he didn't do anything because he didn't do anything wrong. However, since that day, he has developed a habit of getting nervous whenever a notification pops up on his cell phone.

Visual Design Dept. Han Soo-young Senior: Developer Junior ^^! I'm sorry I won't be able to project because I got a ch 12:31

The message that arrived after a long time contained hopeless content. Han Sooyoung was too busy, so the progress was slow, but the drawings were excellent. Sangwoo had already designed the game to fit her style, so changing the designer was bad news. There were too many irresponsible people at school. Fortunately, this person is lucky to have a successor in place. Even then, there was no guarantee that he would be a competent student.

That's too bad. I liked the picture of the senior. Visual Design Dept. Han Soo-young: That friend is better than me~ No worries!  12:34 Please give me your phone number.

Visual Design Dept. Han Soo-young: The phone book flew off some time ago, so there is no contact information; Whe name is Jaeyoung Jang!^^ 12:40

all right.

Sang-woo finished the conversation with her and headed to school. The meeting was at four o'clock, but I arrived three hours early to organize drafts and sketches of the characters. Senior Visual Design Department Jaeyoung Jang. Whether it was a man or a woman, what kind of style it was, I couldn't tell anything other than vague information that I was talented just by looking at the message. I was skeptical that I would be busy because I was in high school, or that I would disappear in the middle of getting a job like Han Soo-young, but I thought I should meet him first. Sang-woo cleared his seat at 15:55 and went up the stairs. I arrived at the small meeting room on the 3rd floor of the library, booked online in advance, one minute before the scheduled time, and took out my notes and writing instruments. However, the designer did not appear. If it had been any other promise, I would have left without looking back, but it was a project I couldn't do alone, so a designer was absolutely necessary. Sang-woo took out his cell phone and played a game for 10 minutes. The designer didn't show up. Maybe I misunderstood the time, maybe Han Soo-young gave the wrong time and place for the appointment, or did I change my mind, or was something busy? Another ten minutes passed as I thought of a question I had no way of knowing the answer to. The designer didn't show up. 'It's human garbage.' There's no such thing as a decent person for a person who doesn't keep time. It's impossible to do a project with someone like that. Another 10 minutes passed while it was boiling inside. The designer didn't show up. 'It's really the last.' Sang-woo waited another 10 minutes to see the talented and kind Han Su-young. He endured like a doin, but the designer never showed up.

He clenched his teeth and stood up violently. Sang-woo was reluctant to waste all kinds of things, but he hated wasting time the most. But just as he was about to grab the handle, the door swung away. “Is this right?” Sang-woo looked at his opponent with an angry expression. A man wearing a loose black beanie hat walked in with a brazen expression and sat across from Sang-woo. He had large eyeglasses on the tip of his nose and three metal piercings in one ear. When I came to the meeting, I was empty-handed. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, rubbed it against each other, and lifted his head. "uh!" The moment their eyes met, he pointed to Sang-woo with his finger. "why?" Sang-woo inadvertently touched my cheek, wondering if there was something on my face. The opponent had a surprised expression, but his wide-open eyes gradually became smaller and then returned to their original size. Sang-woo had no intention of working with this person, but he forcibly sat down thinking that he had to follow the minimum procedure. Without looking at the man's face on purpose, he grabbed the pen. “Are you a designer?” "Yes." “Did you hear what I was doing?” "Roughly?" “I am in the process of making a 2D action game. It is based on the Cocos2d framework and the genre is set as a children's protagonist's point of view adventure.” But the man didn't seem to listen to Sang-woo. He leaned on a chair and sat with his legs trembling, and without permission, he took Sang-woo's notebook and flipped it over. “You worked hard.” While adding chumsae like that.

Sang-woo took the notebook again, opened a blank page and placed it on the desk. He took a file out of his bag and handed it to the man a draft from a former designer. The game title, overall concept, and character design were detailed on the paper. The man rolled his eyes and looked at the document silently. “It’s not terribly fun.” After muttering to himself inaudible, he opened his eyes from the paper on which the draft 'Vegetable Man' had been carefully arranged. “I was a good friend in the first place, but I did it roughly. I didn’t put any effort into making the concept, and the sketches were dry and dry.” As the man pushed the document forward, the paper lifted in the wind, and the edge was stamped on Sang-woo's nose. Sang-woo put the paper down on the notebook with a firm expression. When I laid it out, I tried to explain everything, even if it was unpacked, but my patience was low. Sang-woo thought that it would be better to organize the seats without wasting energy on useless things. “I don’t think you like me. I will look for another designer.” As I was about to put my notes and documents in my bag, the man suddenly asked. “Are you that good at coding? If I ask you to implement something, how far can you go?” “As long as the design is good, anything is possible. Almost anything you need in a 2D action game can be implemented.” “You are very confident.” Those words sounded like they were ignoring Sang-woo. Are you saying that you are a student, or do you come after realizing that you have just returned to school after being discharged from the military? Sang-woo felt a little queasy, so he answered with strength. “I am particularly confident in debugging and optimization. When I was in high school, I made an account book app, and also an HTML5-based arcade game… .” “It’s not like that.”

The man raised his glasses a little and hung up. He continued with his finger pricking the paper on which the draft of 'Vegetable Man' was arranged. “Because it doesn’t mean that it works well. Games should be fun. The feeling of hitting and how natural the animation is is a factor in the box office success, and not only the graphics but also the BGM is important. That's why I'm not sure if I have an ok with this kind of planning. Can I trust my junior and invest this kind of time?” He was an unpredictable person. It seemed as light as a feather, then suddenly showed a serious look, and Sang-woo was nervous. “If you leave it to me, I will do my best.” When I answered calmly, I felt embarrassed. As the boss and employer, there was no reason to crouch like a subcontractor. Sang-woo sat upright with his back straight and folded his arms. “By the way, senior, do you have any experience in making mobile games?” It was the right counterattack at the right time. If it was fluttering without skill, I was thinking of leaving the conference room without looking back. "no." "Good-bye." “I have quite a bit of web experience.” Sang-woo, who was about to get up, paused for a moment. If you are good at web UI design, it is difficult to develop an app. Because the object size is smaller and we need to care about optimization, but they are essentially the same. Besides, the senior who introduced me to this Nalari said that he was a very talented person. “Can I see your portfolio?” The man laughed and pulled out a tablet PC from his coat pocket. After a few touches, he handed the device to Sang-woo. Sang-woo looked at the side-scrolling portfolio page with his works displayed on a white background. I clicked the thumbnails to zoom in one by one, and checked the work carefully. Web, posters, logos, and illustrations, there are many things men can

do. In addition, each of them seemed to have a high level of completion, not like a student's work. 'It's better than any pro.' UI Efficiency Passed. UI conciseness pass. Passed the use of color. Illustration Qualification Passed. In particular, his drawings were unique and full of life. Sang-woo erased the draft 'Vegetable Man' from his head, which he liked. “Wherever I go, I don’t hear anyone saying that I’m not good at it.” He glanced at Sang-woo's expression and said. “It’s all done by your senior, right?” The man laughed at Sang-woo's reasonable question, picked up a pen and started sketching in his notebook. He drew a carrot in 20 seconds in a completely different style than his predecessor. A more rebellious and decadent carrot than before, but very stylish. Sang-woo convinced Sang-woo that he deserved to make a loud noise. 'It's amazing.' My heart was pounding. He deliberately put the brakes on before the anticipation ran out of control. There was nothing to be concerned about. “Are you able to invest your time all through the next semester?” "Yes. There was nothing to do because there was a setback in graduation.” “If you get a job in the middle like Han Soo-young… .” “Once I get a project, I do it to the end.” A person who had been late for 40 minutes and thought he would not believe it at all had the effect of suddenly appearing hotter. Sang-woo was willing to tolerate any degree of insincerity if he had that level of skill. Above all else, it was a great decision for him, who valued sincerity. “Then give me your phone number.”

Sang-woo took out his cell phone and politely held it out, and the other person taped the number with his finger. Then his complexion changed. The squinted eyes slowly turned towards Sang-woo. “Is my number saved?” “Is it possible?” “Look, here.” The man's voice was very sharp. Sang-woo took the device back from his hand without knowing English.

Calling Free Ride 3...

Sang-woo and the man were looking at the written letters at the same time. And soon his cell phone rang. With a cold expression on his face, the man pulled out his phone from the pocket of his coat and grinned. Sang-woo looked at what he had stored on his phone.

I got a call from the motherfucker!

Sang-woo was so bewildered that he ran out of the conference room without even taking his notes and writing instruments. I didn't even know if the man was calling me, chasing me, or staying still as I ran away without looking back. The memory of about 20 minutes had completely disappeared. When Sang-woo entered the house, he locked the door threefold and caught his breath. My knee was tingling as I fell while climbing the stairs. He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drank it. "Nonsense."

Sang-woo was silent for a while, then he had the courage to take out his phone. There was no contact. With trembling hands, when I unblocked 'Free Rider 3', a message and a few missed calls appeared. In 'Free Ride 3', Jang Jae-young sent a long message asking Sang-woo to meet him five days ago, asking for his understanding. It was his fault for not contacting the captain directly, but he explained the situation to another member. There were also a few threatening messages.

Free Ride 3: You'll regret it  2 days ago

And that was the last. After reading the message, Sang-woo became calm again. A person who thought he was a talented designer found out that he was just a scum of indifference, disrespect, and personality. I'm glad I found out before the project even started. After seeing his illustrations, the expectations were high, so the disappointment was strong, but I had no choice but to give up cleanly. Sang-woo had no intention of collaborating with Yang-achi, and it was clear that he also did not want to work with Sang-woo. 'I'm not at fault.' An unexpected conflict occurred, but it was all his fault, and Sang-woo was proud. Still, the uncomfortable feeling did not go away. Sang-woo had no reason to do so, but he fell asleep late in the morning while checking his cell phone sideways. When I woke up the next day, I got a message.

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

Sang-woo rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the screen for a long time. He was called only by nicknames in the neighborhood from a very young age, and that's why he lived without a name throughout his school days. When I went to university, Sangwoo student, Sang-woo senior, Sang-woo Sang-woo. In the military, they are Chuibyeong, Choo-il-byeong, Choo-seo-byeong, and Choo Byeong-jang. The only people in the world who called him 'Sang Woo-ya' were his parents.

You got the wrong phone number. take care.

Free Ride 3: Cho Sang-woo / 25 years old / 3rd year of computer science / Return to school in September after military l 09:02

Free Ride 3: I'm going to drop out or I'll see you when it's a good thing  09:02

The message contained some terrifying content. Sang-woo looked at the phone screen with a piercing gaze and read it over and over again. Then a new message arrived.

Free Ride 3: Come out through the main gate of the school by 6 o'clock today   09:05 Free Ride 3: I won't hit you  09:06

“It’s funny.” Sang-woo smiled coldly and grabbed the phone tightly. I didn't do anything wrong, and why did I have to listen to him?

'What would you do if you did a background check on me? Do you want me to report it to the police?' Sang-woo was the one who actively used public power. He knew exactly what to call the police under what circumstances. I picked up my phone and read the message again, step by step. I didn't know what we were going to do, but it was a clear threat. But he wasn't afraid because there was no way he could harm him. Sang-woo was a sincere student who only listened to classes and did not participate in any other school activities. No one at school could hurt him except the professor.

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And three days passed. Sang-woo thought that the dirty dispute was over, but he was foolishly mistaken. To be honest, it was natural. How long could I have been working in a PC room near my school and avoiding students from the same school? When a group of gangs opened the door and rushed in, Sang-woo was filling the shelf with sweets. Among them, the tallest man saw Sang-woo and his steps slowed down. “What are you dating? We only ate one meal together... place." If their eyes hadn't met in such an intense way, they might not have recognized him. They looked at each other as if time had stopped. Beyond the large spectacles, the emotionless eyes widened and then narrowed. As if the background had disappeared, only the young boy was visible. In an instant, several thoughts, such as 'I'm broken', 'I'm annoyed', and 'I want to run away', ran through my head. Even though there was no reason for that, Sang-woo was a little nervous and dropped the cookie. He was preparing for a fight in his heart, but Jang Jae-young did not pretend to know Sang-woo and took the card. After the group of five disappeared into the smoking room, Sang-woo sat down at the counter again. I turned to my major books and notebooks, but I couldn't concentrate well.

When he lifted his head, he could see Jaeyoung's head protruding from the monitor. Sang-woo's eyes turned to the screen that tells him what game he is playing and what site he is accessing. Jaeyoung had a game information site up and was accessing an online RPG game. Sang-woo read the book while he played two FPS games and moved on to MMORPG after going through the hunting course a few times, but the pages hardly turned. 'Are you going to pass like this?' He threatened me with a message, so I thought I would use violence if we met, but it seems that Jaeyoung was going to bury the case as it is. Sang-woo thought there was no better ending than that. But it was also an illusion mixed with hope.

Customer Order No. 32: Flame Spicy Ramen

'Well then.' Sang-woo sighed and got up and made ramen. Measure 450ml of water according to the recipe and boil it in a pot for longer than usual. While the noodles were cut in half, put in a pot, and sprinkled with soup, Sang-woo recalled how he had resolved conflicts in the past. His opponents spit out swearing in anger, and some even swung their fists. Sang-woo logically refuted their loopholes without being emotionally aroused, and instead of reacting to violence with violence, he took a step back and called the police. This time I thought so. The smoking room was filled with cigarette smoke. Sang-woo stood in front of seat 32 holding a tray with a ramen bowl on it. The man with his back on the chair was smoking a cigarette. Putting down the tray, he turned his chair and looked up at Sangwoo. Today, he was wearing a bright red sweatshirt with a pattern on his chest that made him feel mentally ill just looking at it. It really looked like a lamb. 'I really hate it.' The moment Sang-woo was about to turn his back, he said. “I didn’t know that a junior like ours was working here.”

Jang Jae-young frowned slightly, rubbed the cigarette into the ashtray and put it out. Then he slowly rolled his eyes and looked at Sang-woo again. “Why are you chewing on your contacts? feel bad.” Sang-woo didn't know how to respond. He was confident that he would stand up to anyone, no matter how terrifyingly intimidating and violent, but he had never faced a fight in such a quiet manner. “Sangwoo, aren’t you answering?” Jaeyoung's voice was too soft for an argument. Sang-woo decided to lower himself until he reveals his true nature. "Please speak." “You have to make eye contact when talking.” It wasn't a difficult request. Sang-woo raised his head to meet his gaze, but this time he averted his eyes. He took out another cigarette, lit it, and let out smoke without speaking for a while. Then, looking into Sang-woo's eyes again, he suddenly held out his right hand. “We have to make a game together, so how about reconciling first?” The large hand outstretched towards me was completely unrealistic. Sang-woo felt puzzled. “How do you reconcile when you have never had a fight? And I don’t work with you.” Jaeyoung smiled as if it was ridiculous and put his hand away. “Why did I ask to meet you?” “I don’t know.” “I lack imagination.” “It’s not like your grades change just because you meet me. At least you will have an IQ enough to enter a university, so your seniors know that.” Jaeyoung crossed his arms and smiled twisted.

“What is the grade? When is the correction period over?” “Then why are you holding onto me and tormenting me?” “What are you bullying? Sooyoung introduced me to a junior high school project, so I was just going to talk about it. I tried to listen to your story, resolve any misunderstandings, and move on.” “I don’t want to talk to you about anything.” “Then you should have responded that way.” Sang-woo felt the other person's tone sharpened. "Huh? sang woo Fuck the courtesy, where did you sell it?” Sang-woo thought that the skill of maintaining a quiet tone while swearing was strange. He was fiddling with his cell phone to report any signs of violence, but this was too weak. He didn't know how to react. “It’s hard to believe that I was just trying to tell a real story. You think that you couldn’t graduate because of me, and you’re holding on to resentment.” I felt that if I apologized here, I might be able to move on, but Sang-woo acted according to the manual. He had already entered the 'hostile' command. “I don’t know why it was my fault.” When I was in middle school, I was slapped in the face by my teacher after saying something like this. After receiving countless advices about how to get better in social life later, I was living my life with restraint, but a sharp tone came out of my mouth. But Jae-young replied as if it was no big deal. “If you hadn’t said useless things to the professor, would you have graduated? It was decided to study abroad, but it looks like it was canceled because of you. Because of two credits, not a dick.” “It’s not my fault.” “Sangwoo.”

“Don’t pretend to be friendly. If I could graduate by attending on my behalf, all the students in the class would be fools. Do you look like a cunt who will put the name of a bastard doing nothing and earning grades on an assignment, me?” Jae-young showed no sign of surprise at Sang-woo's objection. “It’s this style. It seemed like that.” “Can I go, senpai?” “No, I still have something to say.” He took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke. “I have no intention of being judged by you. You're a pastor, you're a cop. Don't preach, you bastard." "all right. From now on, buy like garbage and don’t just contact me.” “Fuck, that’s great.” Jae-young put out a cigarette in the ashtray with a cold expression and met Sangwoo's eyes. “Should I get down on my knees and apologize? Did you go to the professor and ask for a credit instead? If I asked you to move on, you don't have to pretend you're embarrassed. I was doing this to get you arrested, now.” He seemed to be angry, but Sang-woo couldn't understand the complicated words well. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, so if you want something, ask it straight away.” It wasn't my intention to do that, but Jaeyoung looked like he was being attacked. He repeatedly opened and closed his mouth a few times as if in absurdity, then folded his arms and leaned back against his back. And spit it out with a disgruntled face. "Tell me, 'I'm sorry I missed out on a good study abroad job because of me.'" It wasn't a difficult task. Sang-woo opened his mouth confidently, but no words came out. It was because there were parts that were not true in the sentence.

“Please correct two errors. It's not because of me that I couldn't graduate, it's because I didn't have enough days in attendance and grades for assignments. And I have no regrets.” If you apply the feedback, it becomes 'You missed a good study abroad spot'. I thought it was okay to say that it was actually a skill, but I heard a sarcastic sound. “You bastard, you’re a complete idiot.” Sang-woo wasn't hit at all because he had heard it a lot. Jaeyoung turned the chair back toward the monitor and raised his chopsticks to stir the bowl. “It’s all blown up, damn it.” He held out the tray of ramen again to Sang-woo. "take it." Sang-woo took the tray without saying a word. Then, as he was about to leave, Jaeyoung called him. "Hey." "why?" “Let’s not see each other again.” It was nice to hear. Sang-woo seemed to have unintentionally defeated the enemy. Because he was waving his hand with a tired expression. “I will finish work at ten o’clock, so please come after that.” “Crazy bastard.” 'What did you say? A foal of human horseshoes.' Sang-woo came out of the smoking room, swearing inwardly.

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After resolving the filthy dispute, daily life continued in the same way. Even though it was a vacation, he continued to study at the school library every day. There was one serious problem: the designer position for the 'Vegetable Man' project became vacant again. I re-posted on the school intranet that I was looking for a graphic designer for an action game, but no one contacted me. The timetable was deliberately laid out with the intention of producing a game for the next semester, so if a designer is not found, time will run out. Other than that there were no problems. On that day, Sang-woo studied as much as possible and was on his way to the restaurant. As he was walking without thinking, he saw a box walking in front of me. A student placed a small box on top of a large box and was struggling to transport it, but it seemed that she could not see because of her vision. Considering her stride, it was predictable that her foot would soon hit her chin. Not long after, a shout was heard. "no!" The girl reached out and ran, but the box she had placed on fell to the ground, littering the road with debris. Reading tables, candy boxes, and tapes rolled up and down the ramp. It was a pity that the student was taken care of, but Sang-woo was on his way to the restaurant, so he was just passing by. "excuse me!" But at that moment, she called Sang-woo. Sang-woo stopped. “I’m really sorry, can you help me? It's so hard I think I'm going to die... . If you help me, I will buy you food.” “Where are you going?” “The locker on the third floor of the library.” If it's a library, it's a 7-minute walk, and tuition is 3,000 won a meal. It was a transaction that far exceeded the minimum wage without even having to calculate it. After Sang-woo said yes, he picked up the items that had fallen with her and put them in the box. When he lifted the large box with both hands, the student looked surprised and was at a loss for what to do.

“Are you very heavy? I'll take the little one." “Yes, it is very heavy. What did you hear?” “Books and stuff… .” The box was really heavy. Sang-woo took a break twice in the middle and took off his padding because he was sweating. The 7-minute distance increased to 15 minutes, and when I moved to the 3rd floor, I lost all my strength. It was too much of a stamina to eat a single meal of rice. Sang-woo was regretting his foolish decision. “I lived thanks to my brother. Thank you so much.” During those 15 minutes, the opponent, Ryu Ji-hye, derived a common name from Sang-woo and digged up basic information such as his student number and department. Suddenly, the title was changed from 'here' to 'oppa'. As she came out of the library, she asked. “Is there anything you want to eat?” “Give me a meal ticket or something.” “Hey, what kind of education are you?” Sang-woo has a dark impression, so people did not talk to him easily. However, unlike the other juniors, Jihyo was not afraid. “I am so grateful that I have to buy you something really delicious. Just follow me.” "I see." “Because you’re going to tell me.” "okay." they started walking. Wisdom said it only took 10 minutes to walk, but as a result, it took longer than that. Sang-woo didn't like the fact that he had to travel a short distance just to eat, but he followed her without saying a word because he had already handed over the menu choices to Ji-hye. “It's a pasta house, and it's really delicious. All the pasta is delicious and the pizza is very thin, so it goes in very well. Last time I ate pene, I almost ate the whole plate... . In

addition, there is a 10% student discount. All of the part-timer older sisters and older brothers were all so pretty and good-looking… .” Ji-hye is a talkative person, so even if Sang-woo didn't answer, she stuttered alone. They left school and passed the pub streets bustling with students. Jihye walked without hesitation into a relatively quiet alley and pointed to the second floor. The signboard painted with wood gave off a strong sense of confidence that it was no other cheap shop. As I climbed the stairs and opened the large door, I heard a rattling bell. The spacious store was dimly lit and decorated in a warm atmosphere. After questions and answers such as whether they made a reservation or how many people were there, they were guided to an empty seat. “I’m sure to pick part-timers by face here. I'm not kidding, really." Wisdom looked around and made useless noises. As soon as Sang-woo sat down, he scanned the menu and analyzed the items. The lowest price for a single item is 14,000 won, the highest price is 23,500 won, and the average price is 17,400 won. Considering that the main menu is boiled flour noodles, the price was incomprehensiblely high. It wasn't worth the price I paid for carrying the burden once. “Are you okay with this price?” “Sometimes it makes me feel good, huh? You can starve at the end of the month.” It wasn't a convincing answer, but I didn't have to worry about other people's pockets. Sang-woo looked at the unfamiliar foods again while praising Wisdom for her hard work. Fresca Citrus Salad, Katchuco Rosso, Fritti Italiani… . "Would you like to order?" As I was sticking my nose in the menu, I heard a warm voice nearby. Wisdom opened her mouth first. “I have one vongole pasta.” "I… .” The moment he looked up to order the most expensive pasta on the menu, Sangwoo made eye contact with the store employee. Wisdom's words were true. Even in the

eyes of Sang-woo, who usually doesn't care about other people's looks, the employee was a rare handsome man. A slender face was smiling slightly under her neat hair. The eyes without double eyelids were big and cool, and the nose was straight and the tip of the nose was straight. He was a straight man, with a white shirt and a black apron wrapped around his waist. 'By the way, where have you seen it?' There was a familiar corner on the man's face. He wrinkled one corner of his mouth and smiled as he thought that maybe he had seen it on a clothing billboard or something. “Brother, what are you doing!” At the prompting of wisdom, Sang-woo was awakened. He quickly ordered pasta with lobster. The staff wrote down their orders on a notepad and checked the menu again. “Do you need anything more?” “Are there any discounts for Korean university students?” "of course. You and I are classmates.” The employee marked something on the bill with a smile on his face. Jihye took out her student ID from her wallet and started to flutter with excitement. "I know. I met Oppa a few times while passing in front of the art college. I also watched a salesman play last year. Ugh, I remember the hardships getting tickets.” The staff received Jihyo's student ID, looked closely, and returned it. “French and French Literature. Somehow, it looked so unique-special.” Strangely, he looked straight at Sang-woo and said. His gaze was not very favorable. "haha! I am the only French literature major, and this oppa is not. Sangwoo oppa, what was it?”

Sang-woo didn't want to tell anyone he didn't know. Also, I thought it was quite unfair for a man to shoot himself in the first place. “Aren’t you working? Once you have placed your order, please stop.” The moment I uttered those words, silence came. Jihye looked like someone watching a horror movie, but the staff's twisted smile grew even deeper without knowing why. “It’s good to be consistent.” He mumbled inaudible, then put the bill and pen together. Then he said that it would take about 20 minutes for the food to come out. As he left, Ji-hye looked at Sang-woo and asked. “Brother, are you mad?” "no." Sang-woo answered the truth, but Ji-hye didn't seem to believe it. “I didn't really mean to offend you. I'm sorry if I offended you. I sometimes make mistakes.” “You said no.” "I'm sorry!" Jihyo bowed her head and rubbed her hands like flies. “Stop it. Because it is not.” "Yes… .” “Stop it.” Sang-woo turned his head in annoyance and met the male employee who took their order. It wasn't intended. Because I just looked into the void. Instead of avoiding his eyes, the man wiped the wine glass with a cloth and looked at Sang-woo even more. Sang-woo had a snowball fight with him for a while before turning his head away.

“That person keeps staring at me.” “Is it possible… . Huh, that’s true.” “You seem to have a grudge against me.” “Ah, maybe.” They spent 20 minutes talking nonsense. For example, Ji-hye asked Sang-woo very small if he thought he could win a fight with that employee. Sang-woo said that he does not like violence and that if a fight breaks out, it is best to give him a shot and report it to the police. "Hahaha. bro it's really funny You're not born that way... .” "What does that mean?" “I don’t think you know what a joke is.” “It wasn’t a joke.” Jihyo closed her mouth with a shy expression. Food came out while we waited silently. The employee who came with two bowls in one arm had a strange expression on his face. He put the plate down in front of Ji-hye and dared to turn around and came to Sang-woo's side and put the other one down. Then he whispered at a low and audible level. “I was just going to pass, but thinking about it makes me mad.” "what?" “Why are you here, you bastard? You want to try it?” Sang-woo looked up at the man in surprise. His cold eyes were full of hostility. It was hard to understand why he was so upset over a single word. Sang-woo concluded that he had mistaken a person. "Do you know me?" The man's mouth opened at Sang-woo's answer. He looked puzzled for a while, then burst into a sharp smile. Then he looked at Sang-woo and took out his glasses from his

apron and put them on. Their eyes met through the large eggs, and realization flashed through Sang-woo's brain. The grumpy bastard I met in the library conference room was also wearing similar glasses. After that, I think I was tall. The clothes were so different, there were no earrings, and the atmosphere was all different, but they seemed to be the same person. "Oh… . Youngjae Kim.” Sang-woo said, “Senior.” He added, but the man seemed already pissed off. He bent over and whispered in Sang-woo's ear. “Didn’t I tell you not to see me again? Really trying to get behind.” “I didn’t do that on purpose. It’s real.” “Sangwoo.” I got goosebumps at the needlessly friendly voice. Sang-woo shuddered and moved the chair back a little. Then, the eyes without double eyelids approached that much. “Sangwoo, your brother is calling you.” “I have only my sister.” Even though the answer was short, the voice came out with a crack. “You really can’t. Is there anything you don't like?" “Senior.” Sang-woo answered honestly, but the other person did not blink an eye. “What color do you hate?” “It’s red.” The color of the error, red. Sang-woo was generally sympathetic to all colors, but he never liked red. “What animal do you hate?” “It’s Homo sapiens.”

Are there any animals as imperfect as humans? It has no strong claws, no strong skin, no deadly poison, and is swept away by impulses and emotions. Sang-woo stared at the crystal of irrationality standing in front of him. “What food do you dislike?” “Pasta.” Sang-woo did not choose food, but for this moment, he hated everything that had to do with men. “A place you don’t like?” “Senior, a radius of 10 meters.” 'So please turn it off.' After the dry question and answer, the man let out a stiff laugh and whispered lowly. “I thought you weren’t normal, so I was just going to move on, but I changed my mind. Look forward to next semester.” “Oh, yes. Hire a gangster. 112 I'll keep it down." “I lack imagination.” When Sang-woo thought of what to say, his back was already gone. “Are you really close with that brother?” Wisdom said brightly. She had already finished half the pasta. “No, not at all.” "but. My brother’s name is Jaeyoung, not Youngjae.” Sang-woo pushed the fork into the plate, but he had no appetite. “You’re a famous theater member, aren’t you? A friend of mine watched her performance and attended design and design classes, so I know a little bit. When I was 20 years old, I followed him to JS Entertainment to become an actor... .” "stop."

"Yes?" “Tell me something else.” Ji-hye, who had been speaking steadfastly in any situation, was speechless this time with a gloomy expression on her face. Sang-woo relieved his anxiety by putting pasta in his mouth, which felt worse than a 3,000 won study. What does it mean to change your mind? I couldn't help but care. He never wanted to associate with that bastard again.

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While studying during the week and working part-time on the weekend, the new semester is fast approaching. In his spare time, Sang-woo prepared for the next semester's class and read the book in advance. Except for the two liberal arts courses that engineering students must take under the guise of knowing the humanities, all major courses seemed easy. I have been taking more than 20 credits every semester so far, but this semester I have empty time to make games. After trouble with a designer, the plan went awry because the right person could not be found. However, the course registration period had long since ended and I did not want to change the perfect timetable. Sang-woo's timetable was perfectly balanced on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, and was designed so that he could eat lunch immediately after class. Month: (1)Intermediate Chinese (2)Engineering Mathematics2 Tuition: (1) Embedded System (2) Algorithm Number: (1)(2)pop culture and cultural theory Thursday: Same as Monday Friday: Same as Tuesday A new semester has begun. Sang-woo got up at 8:30 as usual, did a quick workout, showered, and ate cereal with milk. The next order was brushing and blessing. Clothes were hung on the top of the hanger in the order in which the tops were washed and the bottoms were washed in

the order they were washed. Today it was my turn to wear a black T-shirt and black cotton pants. A belt was tied around her waist, her hair was combed with her fingers, and a black ball cap was pressed on. He wore black padding and tied a scarf around his neck. I got out of my room with my backpack on my shoulder and got on my bike, and as usual, 9:16 was stamped on the electronic watch. Passing through the main gate, as always, was 9:24. It was a pleasant start. I would be offended if I was even a minute or two late because of traffic, but that rarely happened. I left my bike in the storage room and headed for the liberal arts college. As we entered the building, the stairs spread out. It takes 0.9 seconds to climb one stair. There were a total of 64 tiers, and at the end of each of the sixteen there was a short corridor. It took 61 seconds to get to the fourth floor, where the Chinese classroom is located. 30 minutes before class started, I opened the door to room 403 and entered. There was one student in the classroom who arrived early and took the front seat. Sang-woo headed to the fourth row as if it was natural. “… what?" But today, the bag was on the far right desk. Sang-woo only blinked when he saw the unbelievable sight. He has not had a history of being displaced in six semesters. It was difficult to even assume that I always sat in the same seat and took a class while sitting in a different place. Fourth row rightmost. There was no need to look up at the podium by bending the head, and at the place where you could meet the professor's eyes at eye level, even though you could see the visual materials or the writings at a glance, there was no case where you couldn't see the letters. The wind from the heater and air conditioner did not hit the skin directly, and there was no window, so the thermal conductivity was low. In addition, as one side is a wall, it gives an overwhelming psychological stability compared to the other seats surrounded by other students on all sides. 'Who the hell are you?' Sang-woo was a little annoyed, but there is no system for reserving seats in the classroom like a library, so anyone can freely choose a seat. Although he was forced to

sit on the left side, Sang-woo continued to worry about the seat next to him. I opened the Chinese textbook, but I couldn't concentrate at all. 'I'll ask politely if I can change my seat.' With that in mind, I felt a little more psychologically stable. Although he didn't believe in jinx, the first button, Sang-woo didn't want to feel unfamiliar by sitting in the wrong place from the first hour of the semester. As class time approached, the students came in one by one and sat down. “Ah, hello.” A young-looking male student nodded to him, but Sang-woo pretended not to know. was the first person I saw. "Oh! See you here again?” This time, a female student said hello, but Sang-woo didn't know who she was. Students continued to enter the classroom, but the owner of the bag still did not appear. A leather bag with long straps that can be worn sideways. Sang-woo felt like he wanted to gently put it away and move to the other side, but he struggled with it. Because the act of placing a bag in a specific place was an implicit rule formed in the sense of taking a seat. Three minutes before ten o'clock, the professor came in and handed out handouts. After a few words of welcome, she found a student. “Aren’t our assistant students here yet?” It was great enthusiasm to hear that there was a student who preempted teaching assistantships in liberal arts subjects. Volunteering as a teaching assistant gives you an opportunity to get to know the professor and usually gets extra points, but many students were reluctant to do chores. As the students looked around with curious eyes, the student who had just entered through the back door raised their hand. “Here, Professor!” “Jaeyoung! It's been too long. All of a sudden, what intermediate Chinese?” “I have grades left. A language will rust if you don’t practice it.”

"right. That's a really good attitude. Everyone, I am a student Jaeyoung who will help us throughout the semester. Everyone from Hong Kong, I'm a senior, so if there's something you don't know, ask a lot. In the future, you can give the homework to that student.” Sang-woo, who looked through the handout, was startled, but thought it was the same person. It's such a common name. At that moment, a leather crossbody bag lying on the desk on the right was lifted and someone slumped into his seat. Even if I didn't want to see it, my head turned automatically. The red padding on the red fur hat stood out even if it stood out. When I took off the padding, a red jersey came out. He was holding a red cola can in his hand. I'm glad I didn't wear red pants. Sang-woo opened his mouth, but it was so ridiculous that nothing came out. “I didn’t even know you heard this.” Jang Jae-young took a sip of Coke with a brazen face. 'Who said to whom?' Sang-woo couldn't keep his mouth shut even when class started.

Red The first time I saw Torei was at the welcome party for freshmen in the first semester of the third year. Because the MT location was jointly held, the CD and computer departments and the freshmen sat in the same restaurant with a few tables between them. Even though they are the same age, they feel different. Unlike the design and dining table, where everyone tries to look unique, the table is achromatic, so there seems to be a rule to catch it if it bounces. Comparing only the number of dyed hairs of children, it can be said that it shows just how different the viewpoints on expressing individuality are.

(1) While the freshmen were drinking and getting drunk, Jaeyoung saw him. 'I do not like it.' Jae-young had good eyesight, but it was impossible to remember in detail the appearance of the person he had seen four years ago. Besides, he wasn't particularly conspicuous. All that was left so far was the impression that he was moderately ordinary and had a rather charismatic appearance. If there was one peculiar thing, his eyes stayed on because his neck was exceptionally thin. 'You don't drink? Do you believe in religion?' 'It's okay to drink, but I don't want to drink it now.' The college and freshman were facing each other over bombshell wine rolled up in a bowl of makgeolli. At that time, there was no fuss in the design department that Toray appeared in the next department. The representatives stopped what they were doing and watched the fire on the table next to them. 'Do you think your senior is funny? Are you rebelling?' 'It's not because it's a drink that senior gave me, but because I don't want to drink it at this point.' Jae-young remembers that he clicked his tongue for making a sound that wouldn't even eat a seed. The computer science department, where 90% of the students were male, permeated the culture of peeling noodles. People who say they don't drink alcohol are most likely religious people or people with allergies, but for no reason, the computer science department was so irritating. Then, wishing it was over, things got bigger as the drunken magnate yelled at him to bring it back. Ordinary children would have succumbed back then, but Torai picked up the phone. 'What are you? Where are you calling?' 'The police station.'

I was really upset. One side reaches out to steal the cell phone, another runs around the meat shop to avoid them, and the com-gong guru shouts at a whale whale to bring it back. It was an amazing sight. Jae-young, who was disrespecting the neighborhood next door, intervened as the situation got worse. It was Jaeyoung who took the cell phone through a hand-to-hand battle, threw away the battery, and installed a frying pan to prevent the computer from being overcharged and to escape the tortilla. In the meantime, did you get bruises on your cheeks from being beaten? I couldn't remember exactly. MT became a hoax, but college students drank and played on the mess. It was said that the torai, which became a fresh side dish, was rolled up to a powder and chewed like a squid. The computer science department finally declared that they were going to kill that fucking bastard... . It didn't seem like it was as easy as it sounds, seeing Torai still holding his head up. In fact, it must have been difficult to bully him because he did not participate in clubs, did not participate in student council activities, and only listened to classes. The computer science department seemed to have tried all the evil deeds that a sophomore in college could think of, but I heard that Toray was not harmed at all. I eat alone as if it's natural, I ignore it even if I get insulted, and sometimes when bullying is excessive (like showing signs of violence or blocking the road so I can't go to class), I dial 112 on my phone. What was even more surprising was that Torai was a very sincere and even outstanding student. There was a lot of talk between the computer and the kids that he was a machine, so he spoke a programming language as if it were his native language. The incident in which he took over the tower in spite of all the disturbances would have been left as a black history of the Comgong Department. Up until this point, Torai was nothing but a distant gossip to Jaeyoung.

(2) He was sitting in the liberal arts class he took the next semester. At that time, Jaeyoung was mostly drinking late, so it was impossible to get up in the morning. I was always late and had no choice but to sit in the back seat, but my brother-in-law was always sitting in the same seat in front of him. Despite his hazy

mind, the impression that his neckline was strangely beautiful and his skin white for a man remained vivid. In a class that he would not have been able to concentrate on anyway, Jaeyoung couldn't concentrate because he was looking at his neck. However, there was no conversation between the two. Jaeyoung didn't go to the class at all because he was bothered from the middle, and Ttorai was forgotten for a while.

(3) One day, Jae-young ran into Torai in front of the canteen. At the same time, he looked up at Jaeyoung with eyes that gave off an atmosphere of indifference to world affairs. 'Senior, please return the 850 won you borrowed 3 days ago.' He said so at first. Perhaps because he was the owner of the nape of the neck, who was always spying, Jae-young was taken aback and took out a 1,000-won bill. Torai took the money and lowered his eyes to verify that it was a counterfeit bill. The eyelashes were dense. Because of the brim of the hat, he couldn't see well, so Jaeyoung felt he wanted to take off the ball cap that seemed stuffed on his head. 'I have to give you change, but I don't have 50 won.' 'You don't have to.' Despite Jae-young's reluctance, he ran to the kiosk to make coins. Then he came back soon and placed 150 won on Jaeyoung's palm. At that moment, a kind of triangular composition was formed as Torai ran into a large male student. As the male student greeted him, Torai looked at him and Jaeyoung alternately, seemingly embarrassed. 'Wait, did I borrow money from you? Was it another kid?' The big boy said to Torai. 'It's me. And 850 won.' 'it's okay. Take 1,000 won.'

Torai took money from a male student and delivered it to Jaeyoung. 'I was mistaken for someone else. Please give me 150 won again.' Feeling like a fool, Jaeyoung took the bill and returned the coin. Torai handed the coin to the boy and suddenly disappeared. Jaeyoung stood there for a while before he understood the situation. The tall boy didn't have any corners that looked like Jaeyoung, but he had one thing in common. He had bleached his hair brightly. After graduating from the second semester of the third year and enlisting in the army, the absurd incident lingered in my memory for a long time. Jae-young, who returned to school after being discharged from the military, was very busy with classes, outsourced work, and sports, as well as activities in the theater club. So there was absolutely nothing to think about. In the second semester of the 4th year, the last semester of the never-ending busy schedule, Jae-young could not refuse the earnest request of her junior to be the MC at the school festival. He hosted several events and used the interlude to walk around campus with a broadcast camera on campus, poking microphones at students and interviewing them.

(4) Jaeyoung met him again in front of the College of Engineering. A black ball cap that was pressed tight, a checkered shirt on a dark green background, dark straight jeans, and old sneakers. It was less white and soft compared to when I was a freshman (it looked like I was in the military when I saw the burnt skin), but only the indifferent eyes were the same. Jaeyoung rushed forward impulsively. 'How are you enjoying the festival, classmates?' He was happy to meet another man he had not seen in a long time, and he mistakenly thought that he would recognize him as well. But Torai answered without even looking at Jaeyoung's face. 'I don't buy it.'

Jaeyoung was very annoyed at that moment, but he doesn't know exactly why. Without giving up, he caught up with the straddling fellow and slammed it one more time. 'The camera is taking pictures, classmate. How are you enjoying the festival?' 'This culture must disappear. Don't force me to enjoy the festival because I'm not interested in it and I don't enjoy it at all.' While Jae-young stopped in an absurd mood, Toray went away. Outwardly, he and his junior in the broadcasting department giggled that there are all sorts of strange babies in the world, but Jae-young was internally heated. But he was winning and running to the extent that such a trivial incident could not spoil his mood. Jaeyoung, who is about to graduate, won the grand prize in an international branding competition and went to an awards ceremony in Singapore. Based on several awards and a large portfolio, she passed the master's program at a prestigious design school in the United States. In the second half of the semester, using the status of a prospective graduate, he hardly attended classes and prepared for a graduation play and went out to play. It was a day with no regrets. Until we get results like the blue sky.

Korea University Character Education (required liberal arts) - Fail Judgment - No Graduation

I really didn't know that a two-credit liberal arts lecture would hold me back. A worthless course in which more than 100 students are put into a classroom, listened to, or taught a moral lecture, and then wasted time with a presentation at the end. Everyone had to take it, but as long as you attend, you are guaranteed a pass, so it was a garbage subject that no one cared about. Jaeyoung never showed up. Due to his personality, he disliked such subjects, and he could not afford to pay attention to such subjects due to competitions and theater club activities. Above all, he believed in the promise that a junior he knew would take responsibility for attending as a proxy and taking responsibility for group assignments. However, I later found out that the junior was in a similar situation.

'Brother, I'm really sorry. I have nothing to tell you... . Actually, I'm broke too. Even though I was all in attendance, I got 0 points for the assignment and got an F. A young captain without blood or tears... . I'm going to die sad because my aunt and grandmother passed away, but really... .' Jae-young hurriedly bought a Jeju green tea set, went to the professor, repented of his mistakes, and preached how he was going to get into a great graduate school and how to show the status of Korea University and Korea to the world, but failed to correct his grades. The professor replied with a tone of tiredness. 'It's unfortunate, but it's difficult. Still, the head of the administrative department of the College of Arts came and went with it, but I can't help it. If you can't attend class because you're due to graduate, didn't you tell me first? These days, the issue of proxy attendance is also published in newspapers, so it is difficult to ignore it. If no one knows... . The student was stubborn.' In other words, it sounded like only the captain had to persuade him. Jae-young got angry and contacted his junior by getting the manager's phone number, but the sleazy bastard chewed on the message and didn't answer the phone. It seemed that Jaeyoung's number was blocked. It was a vacation, so I had to visit it myself, but it was not easy to find the address. He said that he did not know the address at the computer office because he was a returning student and had no extracurricular activities. There was no name of Cho Sang-woo in the list of clubs, whether in the movie watching club, a cappella club, or judo club. As things went awry, the grade correction period came to an end. Jaeyoung was desperate, but the reason for not graduating was basically his own laziness, so after a few days, he was able to laugh. The situation was so funny, I got used to it being teased at a drinking party, and after chewing on the leader with my friends, I was able to shake it off. That's how much Jae-young had to spare. Although graduation was delayed, it wasn't too late among the male students who served in the military. In addition, the portfolio was so strong that I was confident that I could do it, whether it was a job or study abroad, even if I played for half a year. 'Hey, nice to meet you. Rumors spread that you won't be able to graduate? Why don't you play a mobile game project like that?'

'What game? Is this a student project?' 'Huh. Aera, who is rumored to be a genius in the computer world, is very good. Will it be fun? If you have nothing to do, why not try it instead of playing?' 'Yeah, I guess it's just passing it on.' '… that's right.' Han Su-young was the same age as Jae-young, but she took a long leave of absence and was graduating this year. She was going to go to graduate school at Hankuk University, but she was in a hurry to organize herself because she was hired by a large foreign company. 'Look at me. There's nothing to worry about until there. It's because the developer is a sensitive kid. If not, go to the meeting instead and explain why I can't do it. Huh?' 'Bare?' 'I'll buy you a drink when it's all over next month.' It was Jaeyoung who was playing games in the club room because there was nothing else to do. He accepted Sooyoung's request, pretending not to win.

(5) Unsurprisingly, there was a Torai sitting in the conference room. A freshman who spoke to a senior without blinking an eye, a male student with a white nape, and an idiot who could not recognize his face no matter how many times he met were in front of him. As you can see, he didn't recognize Jaeyoung again this time. The meeting, which I did not expect at all, went quite interesting. At first, Torai looked at Jaeyoung with suspicious eyes, but when he looked at his portfolio, his reaction changed. Jaeyoung had heard rumors about his coding skills at the level of a ghost story, so the anticipation grew. I was just annoyed because I couldn't graduate, but something interesting happened. 'Then give me your number.'

I also enjoy the honor of getting a number from another person. But things got messed up again. When Jae-young was confronted with the fact that 'Torai = Jo (Chu Sang-woo)', the cub disappeared from the conference room, leaving a note. My heart swelled as I heard the sadness that had subsided deep in my heart that I couldn't graduate because of only 2 credits. I tried to relieve the stress by summoning him and admonishing him, but Torai chewed the message again. Jaeyoung was very, very, very angry. However, the sexual correction period was long over anyway. It wasn't that he could graduate because he was a jerk, nor did he know his home address. I had no choice but to move on as if nothing had happened.

(6) On a leisurely weekend, Jae-young went to play with friends and saw Torai. A PC room part-time job that doesn't suit you. A few ways to harass him instantly came to his mind, but Toray was not someone he could harass in the usual way anyway. Jaeyoung decided to be cautious because he knew the precedents that others had failed. However, when I played the game in front of him, my stomach turned and I couldn't concentrate at all. Jaeyoung impulsively ordered ramen. It wasn't meant to be a rant and urge him to boil it again several times. I just wanted to see the expression of sorry for being aware of it, and the expression of annoyance even if it wasn't. But Torai acted shamelessly. Jae-young sympathized with the feelings of others who were trying to harass him, and in the end, he cursed and became angry. 'From now on, buy like garbage and don't just contact me.' I've never seen such a poorly socialized pup. Jae-young wanted to grab him and beat him up like a chimney, but when he hit him, it was obvious that he would dial 112 on his cell phone without showing any sign of pain. Jaeyoung endured this day as well. He had been observing Torai for several years, and he had a vague affinity for him no matter what others said. Originally, Jaeyoung was attracted to the heretic type, who did not belong to the normal category. However, it had to be some degree of madness,

but when it was related to him, rather than being interesting, he got fed up and wanted to stop seeing that bastard.

(7) Then, one day, Torai, whom he had asked not to see again, suddenly appeared at the store where Jaeyoung worked with a pretty girl. Since Jae-young has been working since the opening of the store she runs at the request of her close sister, the fact that he works here was quite famous in the neighborhood. Jaeyoung's blood pressure rose from the moment Torai entered. Even my heart was pounding when I approached myself to receive the fight that I had walked without fear. However, Torai only ordered pasta and did not recognize Jaeyoung. It wasn't smoke. Even when their eyes met, they looked at each other as if they were seeing each other for the first time. A feeling that was twice as intense as all the anger he had ever felt against him was welling up in his chest. Why? As the food came out, I pondered why it was so tight, and there was only one answer - extreme indifference. The freshman reception, the 850 won incident, and the interview have been around for a long time, so even if I forgot they are still there. However, in a situation in which one's actions were the trigger and someone failed to graduate, if it was a human child, wouldn't he have to pretend that he was embarrassed by thinking about the other person's feelings? Especially if the opponent showed a favorable gesture first. It seemed that this guy's head was only filled with thoughts that he had nothing to do with it and that he had to turn it off as soon as possible. 'Ah, Kim Young-jae... . Seniors.' What's more, they didn't recognize Jae-young as a person and thought that something was barking loudly. So, if the clothes and accessories change a little, you can't recognize them at all. Jaeyoung had never seen an opponent who made him feel so neglected.

Jae-young's anger went to a slightly strange place. If Gong and Gwadae, who had been yelling at him to bring him a pata, wanted to trample on his tortilla, Jaeyoung wanted to make him take care of him. Just as much as you care. Jae-young hoped that the indifferent eye color of Torai would be crushed by intense emotions, whether it was disgust or whatever, and that the name Jang Jae-young would be engraved on his head, which would be neatly arranged like a machine. 'Is there anything you don't like?' 'Senior.' Then it was so easy. As soon as the day was over, I started planning. In the notebook that Toray had left behind in the conference room, the subjects to be taken for the next semester were organized. Jae-young reworked the timetable by referring to the chart. After that, I sold my feet. 'Do you know a student named Chu Sang-woo? He's a boy who always wears black clothes and a black hat.' Security guards at the front and back doors, catering meals, nutritionists, shop owners, part-time administrative workers, librarians, futsal field construction workers, and the students who had taken such classes last semester and asked questions. Then came the funny results. 'You know that student, because he rides his bike to school at the same time every day.' (security) 'I always buy the same coffee and drink it at the same time. He didn't even say anything else.' (Store owner) 'That boy, last semester, he came in at 4:02 every day without missing a day. I didn't need a separate watch.' (Library Librarian) 'You mean the guy who goes alone every day? I'm sure it'll pass here in exactly 41 minutes. And make sure to drop the coffee can in the second trash bin around the corner. I guess you don't like other trash cans.' (Construction Worker) 'He sat in the same seat every day. Probably the whole semester.' (student) It was more serious than that.

Others have already shown that you can't even scratch him in the usual way. That's why we need to find a way to do it again through gyokjisaji. Jae-young devised a plan to tear down the perfect daily life of Cho Sang-woo. The day before the start of the class, he was looking forward to the day he would go to school more than anyone.

Sang-woo couldn't concentrate on the Chinese class at all. The blocker sitting next to him constantly swung his pen with his fingers, trembled his legs nonstop, and, if I had to forget, slapped him with his elbow once in a while. Because of that, a 50-minute class felt like five hours. The moment the class was over, I felt happy. Sang-woo got up without looking at Jae-young, who was preoccupied with painting the edge of the desk with a pen. I headed to the next class faster than anyone else. 'I thought you weren't normal, so I tried to move on, but I changed my mind. Look forward to next semester.' Could it be that he has changed his mind and that he intends to interrupt him by attending the same class? An ominous feeling bloomed in my heart, but I struggled to deny it. It won't be. The subjects must have overlapped by chance. After rushing out, there was another bag in the classroom where Sang-woo always sat. This time it was a navy blue backpack. It was unfortunate that there was someone in this class who knew the perfection of that place. Sang-woo calmed his mind with a deep breath and sat next to him and opened a book, but he was so angry that he couldn't see the letters. The page where his fist lay was wet with sweat. To see the devil every Monday morning, and that's why I can't focus on class! The owner of the backpack arrived while swearing inwardly. Sang-woo wasn't interested in who he was, but this time his head turned on its own. Red padding, red jersey, red hat, Coca-Cola!

His foe sat down with both the crossbody bag and the backpack on the chair. Sangwoo just stared blankly at him for 30 seconds. Jang Jae-young took a sip of Coke and smiled. Sang-woo thought this was not the case, so he left his seat and got up, but he couldn't miss class. He moved to the seat farthest from Jae-young and sat down. Class started soon. While calling for attendance, the professor put on his glasses at Jaeyoung's turn. “Student Jaeyoung Jang, this is the Department of Visual Design. Is this class okay?” “I really like math, Professor.” “Is that so, engineering math?” The professor was intrigued, but Sang-woo was upset. He tied his hair and despaired, and missed four minutes of class. After that, it was difficult to concentrate. It was not always where I was sitting, so the angle the professor looked at was different, and it seemed that his voice could not be heard well because of his mood. The atmosphere was also untidy than usual, which was the worst. When class was over, Sang-woo ran out of the classroom like a bullet. I have never felt such intense anger. He maintains his composure in most situations, but it feels like he has been stabbed in his Achilles tendon. Sang-woo almost ran and stood in line in front of the restaurant. I put my hand on my knee and was holding my breath, but the end of the red padding I didn't want to see caught on the end of my view. Jang Jae-young was talking to the students in the back as if he didn't care about Sang-woo, but Sang-woo was afraid of him. It was fortunate that he didn't talk to me, but the fact that he was there now made me feel like I was getting hives. The time it took for the line to fall seemed longer as the day went on. When we sat down at the Korean food corner, it was two minutes earlier than usual. Still, Sang-woo was trembling with anxiety. “Ah, there is a seat over there!” 'end?'

The dirty feeling didn't go away. Jae-young, who was standing around with a plate, passed through the many empty tables and sat down next to Sang-woo, who dared to eat in the corner.

i) Go to another seat: he follows and the same thing happens.  waste time ii) Stay still: nothing happens.

Sang-woo went through a simple simulation, ignored him and ate. “Brother, bro, bro! Why are you studying?” "Yeah. It's been a while, you bastard." “I told my professor that I didn’t graduate after having a double bath, is that true?” “No fuck, who is it?” And I saw an amazing sight. A phenomenon in which tables fill up one by one just because Jaeyoung is sitting next to him even though he has deliberately chosen a quiet spot. Sang-woo ate without knowing whether food was going into his mouth or his nose because of the people around him and the excessive noise. When I checked the time after eating, it was 12:22, six minutes earlier than usual. Sang-woo got up quickly with an empty plate, quickly disposed of the leftovers, and drank five glasses of water from the sink. The only thing that didn't feel right was that I ate the rice in a hurry. Sang-woo came out the back door and stopped by the kiosk. He drank canned coffee from the 'Black Holic' brand after every meal. The reason I preferred this product was that it was the cheapest and the quantity was just right. After passing the sweets section, the ramen section, and the ice cream section, three beverage refrigerators appeared. Sang-woo stood in front of the third refrigerator and looked at the fifth shelf. 'what? Where are you?'

No matter how much I rolled my eyes, the place where the coffee I always drink was displayed was empty. Sang-woo was not the type who was used to unexpected situations. He stood in front of the refrigerator for a while in disbelief as he faced the first situation he had encountered while entering university, before approaching a middle-aged woman who managed the canteen. “Aren’t you bringing in a blackholic now?” “Ah, student! that… .” She averted Sang-woo's eyes as if he was in trouble. “A certain student bought all of them yesterday afternoon.” Sang-woo felt the sky collapse. There was no need to ask which student did that. Since the cause was clearly known, the important thing was to deal with it afterwards. “Then when are you coming?” “I think it will take two weeks because it is not a popular item?” Reluctantly, he picked up a can with a design similar to a 'blackholic', counted, and staggered out of the kiosk. Has there ever been a day in his life that he was so messed up? Was there ever a day when things didn't go as planned? In other words, there was not a single day. Sang-woo walked with a dazed feeling. There was a promenade where he ate and drank coffee. An 11-minute walk through the trail in the mountain behind the school always energized my daily life. Sang-woo walked slowly and remembered the unpleasant things that happened today. There were only a couple of things that were strange. How did Jang Jae-young know Sang-woo's timetable, where he was sitting, and what kind of coffee he was drinking? like a stalker. “You can’t go in this way.” "why?" “It is being used by the theater club.”

The entrance to the promenade that Sang-woo always used was blocked. It wasn't an absurd situation, but it was suspicious that something like this had happened today. Because it's never been like that before. Sang-woo had no choice but to walk the other way. He took a sip of the coffee he was holding in his hand, but it was so sweet that his face frowned. After passing the futsal field, a worker who was resting in front of the construction site spoke to Sangwoo. “Student, why are you here today?” What the hell are you talking about in the beginning? It was a day where a lot of strange things happened. Sang-woo poured canned coffee into the sewer and walked to the front of the natural university. “…….” It's no coincidence that the second recycle bin you use all the time is full. Sang-woo has only thrown cans in the trash can until now, because there is no fear of it being full. Throwing a can into the third trash didn't feel right. Also, the can hit the entrance and fell, so I had to pick it up and throw it away again. Sang-woo trembled and headed to the library. 'You can't bother me here.' The library is a reservation system, so Sang-woo, who always reserves a seat at midnight, never loses his seat. Sang-woo walked in like a storm, sat in front of the computer, requested books, and borrowed necessary books from among the new books on the shelf. And I sat in the rightmost seat of the fourth desk I had reserved in advance in the reading room. The place was not crowded as it was next to the theology corner, where students do not come often, and there were no windows, so there was no obstruction. Sang-woo had never sat in any other seat. When I saw the bag lying next to me, my heart sank for a moment, but fortunately it was a white eco-bag, not the backpack or leather cross-body bag I saw today. Sang-woo opened his major book and started studying. I went to the bathroom once in the middle. When I got back to my seat, there was a can of coffee on the desk.

i) Did I buy it?  N ii) Can you see the owner looking for the item?  N iii) Is it useful to me?  Y (Reason: ‘Black Holic’)

He went through a three-step algorithm to reach the can. Just as I was about to take the lid off the lid and drink, I saw a post-it attached to the coffee. It was a bizarre handwriting to the extent that it was a waste to say that it was a development sabbatical.

Jang Jae-young's property

Sang-woo frowned as if he had seen a disgusting insect. Then a hand suddenly appeared from behind his shoulder and took the can. Sang-woo's gaze went up and met the eyes beyond the large eyeglasses. “See you again.” “…….” Jaeyoung hung the backpack he was carrying, the leather crossbody bag, and the white eco-bag on the desk on the chair. The report was hard to believe. Here was a bastard carrying three bags, purely for the sake of pranking others. He took off his red fur hat, put it on the desk, and went away. Sang-woo broke the sharp core twice because he applied too much force to his hand. Cockroaches are more concerned when they are invisible than when they are in front of them. Jang Jae-young did just that to Sang-woo. Even if he wasn't sitting right next to him, he couldn't study because he was worried about what he was doing with that creepy red beanie on his desk. Jaeyoung soon returned with a few books. , , . After borrowing three books like mine, he tilted his chair back and flicked through the bookshelves, then looked closely at the photos as they appeared.

'Poor bastard... .' I tried hard not to look at it, but I kept hearing the sound of the book turning. Besides, he kept hitting his leg and the desk shook. If there had been at least one other student, they would have worked together to notice, but Sang-woo was the only one at the desk. It was an 8-seater desk, but it was too obvious to sit close to him and shake the desk.

expression of anger = defeat ignore = win

Sang-woo had a fight with an interested seed in high school, so he knew how to respond. No matter how great a reason may be attached to it, it is just a psychology similar to that of a barbarian man who takes off his pants in hopes that the other person will be surprised. Jang Jae-young wants Sang-woo to lose his composure and collapse, to be angry and cursing. But despite knowing it with his head, his patience kept showing the bottom. Sangwoo tried to put up with it, but the moment the desk shook and the sharp core broke, his legs moved spontaneously and he got up. After organizing the writing instruments, covering the book and roughing it into the backpack, Jaeyoung stretched out and stood up. He followed behind him as if it was natural. Now it wasn't surprising. Sang-woo decided to ignore him. However, while going down the stairs, his anger accumulated, and after he almost bumped into him in front of the building, he couldn't stand it, so he faced Jae-Young Jang. It was like a battle scene in the wilderness. Just by looking at his facial expressions, Sang-woo with a contorted face would look like a villain and Jae-young with a lot of leisure time would look like a hero, but the situation was the other way around. When Sang-woo faced the villain who was tormenting him, a gust of wind blew past them, just like in a game play. Sang-woo wanted to take out a weapon and stab him like the main character in an RPG game. “Are you crazy?”

A weak attack did no damage to the enemy. Jae-young seemed satisfied to hear that kind of thing. “Senior, are you a stalker?” “You’re a stalker, your juniors’ behavior is obvious.” Jaeyoung covered his mouth and yawned and put his hand in his pocket. “Everyone knew that we were doing the same thing at the same time and in the same place every day. Did you think you wouldn't be able to see it if you wore black clothes? You're a lot bigger than you think." “How did you know the timetable?” He took a familiar notebook from one of the three bags and threw it at Sang-woo. It was a notebook left in the meeting room, and Sang-woo's timetable was drawn in it. As Jaeyoung took a few steps closer, the height difference that wasn't noticeable from afar became clear. Sang-woo opened his eyes not to lose and looked up at him. “It’s not like you can graduate. Why are you wasting your time?” “I’m going to do annoying things because I like my country. You should have touched me.” “What is the gain in tormenting me?” "just… . It’s a matter of mood.” Jang Jae-young, who was smiling, looked like a villain. Sang-woo felt goosebumps on his arm. Was the premise that he was a human with minimal rationality wrong? Jaeyoung was only saying things that he couldn't understand. Don't you usually harm others for your desired goals? What if you're a sadist who just takes pleasure in bullying? “How am I going to stop?” "well. I haven't thought of that yet. Be obedient even now. It's like you're regretting your military service in the past." “I must have done something wrong so I wouldn’t regret it.”

“Or wait until I change my mind. I am a fickle person.” “I thought he was just trash, but he was a great psycho.” “I hear that a lot.” There seemed to be an invisible spark between them. A smirk appeared on Sangwoo's lips without even trying. “I think you see me as a very hogu cub, but you have made a big mistake. I'm not afraid of anything, and in my life, I've gotten rid of all the scumbags, garbage, and interested seeds. Seniors like this are nothing to me.” When he deliberately bluffed, Jae-young laughed as if he was excited. “The more I hear that, the more I burn.” “Let’s do well, Psycho-senpai.” "Huh. There's nothing I can do anyway, thanks to my fellow juniors." Sang-woo turned his back roughly and approached the bicycle that was hung in front of the library. Jaeyoung went to cover it with his back so that he could not peek, unlocked the lock and hurriedly got on the bike. 'It's probably not without the wind.' If you touch the bike, you have an excuse to report him to the police right away. But contrary to what I thought, the bike ran just fine. Sang-woo just returned home earlier than usual. I put my bicycle on the front of the studio and went up to the 4th floor. When I returned to the room after unlocking the door lock, my mind and body calmed down. Sang-woo lay on the bed without changing clothes and rested for a while. 'What kind of thunderbolt is this?' suffered all day. I couldn't concentrate in class, my lunchtime meal was on top, my walks were ruined, and I couldn't study in the library. Contrary to what he said to Jaeyoung, Sang-woo was not confident. He was different from the villains who had passed him before, this Jang Jae-young. Cunning, delicate, and frail, he committed illegal acts and was unlikely to give him a chance to counterattack.

'There is only one solution.' The only way is to persevere so that he wears out the weeds and falls off. No matter how young Jang Jae-young is, he will not be able to digest like 'Engineering and Mathematics 2', and even if he takes a course, he will not take a course that will not help. It will be at most two weeks anyway. You can freely cancel the course you have taken for two weeks, but it is impossible after that. 2 weeks. It's painful, but it's not a very long period of a semester. If you close your eyes and endure, good days will come. 'It's annoying though.' Sang-woo felt anger fill up in his heart. It was a hardship I couldn't tell anyone. I didn't have many friends, but I wouldn't be able to empathize if I had to say that I was stressed because I just lost a seat and someone was sitting next to me. That day, Sangwoo had a bad sleep.

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The next day, and the long-awaited second day of the new semester. Sang-woo came out an hour earlier than usual and got on the bike without strength. Normally, I always slept eight hours a night, but today I woke up once in the middle due to a nightmare, and I only slept for four hours, so my physical condition was not good. Red padding appeared in my dream, but when I unzipped the zipper, sharp teeth appeared and tried to bite Sang-woo. It felt funny when I woke up, but in the dream I was terrified and ran away. 'Let's wait two weeks.' Sang-woo clenched his teeth and recited a magic spell. The unfounded anxiety that my stable life was about to crumble continued to spring up and I had to calm myself down often. There was no alternative. However, I can't change the subjects I need to take (Jang Jae-young will come after me anyway), and I can't just take a leave of absence due to such an unfortunate event.

When I passed the main gate, the time of 8:24 was stamped on the electronic clock. Unlike the day before, I went to school early to secure a seat. It was early so there were few students on campus. Sang-woo left his bicycle in front of the library and headed to the Engineering Building where there was a class. As soon as I opened the classroom door, I despaired. It was because there was a leather bag on the rightmost desk in the fourth row. When did you come and take a seat? A month later, he ran to the bag and inspected it closely, but could not find out the truth. 'Did you leave it yesterday?' Sang-woo thought of a shocking possibility. No matter how hard he looked, he didn't seem diligent. Rather than arriving early in the morning and leaving the bag, it was more sensible to say that he left the bag the day before. Anyway, today was a loss. Sang-woo had no choice but to sit in the farthest place from the seat. The classroom, which had not yet turned on the heater, was as cold as it was outside. As I sat without taking off my padding and scarf, drowsiness came. I didn't get enough sleep, so that was enough. I opened the book to study, but the letters kept appearing blurry. 'If you fall asleep in class like this, it's a big deal.' Rather, it would be better to get some sleep before class starts. He closed the book and wrote as a pillow for the first time. As soon as I put my cheek to the book and closed my eyes, my consciousness became blurred. “… 30 points are made up of assignments and the remaining 20 points are made up of final assessments. Is my office and e-mail address listed on the syllabus? The student to be interviewed can go to the teaching assistant or send an e-mail directly to me. Now, let’s see what the problem is.” When Sang-woo opened his eyes again, he heard a monotonous voice. And red filled my vision. Obviously, I was sitting a long way away from the seat he was assigned to, and Jang Jae-young was right next to me, with a smile full of laughter. Sang-woo got up quickly and checked his watch. It had been 14 minutes since class started.

I looked around and saw that each student was looking at a problem sheet they had printed, but there was nothing on my desk. flutter. Next to him, Jaeyoung held an A4 sheet of paper between his fingers and waved it. 'That bastard... .' Sang-woo hurriedly looked at the other students, but no one had extra handouts. However, when I stopped talking to the professor and asked for a new question paper, I was embarrassed because I had stayed still until now. Sang-woo clenched his teeth and extended his hand to Jae-young. said lowering his voice. “Give it up, my print.” “Have you left it? This is mine.” “You’re not going to study anyway.” Jaejoong's eyes narrowed. A thin piece of paper fluttered from his fingertips. Sangwoo reached out and tried to pick it up, but Jae-young pulled the print back and pulled it out, so he couldn't. Jaeyoung folded the paper in half. Then it was folded in half again. Sang-woo watched what he was doing with a nervous feeling. “If you want something, you shouldn’t be asking politely.” Jae-young, who was wearing red clothes and whispering lowly with a gritty attitude, looked like a devil. Sang-woo's essential handout was now in the shape of an airplane, sandwiched between his index and middle fingers. "give." “More earnestly.” “Because it’s different.” "leaving out." The moment the professor turned his back to the students while writing, the paper plane drew a soft parabola and escaped through the slightly opened back door.

Sang-woo got up from his seat, suppressing the rising anger. It was also a foolish idea to try to get something from Jang Jae-young. He squirmed between the densely laid desks and stepped forward, picking up a sheet of printed matter piled up in the church. At that moment, the professor turned around and put on a cold expression. “What are the students doing?” "sorry. I didn’t receive the material, but I couldn’t tell you because it might interfere with the lecture.” “It’s not like I’ve been sleeping since the first hour.” The professor licked his tongue and made a pathetic expression. “I go to the bathroom.” "Yes?" "restroom." Sang-woo went out the front door without knowing English. Although he was not a student loved by professors for his actions such as raising his hand and making presentations or visiting a separate laboratory, he gained the professors' trust by the end of the semester due to his high level of task completion and test scores. This was the first time I had been photographed by a professor from the first day. In addition, Professor Choi was an important professor who mainly lectured 4th grade subjects. When Sang-woo entered the bathroom, he almost screamed. His reflection in the mirror was strange. A dark, dark mustache was painted under his nose. I quickly turned on the faucet and washed my face with water, but nothing changed. 'I have to go back soon... .' Sang-woo rubbed the soap on the palm of his hand, lathering it, and rubbing the pharynx quickly. The black graffiti was erased little by little, but it was very slow. Sangwoo couldn't believe that he was wasting his lecture time on such useless things. 'It was meticulously painted as a pre-university student, you bastard.'

So I flew 19 minutes. When I tried to go back to the classroom again, I felt like I was only going to get a glance from the professor who went in because there was only 5 minutes left. 'What did I do so wrong?' Sang-woo suddenly felt a sense of shame. Since I was doing the homework by myself, I just told the professor the truth. Jang Jae-young's failure to graduate may be unfair to me, but looking at it, it was self-sufficient. For that reason, it was too harsh for him, who had done nothing wrong, to wait on his back outside the classroom during class. “You bastard like an error!” Sang-woo spit out the worst curse imaginable. An error was also an error. If it is caused by a typo or format error, it can be easily corrected, but logical errors tend to appear even if you think you have perfectly coded, and they are not easily caught even if you search the entire code. Jang Jae-young, who suddenly appeared and destroyed Sang-woo's daily life, was nothing but a semantic error. After class was over, the students rushed out. Sang-woo walked against them to his seat and grabbed his backpack. I saw a red padding at the end of my field of vision, but I ignored it and left the classroom. Jang Jae-young's goal is to piss off Sang-woo. I didn't want to make him triumphant by showing his expression. Once the face was lost, it crumbled as if a piece of Jenga had been removed by mistake. Sang-woo sat blankly throughout the 'algorithm' class, obscured by a pillar in the leftmost seat in the second row, unable to see the professor's face. I thought it would be better not to attend class than to sit in such a place, but I had no choice but to stay away from Jae-young, who took the best place in the computer science major. After that, it flowed just like the day before. Sang-woo was served Korean food and took a seat in the most remote part of the restaurant, while Jae-young and Jae-young left a lot of seats and sat next to him and ate without a word. I felt like I was going to be on top of it, so I removed the plate and went to the store, but of course there was no coffee that Sang-woo wanted. The walk was canceled because of the theater club guys.

When I sat down at the reserved seat in the library, I was exhausted. It was only two days after the bullying started. So, how did you survive that psycho attack for two weeks? “Today, you have a fever, junior.” Jang Jae-young appeared with a borrowed book. Today was a fantasy novel. He sat in a bad posture and quietly opened a book, but Sang-woo rolled his eyes. Just looking at his face now filled with anger. 'Where can I not report?'

Charge: - The crime of walking around in red clothes (not illegal) - A sin that took place (not illegal) - Sitting next to you (not illegal) - trembling legs (ambiguity) - Pen turn sin (ambiguity) - The crime of selling out coffee (not illegal) - The crime of filling a trash can (not illegal) - The crime of not giving a handout (not illegal) - The crime of graffiti on the face (guilty) - Existence itself (not illegal) - …….

The more he pointed out his faults, the more humble he seemed to be. The weakminded villain did not utter reproachful abusive language, nor did he use violence. As if

it went into and out of Sang-woo's head, it didn't seem like a big deal to others, but he did only the things he didn't like and gave him pain. 'You bastard like a bug.' Sang-woo stared at Jae-young, who was giggling while looking at the book. He was fully reclining in the chair, with one leg on the opposite knee and squeaking loudly. Sang-woo felt a strong desire to hit the back of the head covered with a red hat. I didn't do anything to take care of Jang Jae-young for a while, but things got better after a while. It was because his enemy, who was reading the book, yawned and began to sleep on his stomach. Fortunately, he slept peacefully without snoring, grinding his teeth, or drooling. After he fell asleep, his supposed friends giggled and took pictures, and a few female students were walking around and whispering, but it wasn't too much of a disturbance. Thanks to this, Sang-woo was able to partially fulfill the purpose of coming to the library. Two hours later, Sang-woo put the book and pencil case in the bag, being careful not to wake Jae-young. But as soon as the chair was removed, he jumped up. A drink and a few individually wrapped sweets from strangers fell to the floor when struck with an elbow. Sang-woo pretended not to know him and came out of the library. I went down as fast as I could, but quickly caught up. Then it became like a competition, and they went down the stairs to the first floor frantically fast. “Sangwoo, are you annoyed?” “Don’t talk to me because I don’t want to hear your voice.” “You did it yourself.” Sang-woo strode out of the building and walked towards the place where the bicycle was tied. “I did nothing wrong. Your seniors are forcing you to do things that even elementary school students wouldn't do, I... .”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, are you blaming me alone? Are you talking about it again?” Sang-woo stood still because the sound could not be heard. “What is my fault? If you're talking about omitting the name in the PPT... .” “Pick it up.” Jaeyoung cut off his words. I turned around and he was standing a lot closer than I thought. I expected it to be clumsy, but unexpectedly, it was a serious face. Against the dark sky, Sang-woo made eye contact with Jae-young, who was wearing a red beanie hat. “It may be hard to believe, but I wanted to get along with you.” Sangwoo shut his mouth. It wasn't the first time I'd seen Jaeyoung's face so close. But I never looked closely. I didn't know and didn't care until then that the eyes behind the glasses were slightly drooping, that his nose was straight, whether he was dressed neatly or dressed like a man, and that neither his eyes nor his hair were completely black. “Man is an emotional animal. If you hadn't been ignoring me like that, I would have laughed at things like PPT." “Then if I apologize, will you stop?” Jae-young made an embarrassed expression and laughed out loud. “Aren't you stupid? You are a coding genius. Oh, you're a machine, so don't you know the human psychology?" “What do you mean?” “If it were such a simple matter, you would have come all the way here, huh?” His cryptic words seemed more daunting than any problem he had ever solved. It was like looking down at the endless darkness. To Sang-woo, it was only the sound of catching floating clouds. “Don’t rationalize. A senior is a human horseman, an idiot, a sadist, nothing more, nothing less.”

Instead of getting angry at that, Jaeyoung put on a funny expression on his face. “I’m glad to hear compliments from you.” “Are you crazy?” "Yes. You too be careful.” 'You bastard.' Sang-woo muttered to himself and unlocked the bike. He got on the bike and ran without looking back.

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On Wednesday, there was a series of lectures on 'Popular Culture and Cultural Theory'. It was a class that was criticized for being difficult, but this was the only liberal arts lecture I could take during this time. The syllabus was full of unfamiliar terms such as Frankfurt School or Orientalism, and it was difficult to read the text even after studying the book. It seemed like a difficult lecture to a science and engineering student already, but considering the intervention of the interferer, it was certain that he would not understand at all. Sang-woo closed his eyes tightly as he entered the classroom 19 minutes before class started. Of course he was there, but he didn't want to see that ugly crossbody bag. But when I opened my eyes, my vision was clear. The most perfect seat in the classroom was as clean as no one had ever sat. 'What is this?' My heart was pounding at how startled I was. Sang-woo approached him burly and sat down on a chair that did not envy the throne. At first, a feeling of satisfaction came over me, but again, I couldn't predict what Jae-young Jang would do, so the anxiety was just as great. Sang-woo opened the textbook and prepared for what he was going to learn today. I was sitting in the right seat and there was no red next to me, so I felt like I was studying

for a long time. While I was reading a book, a white eco-bag came up next to me. Sangwoo let out a big sigh. “Why are you sighing in the morning?” Then he turned his head to a voice he had never expected. It wasn't Jaeyoung. For once, Sang-woo was happy with that fact alone. However, the girl in the dark green jumper looked familiar. “It is wisdom, wisdom. The one who helped move the box last time. We ate together, didn't we?" She spoke cheerfully as if she had read Sang-woo's expression and sat down. It was then that Sang-woo remembered wisdom. Last time, I didn't recognize her because she wasn't braiding her hair like it is now. Ji-hye turned to Sang-woo and spoke to her. “Are you listening to this too? Interested in philosophy? I am interested in the theories of French thinkers such as Lacan or Foucault, so I would like to hear them.” “I am not interested. You have to listen to it.” "Oh really? By the way, I need to take a computer science class too. that is great. I'll ask him later what's the easiest. From what I hear, the biggest difference between the theory of information processing and the introduction to computer science... .” Fortunately, class started at the right time and cut her off. A professor who was not late, everything prepared, and a perfect seat. Although there was a person next to him who would be chattering all day if left alone, Sang-woo evaluated that this was good enough. Suddenly, I thought that I had never seen Jang Jae-young today. Obviously he hadn't given up yet, and there must have been something going on, but anyway, he felt a little out of breath.

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“… So you see the world divided into the elite elite and the powerless general public. It’s the view that elites lead society.” “That is true. If that is the case, then what is the meaning of the objection that glorifies the public?” “You said it wasn’t a matter of truth or lies. What should we do from that attitude of approaching the sociological theory as right and wrong?” Sang-woo was walking down the hall of the liberal arts college while discussing the content of today's class with Ji-hye. Unsurprisingly, Wisdom was more intelligent than it looked, and Sang-woo was encouraged by the fact that he did not see a reddish color. 'This is normal.' After two days of suffering, he was overjoyed by the brief experience of normalcy. For two lessons, Wisdom sat beside her, but unlike anyone else, she was not disturbed at all. In addition, after class, Sang-woo explained the parts that he did not understand properly, which was a bonus. “Brother, where is the next class?” “I don’t have classes anymore.” "Envious… . I have two more. What would you like for lunch?” Ji-hye said that it was natural for them to have lunch together, since they had taken the class next to them. Sang-woo had doubts about the consistency of the premise, but he did not dare to dispute her words as he was on his way to the restaurant. Sang-woo felt anxious as he walked through the campus, not knowing where his enemies might come from. As he continued to look around, Wisdom asked why. As he was about to answer, Sang-woo saw a group of people pouring out of the liberal arts college. The only advantage of the red padding is that it stands out from a distance. “Hey, let’s go quickly.” "why?" "hurry."

Sang-woo rushed to the restaurant and quickly lined up at the Korean food corner. The fact that Jang Jae-young came out among so many people means that he had just listened to a large lecture. Come to think of it, he is in a situation where he has to retake the 'Korean University Character Education'. It was clear that my classes overlapped, so I couldn't annoy Sang-woo in the cultural theory class. 'At least Wednesday, I'll take a breather.' Sang-woo was satisfied and picked up the plate. After serving, I had to decide where to sit, but I had a good idea. He headed to an area full of people as usual. I looked around the restaurant and saw that there were only two empty tables. Sang-woo sat down at an empty seat with Ji-hye, respectively, filling the table with all seats, blocking Jae-young from interfering. “Brother, you look good.” "uh." And Sang-woo started eating without a word. As he ate, his gaze wandered over the people serving them. The red padding was lining up to receive the pork cutlet. He also looked around his head as hard as Sangwoo. Soon Jae-young was pushed into the crowd and entered the restaurant. His gaze, which had been looking everywhere, came to Sang-woo. Sang-woo gave a triumphant expression and Jae-young went to another area with a strange face mixed with ridicule. It wasn't a big deal, but Sang-woo felt a strong sense of joy. “Are you going to eat and go home?” “No, I’m going to the library.” “Then let’s go to the store. I'll buy you a drink." "no." "why?" Sang-woo paused the chopsticks he had been working hard on for a while. It was such a complicated story. How can you explain in a nutshell why you can't drink anything at the kiosk?

“It sounds strange, but I am being bullied.” "Yes?" Ji-hye looked so surprised, Sang-woo closed her mouth. When Sang-woo remained silent, she begged her to speak. “Really, brother? In what way? If it's true, it's serious." It seemed like he was just talking out of nowhere. While contemplating how to explain this, Jihyo seemed to be thinking terrible thoughts in her imagination. “I don’t know who the hell is doing that, but there are counseling centers, police stations, and there are a lot of people in the world who can help.” Sang-woo got even more confused and went back to Ji-hye's first question. “He bought all the coffee I drink. So there are no drinks left in the kiosk that you can buy.” "Yes? kiosk? Before life?” Jihyo made a bewildered expression on her face and burst into laughter. “What, I order a box online. It was delivered in one day, so what’s the problem?” “…….” I felt like I had been hit in the head. The stores selling 'Black Holic' are not just school canteens, they are trapped in the frame of space. Sang-woo wasn't bad, but once an accident got stuck in the mold, he couldn't get out of it easily. In the past, when the school's intelligence test showed very low scores, the teacher explained that Sang-woo was a genius in terms of his logical and computational intelligence, but his applied reasoning intelligence and human-friendly intelligence were below the average. Sang-woo looked at Wisdom with a different perspective. “You are very smart.” Wisdom smiled hahaha. “How else are you bothering me? Tell me everything.”

“… Again, this may sound strange, but I have to sit in a certain spot in class to be able to concentrate.” "Oh! I saw someone like that on the show. It's a word of caution, isn't it? compulsion… .” “The doctor is not disabled. Anyway, that person keeps taking the seat first, so I can't sit down. The further away from there, the harder it is to concentrate, but when I try to sit nearby, the color... No, I hate people so much that I don’t know what to do with them.” "Well… . Then just sit next to me and use the screen. It’s something I used when I was in elementary school.” Allow a close physical distance, but block your view. This solution also sounded good. Sang-woo gradually came to trust in Wisdom's flexible way of thinking. “And in the library, I keep shaking my legs and reading books too loudly. The sound of turning pages is annoying... .” “You can wear earplugs. Not long.” Wisdom smiled. Sang-woo followed her and smiled. “Hey, thank you. I'll buy dinner next time." "Really? I look forward to it!” Instead of going to the library that day, Sang-woo decided to shop extensively at the Wonwon Shop. When I woke up after eating, I saw Jang Jae-young eating in another area surrounded by friends. “Brother, haven’t I eaten yet?” Sang-woo walked with excitement. He quickly removed the plate from the pit and drank water. I walked out of the restaurant feeling hopeful. "let's go together!" A voice of wisdom was heard from behind. Running with her ponytails fluttering and her face blushing, she looked like a green monster because of the clothes she was wearing.

"why?" "Yes?" “Why did you call me?” “No, just… . It's the way to go anyway, but it's good to go together. And if you eat alone, you're sold out.” 'That's very strange.' Sangwoo had doubts. He always ate alone, but never thought of it that way. “Then don’t go to the store. I have a class at the liberal arts college, so please take me on the way.” “… why?" Sang-woo felt uncomfortable because Ji-hye sounded like a child being abducted for her age. “It is good for your health to take a walk after eating. You have to do that to avoid getting sick.” 'That's right.' Sang-woo got a companion on a walk for the first time. Originally, I was going to go to the Cheonwon Shop right away, but it didn't sound bad to go for a walk, as Jihyo said. Although I did a little bit of barefoot exercise in the morning, I needed to walk during my daily life to stay healthy. “Brother, can I ask you something?” “Is that a question?” "no. It was a rhetorical expression of asking a question soon. Wasn't he nicknamed 'Lettuce' when he was young?” “… how did you know?"

Wisdom said he knew that, and clapped his hands. From the first time I heard the name, I was so concerned that it almost came out of my mouth, so I stopped and smiled. “Would you be offended if I called you lettuce oppa?” "no." After all, Sang-woo has been called that all his life. It's been a long time since I gave up because it was useless to tell people not to do anything. In addition, there was an irrational corner of Ji-hye, who insisted on the title of 'brother' even though she was not a real younger brother. People misuse their titles arbitrarily, and they get tired of paying attention to each and every one of them. Far from being friendly, there are people who call him 'Sangwoo-ya' as if they were family. Coincidentally, as soon as I remembered him, the red padding himself appeared from behind the building. Jang Jae-young was walking with two male students. In that brief moment, the two met their eyes. Sang-woo immediately turned around. “… brother?" “I'm going over there. See you later." "Yes! goodbye!" Sang-woo quickly walked past Ji-hye, who nodded with her waist folded in half. I listened to class, ate well, and although I didn't drink coffee, I was even going for a walk, and as soon as I saw the red color, I was hooked. Sang-woo really hates red now. After walking for a while, I glanced back. Jae-young, who had suddenly fallen from the group, came up to ten steps behind Sang-woo. My legs moved before my brain gave the command. 'You can't get caught.' It was an instinctive run. An error that crept into a world that had been firmly established by whoever threatened or wielded violence, a legitimate system that had been maintained by using the authority of a teacher in middle and high school and public authority after becoming an adult. An error that occurs suddenly and causes the program to become inoperable without knowing the cause.

After being discharged, there was nothing to run, but Sang-woo was running with all his might because he didn't want to see Jang Jae-young. Natural colleges, academic institutions, and canteens passed by in a blurry way. I passed countless students who did not know their faces. Sang-woo, who had already reached the front door, turned around thinking that this would have been enough. “Why are you so fast?” and screamed inwardly. “Hey, let’s catch a breath. I am now… Do you think you can run at this age? . It's not even a sports day, the fuck really... .” Sang-woo wanted to leave Jae-young, who was squatting and gasping, but he also ran too far at full speed and was out of breath. Sang-woo sat on the sidewalk block with enough distance from Jae-young. He took a water bottle out of his bag and shook his head. “Aren’t you crazy? Why are you running?” “Why are you chasing me, whether you run or not?” “It’s strange. I ran away, so I followed without a second thought.” “That’s even weirder.” They were gasping for breath and had a really strange conversation. And the conversation stopped for a while. Sang-woo got up and walked after taking a moderate rest. I had to go to the library to pick up my bike. Jaeyoung got up with an annoyed expression on her face and followed her. The faster you walk, the faster you walk, and the slower you walk, the slower you walk. Then Sang-woo ignored him and maintained his normal speed because he thought he would be sprinting again. “Your girlfriend is pretty.” “I don’t have a girlfriend.” “The friend you ate with earlier, what’s your name?” “This is Kim Ji-hye.”

“Which class?” “Philosophy and… is it?" “Mr. Ryu, and you’re in the French literature department.” Sang-woo, who was answering like a machine, was concentrating on walking and stopped. He turned his head to look at Jaeyoung. “Did you even investigate him? He’s a good kid who has absolutely nothing to do with me!” At those words, Jaeyoung made a twisted smirk. “What background investigation? You came to the store I work. This is a baby. Then I saw my student ID. That's enough to remember the name." Sang-woo ignored his words and walked again. “You know my name?” “How do you know that?” “You say you’re smart, can’t you memorize even three letters of a person’s name?” “Efficient brains are supposed to delete useless information.” “It makes me feel bad again.” Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's shoulder and stopped him. His face frowned as soon as his hand touched his body. "assignment. Write a poem in my name.” Besides, Jae-young made a strange sound. Sang-woo once slapped his hand off his shoulder. "reward. I won't bother you from tomorrow." It was a sad story to ignore. Sang-woo thought for a moment and said. "question. If you just build it, do you count it as a success? What is the category of harassment?”

"answer. A minimum level of artistry is required to be considered a success. The categories of bullying are based on your criteria.” Sang-woo thought deeply about it, but the word “artistic” was too vague. However, I liked the clue that I could choose a category of bullying, so I decided to give it a try. “Good luck.” “You have to, you bastard.” Sang-woo thought that it was common for listeners to bring good luck when announcing a three-way poem. Looking at Jaeyoung's reaction, it seemed that wasn't the case. He opened his mouth. "page… . The rainy season has come.” As I said whatever came to mind, I saw Jaeyoung with her arms crossed and an arrogant expression on her face. Looking at that face, the next verse was decided naturally. “No luck.” The red padding glistened in the sunlight. "zero… I wish it was turned off.” Jaeyoung's expression was difficult to read. He frowned slightly, and his lips smiled slightly. Sang-woo thought he had written the poem well if he stopped, but it was difficult to understand what Jae-young was thinking. It was also a judge, and the time he kept his mouth shut was quite tense. "evaluation." Jaeyoung spit it out quite dignifiedly. “10 out of 10 for accuracy.” "Five… .” “10 out of 10 in the Authenticity of Emotions category.” “It’s later than I thought.”

“3 out of 10 in the literary category.” “… Yes?" “1 out of 10 for storytelling.” “…….” “Out of 10 in the novelty category… .” Any chance of getting 10 points here? “0 points.” Sang-woo was almost at the verge of uttering severe abusive language. “24 points out of 50. I'll see you again tomorrow, Sangwoo." 'Well then.' Sang-woo overtook Jang Jae-young and strode forward. It's going to be like this in the end, I just wasted my time listening to his nonsense like an idiot. Jae-young didn't follow, but I could hear him talking from behind. “I think I was wrong. Now I think I know how to operate you.” “Am I an appliance?” “I think it’s similar.” It wasn't worthy of an answer at all. From the moment he ate, Sang-woo had only the thought of the Wonwon Shop. He unlocked the bike, climbed on top, and ran past Jaeyoung.

Green Jang Jae-young bullied Cho Sang-woo for two days. By mobilizing juniors, he always took a seat in advance, and he made a lot of noise every class and followed closely, watching Sang-woo trembling.

Two days of achievements. First, Jaeyoung earned six titles: (1) Stalker (2) Garbage (3) Psycho (4) Human Endgame (5) Sadist (6) Yangachi. In other words, it means that he firmly imprinted himself on Cho Sang-woo. The label that Sang-woo gave was not pretty, but it is better to have the original name than to not have it. Jaeyoung, a visual designer, knew the importance of branding better than anyone. Putting aside the verse saying that she became a flower when she called her name, it is not for nothing that handsome rich men in sane comics go looking for women who splashed water on their faces. Because negative impressions are stronger than positive impressions, noise marketing is popular. Moreover, it may be an honor to be called six different ways by a torai who does not give names to anyone like Sang-woo. Second, Jae-young did a great job of getting emotional revenge. flirting feeling. Refreshing feeling as if drinking soda. He felt that the emotional damage he had inflicted had been offset by breaking down the astute Sang-woo. Third, Choo Choo had fun making fun of him. It came as a pleasure rather than a pity to see his sullen face squashed. It was fun enough to endure the pain of having to wake up every morning. Sadist, I've never thought of it that way, but maybe I have that side of myself. Jae-young planned to follow Sang-woo for up to two weeks, which is the length of the withdrawal period, but he was slowly reconsidering the timing of quitting. Because Sang-woo suffered a lot more than expected. To the extent that I thought that if I did more, I would take a leave of absence. Jae-young wanted to tease Sang-woo a little, but had no intention of ruining his daily life. Besides, he naturally lost interest in anything and was annoyed. It wasn't easy for juniors to manage the bags. What about the agony of having to sit in a class that you can't understand? In a quiet and still place like a library, even for a minute, my body ached. Besides, it was really hard to eat rice without taste in a crowded restaurant. It couldn't last two weeks. All in all, it was just a matter of running out of time. Because Jaeyoung really didn't have anything to do these days. 'Sangwoo, why did you do that?' After retaking the 'Korean University Student Character Education' class, Jae-young resented Cho Sang-woo in 3 minutes. There were too many students in the classroom,

so it was not managed, and the children who attended by proxy were in trouble. How many of them will have their graduation canceled? If Sang-woo was an ordinary guy who could easily get over injustice, Jae-young would be taking a class from a worldrenowned designer in the United States by now. Hear this, but not a single moral lecture. It was, after all, a meaningless assumption. You should lament that you are in the same group as the secret word. Last semester, a bad thing happened to the professor, so there was no way out this semester. Jaeyoung sat in the back seat and was suffering, borrowing paper from the person next to him and scribbling. When we got out of the building, the weather was great. Spring, the season of love, was slowly approaching. It's been half a year since I broke up with my last girlfriend, and it's been a long time since I've dated. With that thought in mind, as I was walking among the other students, I saw Sang-woo in the distance. It wasn't even a conspicuous outfit, but it was only strange that he caught my eye. Sang-woo was walking fast towards the dining room with the girl in green. 'Baby, I'm secretly getting along well with girls.' Come to think of it, when I came to the restaurant, I was with a female student.  It would be difficult to be popular with women because of his personality. I couldn't imagine Sang-woo's love affair at all. The student cafeteria, which was drawn in by curiosity, was full of people. Sang-woo was cunningly eating at a full table with an empty table. 'I ate one room.' I laughed when I saw him sneak into an empty seat to avoid himself. He also had a cute side. A girl in green was sitting next to her. When I looked closely, it was a girl named Ryu Ji-hye who was with me at the restaurant. Jaeyoung came out after eating a dirty, tasteless meal, thinking that he should quit now. I couldn't stand eating one more meal of this. I bought 16 cans of coffee that I saw for the first time at the kiosk, but after I bought one, I couldn't drink it, so I threw it away and had 15 cans left. I put it in the club room, but none of my juniors drank so it was there.

While walking to the smoking area with the kids, I ran into Ji-hye and Sang-woo walking from the other side. 'He has a good height difference and is very young. I like the picture, huh?' Jaeyoung muttered in his head a line that could be played as a bully as he walked. Sang-woo seemed worth living because he didn't bother me today. Jae-young expected Sang-woo to pass him by because he was distracted by Ji-hye, but to his surprise, he recognized Jae-young from a distance. There was a day when we couldn't recognize each other even when our eyes met. Jae-young felt a strange pleasure. Sang-woo immediately turned around and walked, but Jae-young caught up with him, half-running in the hope of sticking with him. With about ten steps left, Sang-woo looked back with an anxious expression and his eyes widened. I know you're surprised, but running around was an unexpected reaction. It was an agile move, as if Jae-young was a serial killer. Jae-young followed him. 'Fuck, why am I running?' How do other kids look? Jaeyoung couldn't understand himself, but his feet moved on their own. Sangwoo was very fast. He must have thought arbitrarily that he would be ruthless because of the impression that he was a study bug. Even if Jae-young ran at full speed, he could not catch up with Sang-woo, who was carrying a backpack. When I woke up, I was in front of the front door. It was the first time since I was discharged that I had run with all my might to such a long distance. As he squatted on the ground to catch his breath, Jaeyoung realized. 'There is no end to human greed.' When I saw the back face of running away, I wondered why. It was all in vain to say that he had imprinted himself on Sang-woo. Although noise marketing was successful, Jaeyoung was just a defective product to Choe Sang-woo. Sang-woo's expression distorted as soon as he saw him was a temporary pleasure, but it could not be filled with satisfaction. Jae-young felt the desire to be a cool, capable, and fun senior for Sang-woo just like other children. 'Did you even investigate him? He's a good kid who has absolutely nothing to do with me!'

In that sense, it was very unfamiliar to see Sang-woo beating someone else. Cho Sang-woo's notarized reputation as a good child was like a fruit hanging out of reach of Jae-young, who had already created conflicts with him. When I was looking for clues to harass Sang-woo if it was Ryu Ji-hye, I found and investigated SNS. There was nothing difficult about the name, department, and student number. When I roughly scanned the post, it seemed like a sincere style, although not as extreme as Sang-woo. On the date that Sang-woo and I came to the restaurant, he wrote this.

A little scary, but not a bad person. Any chance to meet again? #Cute geek #First meeting #Excited

Of course, it was an abstract story.

Ryu Ji-hye - Kindness Jaeyoung Jang - Stalker, Garbage, Psycho, Human Endgame, Sadist, Yangachi

Ryu Ji-hye is a fairy in green clothes, and Jang Jae-young is a red devil who wiggles his tongue in the fire pits of hell. Jaeyoung did not like this good and evil composition. Seeing that he didn't know his saint and his department, Sang-woo didn't seem interested in Ji-hye yet. Yes, boys with such naive corners are bound to pass if they do a good job. If left as it is, Jaeyoung could have hung a luxury watch from her maternal grandfather as a graduation gift to say that they would be dating within three months. He felt a sense of crisis. About 8 years later, on the day that Cho Sang-woo and Ryu Ji-hye got married, at a time when there was someone doing something like Kim Young-jae and bullying him in an obscene way for not graduating, he remembered that Ji-hye was by his side and he was able to overcome it. I don't know, but I think Cho Sang-woo who held the bride's hand would recall that he wore red padding all the time.

'I can't see that.' Jaeyoung's goal has been changed. Should I say it has been upgraded? What are the conditions for a good senior? At least now it was clear that there was no hope. At present, the only thing worth presenting is existence. By the way, it is encouraging that Choe Sang-woo knows my name exactly, and it seemed that he only knew how to deal with him, but first, Jae-young felt that he had to do something from the equation 'Jang Jae-young = Red = Villain = Yangachi = Garbage'. 'I don't know why you're so tired... . Because I have a lot of time anyway.' He counted what clothes were in the closet.

Sang-woo waited for Jang Jae-young with three bullets loaded. I never thought the day would come when I would miss him. Now Sang-woo wanted to see Jae-young Jang's bewildered expression quickly. I sat in the fourth row, second from the right, and waited. The book was open, but it was a habitual device, meaning nothing these days. Jae-young was a teaching assistant and did not arrive even after the professor came in. Sang-woo turned to look at the back door, but there was no red padding among the students who rushed in. “Where are you looking? I am here.” Sangwoo hardened. The man with his hands in his pockets said in Jaeyoung's voice. What surprised me was that he was wearing a dark green coat. Besides, he wasn't even wearing glasses. Sang-woo felt serious confusion when he took the most perfect seat in the classroom, which the man had reserved beforehand. Just the fact that he wasn't wearing red padding felt like a broken information system. Anyway, it was clear that he was Jang Jae-young no matter what he was wearing, so Sang-woo took out the first bullet he had prepared, the blanking board, and put it on his right chin. A screech was heard over the yellow cardboard.

“You know we start skiing next Thursday. I want you to start preparing from this time.” I knew it because it was written in the syllabus. The task of presenting a short 3minute play in Chinese by two people was an important activity, accounting for 20% of the overall evaluation. The professor handed out the printouts to the first row of students (would the teaching assistant hand them out) and displayed the paired list on the beam projector. “This is a list of skit fairs and presentation order. It will be disadvantageous if we announce it at a later time, but we will consider it and evaluate it.” Sang-woo looked through the list and found his name. The problem was the name next to it.

Choe Sang-woo (Computer Engineering), Jae-Young Jang (Visual Design) Announcement on 3/14 (Thu)

“…….” Out of more than 30 students, he was paired with him, and the earliest announcement date was the following Thursday. Sang-woo raised his hand and the professor looked at him. “Do you have any questions?” “If we can’t work together because we don’t like our team members, can we change them, Professor?” She answered with a frown. "It's not possible. There are some students who are better and others who are not. Overcoming that is teamwork. In case such a story would come out, I asked my teaching assistant to select it at random, so I don't have to worry about the issue of equity. Do you have any other questions besides group change or date change?” 'That bastard chooses it, so there's an equity issue, Professor... .'

She cut it off so abruptly that Sang-woo lost the courage to been caught by Professor Choi of 'Embedded System', but I because of the anxiety that I couldn't get out of here. Then scarecrow and fell to the floor. Jang Jae-young, who had his strangely.

say more. I've already kept my mouth shut the screen fell like a chin cut, was smiling

“Trust me bro. I will carry you.” 'Shut up, hold on!' Sang-woo shoved the useless blanking board into his backpack. After waiting a while, the print was delivered. Sang-woo held the paper before Jaeyoung took it and wrote his student number and name in the upper left corner. “In the materials that are out now, there are expressions I learned in the 'Beginner Chinese' class and others that are more advanced. By referring to these 100 sentences, you can make a skit. Now, meet your partner and discuss.” Sang-woo read the handout diligently. About 30% of the sentences were memorized before, so I could understand the meaning. Sang-woo received an A0 in the 'Beginner Chinese' class he took in his first year. Attendance and exams were perfect, but points were greatly deducted from the skit and oral exams. So, to get an A+ this time, you have to get the best possible score in the skit. He didn't even take a few classes, so he had plenty of time to practice, but he was a partner who would do anything to get him by the ankle if there was a problem. However, Sang-woo was not worried because he was planning to present the play in two roles in the worst case. It was stated in the syllabus that scores were assigned individually anyway. I opened my notebook and wrote down my ideas. He was going to do it alone, but Jae-young dared to drag the side by side desks and sat back and forth with Sang-woo's desk. Sang-woo said without looking at him. “There are a lot of expressions that ask and answer questions about the place, so let’s go with a setting that gives directions to Chinese exchange students who came to Hankuk University. I’m going to be Korean, so your senior should be Chinese.”

He didn't ask for a response, but Jaeyoung mumbled as if he was waiting. “It’s so cool. If I had made a game with you, it would have been really bad.” “…….” Come to think of it, he always criticized Sang-woo's creativity. He said that 'Vegetable Man' was not interesting, he said he lacked imagination twice, and gave 0 points to the novelty item in the evaluation of three lines. “Then let me see your ideas.” Sang-woo tossed Sharp at the notebook and arrogantly leaned his back on the chair, as Jae-young always does. Then when I crossed my arms, it felt like something had happened. Jaeyoung looked at the paper on which the Chinese sentences were written and said. “Let’s go to the contents of the Qing dynasty merchant’s voice phishing.” "I beg your pardon?" “At first, we sell things in the market. how much? It's 100,000 won for two grapes. Too expensive. Stop it. Violence is illegal. Please go out that door. I write a lot of buying and selling expressions... .” Sang-woo, who was preparing to snort, gradually fell into the story. “Today’s income is 0 won. I am very poor. I have no money. Write this expression... . I sold all my stuff. I bought a phone with the remaining money. The remaining money is 0 won. write this... . Oh, here's a good one. I am a scammer.” Sang-woo started to organize the plot in his notebook, checking the sentences he mentioned in the print. “You’re making a call with your cell phone, darling. way? I am with your son. give me ten billion He can go home. Then the person receiving the call will say: I am single. You are a scammer.” “So? How about the end?” “Well, what would you like me to do?”

Sang-woo thought deeply, but had no idea what the Qing janitor would do after failing voice phishing. Queek... . “Did you starve to death because there was no rice?” “… yes it is you Here's a nice expression. I'm hungry. Give me some rice. Dying isn't on the list, but you can use it. By passing the phone to my younger brother as a will.” Sang-woo organized the contents and read it once. Although it was a strangelooking material, difficult and easy expressions were appropriately included. doubts at that time. “Why the Qing Dynasty?” “That professor is a fan of Qing Dynasty history. If you show up in Qing dynasty clothes and a pigtail, you will probably get a perfect score.” “What nonsense is that… .” “Look here. 'Directing/Humor/Preparation' 20%” Still, I wondered why this item was included. In addition, considering that 'tone/pronunciation/fluency' is 50% and 'difficulty/adequacy of dialogue/grammar' is 30%, the score was extremely high. When Sang-woo made a face that he did not understand, Jae-young said. “I know you well because you are a professor in our club.” “What kind of club are you?” “Theatre.” Sang-woo's sharp core broke with a cracking sound. It wasn't intentional, but as it splashed on Jaeyoung's face, he frowned and rubbed his cheek with his hand. The fact that the trail was inevitably blocked due to the theater club schedule, even that was a manipulation. Sang-woo turned his gaze away from Jae-young and began to write lines pretending that he was not in front of him. I wrote down only the Korean meaning of what I didn't know and transcribed the sentences I knew or listed. Jaeyoung was quiet for some reason.

“…….” But it was so quiet. enough to be concerned about. It was normal to bang on the desk, ridicule it, flip the book or do something, but it didn't do anything. Sang-woo felt uncomfortable and raised his head. Then his eyes met Jaeyoung, who was very close. He placed the back of his hands on top of it, his chin resting on it, and was staring intently at Sang-woo's face. "that's interesting." He said that and looked at me again. Sang-woo immediately lowered his head and teased Sharp. “What’s interesting is… .” Jaeyoung whispered very softly. “We found something in common.” There could be no such thing. Sang-woo's face wrinkled at the unpleasant sound. Jaeyoung smiled a little. “Look at your face. I said the handwriting.” And Sang-woo was shocked in a different way. I never thought I was good at writing, but I didn't think it was that bad. “Do not disturb.” “Sangwoo.” He called his name in a low, friendly voice. He tortured me like crazy for two days, and now it's just funny to pretend to be nice. “Are you really cool?” ignore. “There is no such thing as an afterthought. We meet face-to-face with human horseshoes, bullies, and sadists, and do assignments together.” ignore.

“Sangwoo.” ignore. “What do you think of the word revenge?” ignore. “Doesn’t that also have to have some emotion? To you, I'm like a fly and you just want it to go away. Is not it?" ignore. “Does it taste good if you chew hyung’s horse?” “There are no lambs in our family.” "It's getting better, I'm going to bed, this chews." “I am doing this. Please be quiet.” “If you listen to my request.” "I do not like it." “Take off your hat.” It was a bit of an absurd proposition. Sang-woo raised his eyes and saw Jae-young still resting his chin on the back of his hand. I looked at it to see if it was a new kind of ridicule, but the face was just shameless. Sang-woo decided to ignore him. As soon as he wrote the last line, Jaeyoung took the notebook. With a playful attitude, he says, “Okay,” or “That’s good.” While saying things like that, I reviewed the lines. Then I wrote something down with Sangwoo's sharpener. There was no blank space in the note that Jaeyoung handed over again. Where Sangwoo left blank because he did not know, he filled in the lines with simplified Chinese characters. 'Why are you doing that?'

Sang-woo felt embarrassed. Looking back, he also wrote the skits, and today he was just cooperating rather than interfering. Have you decided to stop harassing me? “What’s going on?” "what?" “They chased after them to the end of the world and had the momentum to torment them, and it seems that the sediment was released within two days.” It was like this and that, it was a sloppy bastard, it was a neat restaurant part-time job, I got angry while swearing, then I laughed, I chased after him like I was about to kill him, then suddenly ordered me to do three verses, followed and harassed me and helped with team assignments. Jang Jae-young was the strangest person Sang-woo had ever seen in his life. “Are things going well?” Then I heard the voice of the professor walking around the classroom and looking after the students. She came over and glanced at them. “Ah, Jaeyoung’s pair? There will be no problem here.” “No, Professor. A friend named Sang-woo here did it all.” 'Why are you doing that?' Sang-woo felt embarrassed by the reaction he had not expected at all. The professor looked at Sang-woo with a young gaze of Ho. "okay. Then, let’s look at the lines that Sangwoo student wrote.” Normally, I would have answered truthfully, 'No, Jaeyoung-senpai made the whole frame and I just transcribed it', but no words of praise for him came out of my mouth. Sang-woo politely held out his notebook to the professor. And after a while she burst into laughter. “Qing dynasty merchant! It good Aha! But the dialogue... .”

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fun... . Hahaha! content

Then her expression, which had only been bright, gradually darkened.

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“It’s so embarrassing. Where the hell did you learn this cursing? Jaeyoung! did you write it?” The professor looked at Jae-young and saw that he was empty-handed. It was Sangwoo holding the sharpener. The professor's contemptuous gaze shifted from Jaeyoung to Sang-woo. “Correct the dialogue. If you present it like this, you get 0 points. all right?" “… Yes." The professor had his eyes widened, so Sang-woo had no choice but to answer. After the professor handed the notebook to Sang-woo and left, Jae-young chuckled. Sangwoo clenched his teeth and erased his handwriting with an eraser. “I have a bit of a back end, unlike you.” Sang-woo meticulously erased the writing, fearing that his traces would remain even faintly.

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Sang-woo, who was careless and was injured by Jae-young Jang, after class was over, he went to the College of Engineering, cheering. In the classroom, there was a class until just before, and Sang-woo obviously arrived before Jae-young, but his bag (second navy blue backpack for seating) was always on the right side of the fourth row. Sang-woo sat on the left side and played the screen. In Chinese class, we had to prepare skits, so we had no choice but to meet face to face, but in 'Engineering and Mathematics 2', he believed that wisdom's advice would be useful because he only had to listen to lectures and solve problems by himself. But I didn't think it would be that easy. Because Jang Jae-young was nothing but an evil devil. Sang-woo predicted several dukes. Pretending to be a mistake and knocking over a blanking board, tapping the desk, or making strange noises to cause concern.

But no matter how long he waited, there was no sign of interruption. He missed the class for 6 minutes because he was worried about what Jae-young was doing behind the screen. In the end, out of curiosity, I had to gently lower the screen. And Sang-woo put his head on the desk and looked at Jae-young, who gently closed his eyes. I faced the essence of the sense of incongruity I felt all day. It wasn't just that he wasn't wearing red padding or glasses. Jang Jae-young looked like a completely different person. Like a part-timer at an Italian restaurant who couldn't even tell if Sang-woo was the same person. The three pierced earrings he wore were nowhere to be found. He didn't know where his hair had changed, but he looked a lot neater than usual. Besides, because his eyes were closed, the gentleman seemed not to have done bad things to Sang-woo. 'What the hell is this bastard?' Sang-woo felt uncomfortable and confused at the same time. Being unable to be defined by one thing couldn't be easier. Sang-woo defined him as 'a bastard, trash, and a human being'. The properties were not compatible like the different data types. However, Sang-woo knew that his personality was rotten, unlike the appearance that Jae-young would look out for. The proof was that he, who majored in design, was taking engineering math classes. He was here to disrupt Sang-woo's class and ruin his studies, and he was accomplishing his purpose even with his eyes closed. Sang-woo grabbed the sharpener and concentrated on the class again. Jin-do had already reached the next chapter while he was looking at Jae-young's intentions. During the two 'Engineering Mathematics 2' classes, Sang-woo learned terribly little. Except for 'Pop Culture and Cultural Theory', which I take on Wednesday, it was the same for all other subjects. After two weeks and Jaeyoung disappears, you will have to study separately by referring to books and online lectures to catch up. there would be no damage. In that sense, the time Jae-young was asleep was an opportunity. Sang-woo concentrated on the professor's words and tried to understand what he was saying. But strangely, within a few minutes, his nerves were focused on Jae-young, who was sleeping fast. 'Now, even if you stand still, you are disturbing me. It's a great ability.'

Sang-woo tried his best not to look at him, but the bloody battle between reason and impulse ended in one minute and he shook his head. Jaeyoung was quietly asleep on the subject of errors. Sang-woo was enveloped in a complex feeling that was difficult to define in one word, and he did not like that feeling at all. However, when he remembered the heinous things Jae-young in the mask of a normal person had done, the vague feelings disappeared and the hostility was vividly burned. Come to think of it, in the old code of law there is a saying, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'. no back end? Jang Jae-young seemed to be misunderstanding something. If all conditions were met, Sang-woo was able to get revenge. It's just that I'm not at that level, so I just don't feel the value of tormenting others by spending a lot of energy. 'There is nothing I can't do.' Sang-woo pulled out a pen for the computer from his pencil case. The act of opening the lid felt like pulling a knife out of its sheath. He carefully grabbed the pen and sat a little closer to Jaeyoung. The moist pen tip reached Jaeyoung's forehead and stopped in mid-air. Sang-woo realized that it had been too long since he had painted. There is no need to draw well like a painter, but the inferiority of not having talent in art was blocking the bold touch. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, I remembered being scolded by the teacher for not drawing anything on paper, and the words “2nd place in the entire school” that were taken because of an art performance evaluation in the third grade of middle school flashed in front of my eyes. After hesitating for a while, Sang-woo decided to take a dot, but it was not easy to choose a suitable part. His gaze scanned Jaeyoung's face in every corner. Dark brown hair was scattered on the flat forehead. The dark eyebrows drew a natural curve, and the long eyelashes below them created a shadow. The slope of the straight nose started from the concave forehead. The lower lip was slightly open. 'You can do it anywhere!' Sang-woo whipped himself and held the pen more firmly. I had never done anything like this in my life, and my hands were trembling as I was sacrificing class time.  He tightened his fingers and pushed forward boldly. Hesitating a little, the tip of the pen

touched Jaeyoung's forehead. The pair of eyes that suddenly appeared at that moment made him unintentionally draw the pen down. It seems like someone who's ever done something like this is doing it. It's nothing compared to Jaeyoung's graffiti, but since I've never fed anyone else in my life, my heart sank like a child caught in bad things. Jaehyung just had his eyes wide open. Sang-woo put a felt-tip pen in the pencil case and forcibly looked at the book. My hair went white and my heart was pounding. I don't know how time passed after that. Sang-woo stood still, as hard as a stone, and when he came to his senses, the class was over and the students were leaving the classroom. You're a bit resentful to do something like Jang Jae-young in an instant. I couldn't believe it had dropped to such a level. “Sangwoo.” It was creepy. If Jae-young was angry, Sang-woo had something to say, but he was dissatisfied with the fact that he had scribbled on people's faces with a pen. “Sangwoo, your brother is calling you.” “… Yes." “Did you take revenge on me?” Sang-woo's head turned. Jaeyoung was smiling with a black line on his nose. “Hey, it feels like a robot vacuum has baked bread.” Instead of getting angry, Jaeyoung was having fun and stroking the top of the ball cap. Sang-woo was so absurd that he did not even want to criticize him for touching his body without permission. "let's go eat. My brother will buy you today.” “… Because I only have a sister.” Sangwoo barely answered. When Jaeyoung got up and grabbed his wrist, he was so distracted that he was dragged away.

While graduating from engineering school, Jaeyoung kept secret from too many people. Not a single one of Jae-young's acquaintances laughed and mentioned Sangwoo's work. “Brother, why do you have something on your nose? Is it makeup?” "Nice? He did it.” “Jaeyoung, what happened to engineering school? What's wrong with your face?" “Oh, I have some work. His face was like that.” Whenever that happens, Jae-young is not shy, but rather points her finger at Sangwoo as if to indicate the source of the thesis and informs everyone of his craftsmanship. He was a really weird person. Sang-woo learned the meaning of the word 'indigo' that day. Sang-woo was in a tattered state when he came out to the lobby after feeling beaten whenever he was introduced to Jae-young's acquaintances. After being dragged around, I came to my senses and found myself standing in front of the school's pizza place. “Do you hate pizza?” Jaeyoung asked after sitting down. Sang-woo replied with a sense of resignation. "no." “Why are you so quiet?” “Can’t you just erase it?” “I’m not going to erase it.” Jaeyoung smiled and looked at the menu. He ordered a pizza and two bowls of risotto without asking Sang-woo's opinion. “I didn’t order pasta because I didn’t like it.” With that said, it seemed as if he had taken care of anything.

Sang-woo snorted inwardly. Jang Jae-young said that he doesn't like pasta because he works in an Italian restaurant. He never thought that food was tasty or tasteless, and he didn't pick any items. Eating is just a process of replenishing calories. As long as the nutritional balance is right, I thought it would be meaningless to judge the taste or shape. In that sense, the fool with a black line on his nose was wasting money on a 3,000 won education. “Sangwoo, do you understand the class you just took?” “If it wasn’t for the senior, it would have been.” "that's interesting. On the subject of not being able to memorize three letters of a person’s name.” “It’s more interesting to have a senior who attends the subjects you need to attend and sleeps in useless classes.” Food came out during the conversation. Sangwoo ate without saying word. Jaeyoung argued that the food was tasteless, but he ignored it and ate.

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After eating enough, he got up without saying a word. The fact that I ate at a place other than where I usually dine was uncomfortable, so I wanted to leave. Maybe it was because there was a less-than-professional guy in front of me who was smiling even with something on his nose. “Sangwoo.” Suddenly, Jae-young counted and followed. “The weather is nice, isn’t it? Just look at the sky.” 'A child like a fly. Fly to the sky.' Sang-woo looked at the ground and walked steadfastly. Before leaving the restaurant for a while, Jaeyoung took out a can of coffee from a leather bag. The black background, the familiar logo, and the large text 'Black Holic' attracted Sang-woo's attention. It was clear that he was trying to make fun of him with a sip. 'I waited for this moment.'

Sang-woo prepared for this kind of situation the day before by applying the second advice of Ji-hye. According to the store owner's information, the 'Black Holic' coffee will be in stock the following Monday. Since I only consume one can of coffee during the week, I will need seven in the future, so I bought the same number at the mart. However, at the moment when he thought that he had to open the backpack, Jae-young, to his surprise, offered him a cup of coffee. “Come on, coffee shuttle.” Error, error, format error. Of course, Sang-woo, who knew that Jae-young would make fun of him by taking a can and pouring it in his mouth, stopped without realizing it. He inadvertently took the can. When I put it close to my eyes to see if it was sealed, Jaeyoung said, “You bastard… .” he murmured. Sang-woo looked closely and shook it, but the can was clean and not a drop of coffee leaked. “Just drink, little.” “What did you do here?” “Are you poisoned? I bought 16 of them, but I can't taste them, so I throw them in your mouth." 'Why are you there?' Sang-woo felt puzzled. There was a lot of action that could only be questioned. As a sequence, 2, 4, 6, 8… It's like going consistently and then suddenly √55 popped out. Jaeyoung added sarcastically. “I’ll give you all that’s left, so take off your hat.” “It doesn’t matter what seniors wear.” What kind of hat is it from before? Sang-woo picked up a can of coffee, and the refreshing sound he heard in a while made him feel better. He gently brought the mouth to his lips and tilted the can, allowing the lukewarm beverage to flow into his mouth.

“Do you like that?” Like the taste, Sangwoo did not know well. Only the comfortable feeling he used to feel every day made him fall into a sentimental mood. Sang-woo ignored Jae-young and walked towards the liberal arts college. With the hope that maybe I can get my lost routine back. There was still a sign on the promenade where he used to go, 'In the process of filming the theater club'. I was deceived for three days by a fake sign, but now I know the truth. Sang-woo kicked the sign and threw it in the trash. As I walked along the trail that had been taken away, peace came to me even though Jaeyoung was beside me. Sang-woo walked along the road, sipping a can of coffee and closing his eyes. “Aren’t you so brave?” Sang-woo didn't want to be disturbed, so he walked a little faster. Then, as if it was natural, Jae-young followed and set the pace. “With just the two of you, I know what to do.” “Are you a thug?” “… Look at the little guy talking.” “It doesn’t matter if you’re not a thug. I was just asking if you were a thug. Are you stabbed?” “It will take some time for your favorite 112 to be dispatched. Be careful.” he said clenching his teeth. Sang-woo smiled and looked at Jae-young. Although he was tall and tall in an atmospheric coat, he didn't look as strong as a fighter. “Senior, I don’t think you’re very good at fighting.” "Oh yeah? Do you like some exercise?” Sang-woo has been learning Taekwondo for a long time, but studying has become a priority since high school. These days, I haven't done any exercise other than doing push-ups at home or riding my bike to and from school.

“I did some in the past. I rarely do these days.” “Next time, let’s play basketball with hyung. I won't let you touch the ball." "I do not like it. And don’t keep increasing other people’s family members.” At the end of the trail, there was a futsal field that was in the final stages of construction. Sang-woo naturally walked to the front of the natural university, aimed and threw the can from where he always stood. The can went into the second of the three bins neatly in a parabolic pattern. I was heartbroken. It felt like someone was rebuilding a tower of cards that had been blown up one by one. Next was the library. Sang-woo sat down at the seat he had reserved in advance, and Jae-young sat next to him. This time, without borrowing any books, he took out his pen and turned it around. While Sang-woo took out his major book and notebook and hung the backpack back on the chair, Jae-young took the notebook. “Give it. That is theft.” Jaeyoung rolled his eyes as if annoyed, then flipped the notebook over and looked behind him. After checking the price tag, he took out a leather wallet from his pocket and placed two 1,000 won bills on Sang-woo's desk. Sangwoo had nothing to say. If it's an important note, I'll report it, but it was only for practice. Rather than wasting time going up and down with Jaeyoung, he took out a new notebook with the same design from his bag. And the disturbance started again. Sang-woo was half-waiting because he was prepared for the sound of the note flicking. I took the third bullet, the earplugs, from the backpack and put them in both ears, and the annoying sound was not heard at all. The first two of Wisdom's advice were fuzzy, but the third was valid. I felt stuffy when I put in earplugs, but the advantage was much greater as the noise was effectively blocked. I had a feeling that I would be able to concentrate on studying after a long time. But before he could even read a paragraph, he felt the gaze on his cheek. When I looked to the right, Jae-young had turned to that side and was drawing something in her notebook. He sat down with a pretty professional posture and expression, playing with the pen, alternately looking at Sang-woo's face and notes. 'It's varied.'

Sang-woo took out the blanking board, put it to the right, and turned his head back to the book. A minute later, I looked to the side with concern, and the screen was lowered without a sound. I couldn't hear it because of my earplugs. When the screen was put back up, Jaeyoung came down again. After repeating this three times, Sangwoo became angry. I thought I would be able to study today, but I guess I failed again. After setting up the screen, I held the book with my right hand so that I would not fall at all this time. It was okay at first, but after a while I felt the glare again. This time Jaeyoung stood up and looked down at Sang-woo with an oblique angle while drawing. 'That crazy bastard.' Sang-woo moved his lips and cursed silently. Contributing to team assignments, giving coffee gently, leaving trails open, and then playing with the script, swearing at the professor, staring from the side and making it impossible to concentrate on studying. It was better than the red padding, but the green coat was just as annoying. Sangwoo decided to move his study place to his home. My desk at home wasn't as spacious as a library, and the lighting was dim, but I'd rather study at home than do nothing like this. I took my earplugs off and was about to pack my bag when I heard a sound of drums tearing apart from me. When I put my major book in my bag and turned around again, I saw the paper Jae-young held out in front of me. “It’s a gift.” He drew caricatures in his notebook. It was as exaggerated as the satire of politicians in American newspapers. The cheekbones were protruding, the eyes were torn and raised, and the lower eyes were painted dark. Her lips were crooked and her neck was as thin as a break. And above all else, the black ball cap was greatly emphasized. Sangwoo ripped a piece of paper while sitting and made it into pieces. “It’s too much, really.” Ignoring Jaeyoung's muttering, he put a piece of paper in his palm without missing a single piece of paper. And on the way out, I threw it in the trash. “Do you know how much I get paid for illustrations for magazines?”

“What does that have to do with me?” “It’s not a picture to tear apart like that.” “It wasn’t because I couldn’t draw it, but because my senior drew it and tore it.” “You drank the coffee I gave you.” “It’s not something that seniors made.” “It makes you speechless.” It was 13:32 when I left the library. It's just a huge waste of time. As Sang-woo got on the bike, Jae-young shouted from afar. “Sangwoo!” "why?" “It’s a bit early to say goodbye, but good night.” It was meaningless to say anything in broad daylight. There's no point in doing it at night, though. “Senior, have a nightmare.” The bike went downhill.

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The next day things got better. Since there were only major lectures on Friday, Jaeyoung slept on his stomach throughout the first and second periods. Sang-woo picked up a pen for no reason the day before and concentrated hard on the class, reflecting on what he regretted. He was running in good condition even with Jaeyoung by his side. “Would you like to buy me some food today?”

After class, Jae-young offered to give Sang-woo the goods for free that day for no reason. If it was someone else's suggestion, he would have accepted it, but Sang-woo had to use his head just because he said it.

i) accept Monetary gain Y, stress Y = weak loss ii) Refuse - When Jae-Young Jang follows the student cafeteria Financial gain N, stress Y = severe damage iii) Refuse - When Jae-Young Jang goes to another restaurant Financial gain N, stress N = status quo

If you accept it, there is a 100% chance that you will have to eat with him, so it is stressful. It had no choice but to gamble because the structure changed depending on the reaction of the opponent. "I do not like it." “So, are you studying today?” "Yes." “You were a scholarly fanatic. I should give you a prize at the restaurant.” Luckily, the third case won. After Jae-young had gone somewhere, Sang-woo entered the restaurant alone. As always, he was educated and ate peacefully in the corner of a sparsely populated restaurant. After I finished eating, I was only one minute later than usual, and it was good so far. But Jaeyoung was waiting at the restaurant exit. "ruler." A 'black holic'. Sang-woo received the can just like the day before, observed the exterior, shook it, and confirmed that there was no problem. As I was taking my first sip, Jaeyoung asked something strange.

“Do you want to be good at Chinese skiing?” "of course." “Then let’s go somewhere.” It was a strange spell to say that you have to go to a specific place to be good at skiing. “Where?” “To find our clothes.” "why?" “I’m a Qing dynasty merchant, so are you going to wear a T-shirt with English on it?” “It’s time for a walk.” “Do that later.” Jae-young got annoyed and finally grabbed Sang-woo's wrist and started dragging him. “This is assault. Report it. I said I was going to report it.” Sang-woo held the phone in the other hand and shouted. However, Jaeyoung frowned and took the phone and put it in his pocket. He was stronger than he looked. “Today, I will draw a red line.” “You naughty bastard. Why are you doing this to someone who wants to help you? If you think it was an assault after it's all over, report it. Don’t dry it.” Are you really trying to help? Sang-woo had doubts, but decided to believe his words. When I answered yes, Jaeyoung let go of his wrist. “Are you going to be a Qing dynasty merchant?” "Yes." Of course. Because that role has a lot more dialogue, so there is a high chance of getting a good score.

“Then I can be a voice phishing person with a customer.” Jae-young went into the student center, but did not tell where he was going. I climbed the stairs and in front of the door where Jae-young stopped, there was a sign saying ‘Theater Club’. Opening the door reveals a messy room with props, masks and costumes. On top of the small refrigerator, 'blackholic' cans of coffee that Jaeyoung should have stockpiled were piled up, and outdated play posters were stuck on the wall. On the sofa, two boys were playing soccer on a console game machine. “Are you here, Jae-young?” “Don’t worry, do what you do.” Jaeyoung put the mannequin aside without giving them a glance and opened the door behind him. Sang-woo entered where he was beckoning. The room, with two-tiered hangers on three sides of the wall, was terribly narrow, but it had a lot of clothes hanging on it. Jaeyoung grabbed a stick and ran through his clothes. Sang-woo followed him in search of clothes that a Qing dynasty would have worn at the bottom, but it was not easy. “How about this?” Jaeyoung found one such thing among dozens of clothes. It was a blue dress from the neck to the ankles, with a belt at the waist and sleeves, and a complex gold pattern on the chest. He pulled out a purple skirt of a similar design and held it to my body. “Is this better or that better?” “You look the same.” “Dan is different, Dan.” “I do anything. It’s strange that you care so much about the Chinese Skirt outfit.” “You have to do this to get a perfect score. I will wear this.” Jaeyoung seemed to like the yellow clothes with a similar design (in fact, they all looked the same to Sangwoo).

“Find a pigtail.” As he said, Sang-woo squatted and looked through the wig in the box, but there was no result. As he reached out to find another box, Jae-young suddenly squatted down like Sang-woo. So, a face suddenly appeared in the field of view where his shin was originally. “Go back a little.” “Uh, okay.” Jaeyoung just spoke, but didn't move at all. Sang-woo felt uncomfortable and looked through the box. After a while, I felt like my head was empty. When I looked up, Jaeyoung was holding Sangwoo's ballcap. I looked at him still, like a still image, but somehow there was no answer. Sang-woo guessed that if you saw hats and hats since yesterday, it looks like you want them. “It’s an old one I’ve been using since high school. Just buy one.” Jae-young just stared at Sang-woo's face. “If you don’t come to me in the future, I’ll buy you the same thing.” Sang-woo suggested the if statement, but guessed that it wouldn't work. Borrowing Jang Jae-young's expression, if it had been enough to solve the problem with this cheap hat, I wouldn't have come this far. Jae-young had a strange reaction. It wasn't sneering, making other jokes, wearing a hat, or anything that Sang-woo expected. A hand without a hat approached Sangwoo's eyes. “What did you ask here?” The long fingers approached very slowly. There was plenty of time to escape, but Sang-woo just stiffened in a strange tension. Then, Jae-young's index and middle fingers reached out very slowly and touched Sang-woo's bangs. The moment his fingertips touched his forehead, static electricity went out.

Sang-woo crumpled the box and stepped back. Instinctively repulsed by the unpleasant stimulus, he slapped his hand. “Give it to me.” “It’s much better not to wear a hat. Why are you hiding like that?” “It’s my heart.” He reached out his hand, but Jae-young did not return the hat. Sangwoo has a fever. “Ask for it.” “Why, let’s take a look at your face.” “Oh, give it to me!” It was the first time in my life to write half-talk to a senior. Sang-woo almost threw himself forward and took the hat from Jae-young's hand. Their hearts touched for a moment, and Jae-young fell backwards, but Sang-woo immediately stood up and ran out of the dressing room. After slamming the door, the boys who were playing the game raised their heads in amazement. Sang-woo could feel his heart pounding and heat rushing to his face. 'Why do you always take other people's things and make a fuss?' He came out of the theater room with a groan. He said he was capricious with his own mouth, and he was right. He was such an unpredictable cub like the fickle weather. Sang-woo, who was in a hurry, slowly slowed down. As time went on, he grew shy. No matter how much Jae-Young Jang took the hat and refused to give it to him, the sudden shouting reaction was overbearing. Sang-woo isn't the type of person to get angry because he's angry, but someone approached him and touched his face, so he was surprised and couldn't make a rational decision. 'If you think about it, it's not even the opposite sex.' When you tackle in football, you get much closer than this. What about wrestling or wrestling, and no one looks at you strangely even if your body is in full contact. In the military, it's okay if you take a shower while you are naked and close to each other. Because it's men.

Sang-woo concluded that he had acted irrationally. So when Jaeyoung followed, I couldn't see his eyes. Jae-young handed Sang-woo a blue theatrical costume, a pigtail wig, and a cell phone. “I took off my hat to put on a pigtail, and then I was playing around. I didn't know you'd be mad." “I’m not angry.” It was a lie. Sang-woo's heart was still beating with anger. Jaeyoung was just trying to get some supplies, but it became clear that he had misunderstood in a strange way. He seemed to be able to stress Sang-woo in a number of ways, intentionally or unintentionally. “You have to practice and get good at skiing. Have a good day, Sangwoo.” Sang-woo ignored his words and left the building with his clothes and wig in his backpack. I heard Jaeyoung following me from behind. Sang-woo turned around and said. “You seem to have changed your strategy, but that doesn’t work, so don’t pretend to be close.” A smile spread across his expressionless lips. “I don’t plan anything like a strategy. You do what you want to do.” “And don't follow me from here. Now, because of my seniors, I don’t even go to the library and study at home.” “If I don’t do it, I want to do it more.” “Follow me, then.” "Yes. You have to listen to what I say.” “…….” Sang-woo quickly walked to the library and got on the bike as usual. I thought that if I passed Jaeyoung on purpose and went down the downhill in a hurry, my stomach would be relieved. But Jae-young was following the downhill road.

“What are you doing?” “Follow me.” Sang-woo looked at Jae-young's fluorescent skateboard with a shocked expression. How crazy is this person? Isn't time precious to everyone? Why would you do something so unprofitable when you could do something productive? I shook my head and tried to focus on riding the bike, but my eyes kept on him. Jang Jae-young was very good at skateboarding. And I thought it would attract people's attention. Not only Sang-woo, but the people he met in the alley looked at him with curious eyes and admired him. Jaeyoung showed the skill of jumping in the air while riding a board in a crowded place, as if enjoying such interest. He smiled at people like a celebrity and gave the children high-fives while running. He looked as free-spirited as a character in a video game. Sang-woo knew until then that Jae-young was different from him, but as he saw Jae-young riding a board with a smile on his lips and flying hair, he felt that he was a completely different species from him. From one to ten they were the opposite. Unlike Sang-woo, who only had to do what he had to do, Jae-young seemed to do anything he wanted to do. Unlike Sang-woo, who doesn't have any friends, Jae-young was a star at a school where people knew him everywhere. Unlike Sang-woo, who wears only black clothes, it was clear that Jaeyoung's wardrobe was rainbow-colored. Unlike Sang-woo, who was always expressionless, Jae-young was always smiling like a prankster. Unlike Sang-woo, who was obsessed with the same routine, Jae-young was like a homeless wanderer. They were living in a different world. If it hadn't been for an unfortunate incident, they would never have gotten to know each other. As they turned around the sidewalk and entered the alley, the two ran side by side. Jae-young jumped up even though there was no one around and landed after half a turn. It was as if a skateboard was attached to his feet. “Why are you following me?” There must be many better places to ride, but I didn't understand how to do that in a bumpy alley. Jaeyoung replied that there was nothing to be done lightly. It wasn't the right answer to the question. But there was no need to understand him anyway. Because this is already half over.

“We have a week left.” "what?" “It’s the withdrawal period.” Jaeyoung just smiled without answering. They soon came to the front of Sang-woo's one-room building. It was a four-story building with mold on the plaster walls. Sang-woo tied the bicycle to a bicycle rack with an awning, where it was written 'No. 402'. Meanwhile, Jaeyoung lightly pushed the skateboard back and forth with his feet and looked up at the building. “You live here.” “The maximum sentence for trespassing is three years.” “Why didn’t you say that?” “If you pick up a bike and take it with you, we report it immediately. The same goes for saddles and other parts.” Jae-young laughed at Sang-woo's words instead of sarcastic. He tapped the end of the skateboard and the other side of the board came up. Jaeyoung held the board with his left hand and waved his right hand. “Have a good weekend, Sangwoo.” “… Yes." I had no choice but to answer innocently. Sang-woo took his eyes off him and entered the building. As I was climbing the stairs, I thought about why it was so awkward, but I think this was the first time we had broken up normally without accusing each other. I was worried inside that he might be chasing me, but there was no sound from behind. Sang-woo went up to the 4th floor, entered the number on the door lock, and entered the house. I sighed for no apparent reason. I put my backpack in front of the door, took off my hat and coat, and hung it on a hanger. I took off my jeans, changed into my workout

clothes, and washed my hands with soap in the bathroom. In the mirror was an ordinary boy with his bangs pressed down. Sang-woo took the book to study from the bookshelf and put it on the desk. I removed the pencil case and notebook from my backpack and placed them next to them. But before I sat down on the chair, my feet moved towards the window. I lifted the curtains slightly and looked down the window. Jaeyoung was still playing with the cat, leaving the board behind in the same spot. The black cat was lying on the floor with her stomach turned over, and Jaeyoung was squatting and scratching her fingers here and there. Sang-woo also met the cat a few times, but he only saw the cat crying violently or running away quickly. While watching Jaeyoung take out his cell phone and take a picture of a cat, Sangwoo closes the curtain. Two days in hardcore inferno mode, one rest day, two days a bit annoying. Like his personality, which is difficult to define in a word, Jang Jae-young's behavior was like an irregular sequence. Sang-woo hated the lack of patterns. It was unpredictable. He sat down at his desk and began to study.

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Uncertainty accompanies inefficiency. There was no pattern in Jae-young Jang's behavior, so he couldn't predict what he would do on the weekend. So Sang-woo was nervous and relieved when the silhouette of a person reflected on the transparent door of the PC room with the game poster on it. Saturday's part-time job went by slowly. There were less people than usual, so there was less work, but I couldn't use my spare time effectively because I glanced at the door. It was a good defensive posture to deal with when an enemy suddenly appeared, but the situation itself seemed to be waiting for Jae-young, so Sang-woo thought it was funny. 'There's never been a day I've never seen it before.'

That was the only pattern I could find in Jaeyoung's behavior. Even on Wednesdays when classes do not overlap, he chased after him like he was going to eat Sang-woo. However, Jaeyoung did not appear until ten o'clock at night. Sang-woo felt puzzled and a little uncomfortable, thinking that he might be waiting in front of the house. Since I've been on a skateboard once, it's unlikely that I'll come back again due to her tenacious personality. Sang-woo walked to the front of the house and saw a black figure in front of the building. 'It's there too!' But when I got closer, it was just a large garbage bag. In the end, Sang-woo never saw Jae-young that day. Had I known that this was going to happen, I would have spent my time working part-time more efficiently. It felt like a waste of time that I couldn't do anything because I glanced at the door. Sang-woo ended the day by entering the house feeling a little gloomy.

i) Jaeyoung Jang appears on weekdays with a [100]% chance. ii) Jang Jae-young has a [x]% chance to appear on weekends.  (0≤x≤50)

Saturday's case led to such an incomplete conclusion. Sang-woo believed in the option that Jae-young would not appear today in order not to be as anxious as the day before. like religion. with daughter. However, Jang Jae-young broke Sang-woo's 'faith' and appeared at 19:33. One of his duties was to make eye contact with customers when the bell on the door rang. Sangwoo's home, betting that he won't come, was torn in half. Jae-young picked up a card and passed the counter, and Sang-woo felt anxious because he didn't know what he was going to do. The good news is that there's a camera on the ceiling so if he cheats, he can tell the boss and he'll never come

again. The boss was a good person. In the past, when there was a fight between Sangwoo and a man asking for trauma, he sided with Sang-woo.

Customer Order 22: Full Chicken Fried Noodles

Sang-woo stared at the notification. It was only a minute before Jaeyoung passed the counter. As soon as I turned on the computer, it was clear that I had ordered it. Sang-woo got up, measured the water, boiled it, and cooked the ramen according to the recipe. I put the ramen bowl on a tray and headed to the smoking room. Jaeyoung was leaning back on the chair and watching the webtoon with her legs trembling. Sang-woo placed the tray on the table and immediately turned around. A loud sigh was heard from behind. Three minutes after returning to the counter, another notification came.

Customer order number 22: Lemonade

'Today's tactic is dog training.' If so, it would be the most bearable case ever. Anyway, Jae-young's seat wasn't too far from the counter, and Sang-woo had no complaints about what he was doing for money. Fill 80% of the glass with purified water and loosen the powder with a teaspoon. After dropping four ice cubes, the water came up to the end of the glass. Sang-woo placed the cup on the same tray and went to Jae-young. He was watching a video of people graffiti on the wall with sprayers. The ramen bowl was half empty. “Whew… .” A heavy sigh that seemed to go out of the ground flowed from between his lips. Sang-woo put his drink next to the ramen bowl and left the smoking room.

Five minutes later, the alarm rang again.

Customer Order No. 22: Abalone Chips

Sang-woo stared at the screen with a displeased expression. Although the system allowed all food to be ordered, very few customers ordered just one snack, and usually they bought it directly from the counter. 'Thank you for giving me such an exercise.' Sang-woo took the sweets from the shelf and headed to the smoking room. This time Jaeyoung was watching a video of basketball abroad. "ha… .” Somehow, the sound of sighing seemed to grow louder. Sang-woo left the smoking room with the cookies next to the lemonade and ramen bowls. Sang-woo knew it wouldn't end here. He sat at the counter and looked at the screen with his arms crossed. After waiting for some time, the notification sounded.

Customer Order #22: Fruit Jelly

As if waiting, Sang-woo grabbed the jelly and headed to the smoking room. “Ahhh… .” Jaeyoung let out a sigh as soon as the door opened. Sang-woo threw the jelly on Jae-young's lap. “Do it one at a time.” “Haaaah… .” “And if you have something to say, do it. Do not breathe.”

“It’s painful, it’s painful.” “I don’t know what to do.” Sang-woo muttered like that and turned his back on Jae-young. As I grabbed the doorknob of the smoking room, I heard a voice behind me. “I’m going to keep you until you ask me why I’m sighing.” Sangwoo chuckled. If you have something to say, just do it, why waste money and time by choosing such a detour? “Why are you sighing?” “My laptop is broken.” Jaeyoung muttered as if waiting, as if passing by at the same time. Sang-woo was curious. “Where is the problem?” "I do not know. It just beeps and doesn't turn on." “The memory card is probably missing from the slot or there is a problem with the motherboard. If the RAM is missing, you can open it and insert it, but if the chipset has trouble, you have to leave it to AS. Listen and judge how many times it beeps.” “I don’t know that because I’m blind.” Jaeyoung muttered sadly, then sighed again. “How am I supposed to do this? Should I get a Dell like hardware store? It will cost you 500,000 won, right?” 'Are you a baby hogu?' Sang-woo turned around and folded his arms. Jang Jae-young was buried in a chair, staring at Sang-woo. He began to mumble as if to himself. “I brought it, but it’s not something I can fix by touching it. I'll try to find an AS center after playing some games. I'm afraid there's something open at this hour, I'm really worried."

“Give it to me.” Sangwoo said abruptly. It wasn't that he was just trying to help. It was just a desire to solve problems if they were in front of them. Jaeyoung clapped his hands and widened his eyes. “Okay, were you in computer science? Since it’s the same computer, can you treat it?” “I’ll take a look.” Jaeyoung did not hesitate and held out a green laptop bag. Sang-woo took the laptop and returned to the counter. Opening the bag reveals a 14-inch white laptop. It was a foreign product that was released two years ago, and it was a brand I knew well because I had used it before. When I turned on the power, as Jae-young said, it did not boot and there were two beeps. If it happened twice instead of four, it was a sign of a memory problem. Sangwoo forcibly shuts down the laptop, took out a Phillips screwdriver from the drawer and started disassembling it. 'Is this possible?' When I opened it, the RAM card wasn't even slightly missing from the slot. Sang-woo requested a conversation with customer number 22 through the PC room system.

 Messages Admin : Senior, I don't have any RAM. 20:16 Guest22 : What is that? ㅠㅠ Look for it in your bag 20:16

Sang-woo frowned at the nonsensical sound, but looked through the pockets of the green bag because he had to go down. Oddly enough, there was a memory card in it.

 Messages Admin : It's in the bag. Why did you remove the ram? 20:18 Guest22 : I must have fallen for it while walking around ㅠㅠ 20:19

'Computer parts came out automatically and you opened the case and came out?' It was the most absurd thing Jaeyoung had ever said. Anyway, I put the memory card back in and turned on the computer and it booted up. However, it seemed that the problem with this laptop wasn't just the hardware. Boot time was unusually long. Sang-woo was at a loss for words when he saw the wallpaper that appeared 5 minutes later. Design software icons popped up, and there were folders of images, videos, documents, and all kinds of bird names. Because of that, I couldn't even see the female celebrity's face set on the background screen.

 Messages Admin : Booting is too slow. Organize desktop icons and delete unused programs. 20:27 Guest22 : Is it broken ? ㅠㅠ 20:27 Admin : It's not a malfunction. I will install an optimization program. If possible, buy an SSD and go with it. 20:27

But it wasn't going to be a program. It takes about a minute to open a web browser, so it's worth knowing how you've been using a computer that isn't that old.

 Messages Admin : I think it would be better to format it. 20:32 Guest22 : Do it ㅠㅠ 20:32 Admin : There is no OS. 20:32 Guest22 : Come to think of it, there was a CD in the bag 20:32

Who in the world carries a computer operating system in a bag? But surprisingly, there was a genuine CD in the back pocket of the bag. Sang-woo felt embarrassed.

 Messages

Admin : Do you usually carry the OS with you? 20:34 Guest22 : I don't know ㅠㅠ It's like a gift 20:34 Admin : Okay. You need to back up your data. 20:35 Guest22 : How long is the backup? ㅠㅠ 20:35 Admin : Get a large-capacity USB or external hard drive. If not, do it on your web hard drive. 20:35 Guest22 : Look in your bag 20:35

Surprisingly, there was a 1 terabyte external hard drive in the inside pocket. At this point, it should be said that it is a bag with nothing missing. It's surprising that someone who doesn't even know what backup is has an extra-capacity external hard drive.

 Messages Admin : I'll format it. Do you know how to partition? 20:37 Guest22 : Divide C and D drives in half, and Windows is on D at 20:38 Guest22 : I don't even know one thing ㅠㅠ I picked up that it was good ㅠㅠ 20:38 Admin : Yes. 20:39

Sang-woo backed up the slow laptop data to an external hard drive and formatted it. After that, I optimized my laptop and installed some basic software. As I put the cover on, I felt proud. When I did something productive, my time passed and I felt better. “Hey, your eyes are twinkling.” Jaeyoung leaned his arms and chin on the counter and looked down at Sangwoo. Since when have you been there Sangwoo didn't notice at all. “Are you done already? Awesome." Sang-woo realized later. I've wasted two hours fixing and formatting his laptop. No one told me to do it, but I did it myself. Even if he doesn't act as vicious as the first time, this annoying scum of personality, Yangachi's laptop. Sang-woo put the device in the bag with an annoyed expression and handed it to Jae-young.

"Here you go. Please do not install the graphic tool because it is not a specification to run.” “Thank you, Sangwoo.” Jaeyoung’s six-character words strangely touched my heart heavily. I felt a little weird. The price of two hours of labor cannot be replaced by a simple thank-you, and the moment I heard that word, I had the illusion that the effort was not worth it. Sangwoo nodded without looking into Jae-young's eyes. Just then, the night part-timer arrived and exchanged seats with Sang-woo. While Sang-woo was tidying up and putting on his coat, Jae-young was standing in front of the door with a laptop bag on his shoulder. Sang-woo walked without thinking for a while. Then, when the endorphins that were circulating in my body from touching the computer subsided, I was faced with a situation where I was walking side by side with Jae-young. Jae-young was walking next to Sang-woo with his hands in his pockets and humming a strange song. No attempt has yet been made to trespass, humiliate, or harass. “What are you doing?” "Huh?" Jae-young made an expression that it was the first time he had discovered Sang-woo was there. “Where are you going?” "me? uh… . At home?" “This is the way to my house.” “I live here too.” Then it was explained why he was walking beside him. He wasn't following me, he was just on his way home. “Sangwoo, you’re good with computers.” “I just had everything I needed in my bag.”

“I think I should give an example to thank you.” "That's Okay. I did it because I couldn’t see it.” It's also a case study, and I didn't know what to do, and I didn't expect anything like that, but Sang-woo said firmly. "no. I worked hard, but I should be rewarded.” "it's okay." Jaeyoung paused for a while and then asked abruptly. “Shall I show you a movie?” Sang-woo was not interested in movies, but he knew that the equation 'movie theater = dating course' is a generally accepted view in society. “Why do I watch a movie with my senior?” "Huh? I didn't mean to see you together. You said you were going to show it to yourself.” “…….” I don't know why this strange misunderstanding has been happening so often since a few days ago. Sang-woo felt his breathing become heavy. “Is that so, then?” He spoke and walked as fast as he was chewing. I was fortunate enough to be home. Jaeyoung stopped in front of the studio building. Sang-woo walked towards the door as if running away. “Sleep well, Sangwoo.” It was an unnecessarily friendly greeting. Jae-young's greeting made Sang-woo feel uncomfortable today. For some reason, Sang-woo couldn't ignore him as usual. “… Senior too.”

Sang-woo said that whether Jae-young heard it or not, and ran up the stairs two at a time.

Jang Jae-young has definitely become strange. The intensity of the bullying, which once drove Sang-woo to extreme stress, decreased sharply, but now finally converges to zero. Of course, this is a story when the basic stress of having to sit together in class and other stresses caused by being around him are not taken into account. On Monday of the 2nd week, Jaeyoung went beyond not bothering Sangwoo and started to help. It was a Chinese class, a time to practice the conversation expressions I learned with the person next to me. Sang-woo tried to do it with the girl on the left instead of Jae-young, but she turned down the offer, saying she was friends with another girl. While wasting time like that, both the front and back students started practicing, so Sang-woo had no choice but to do it with Jae-young, who had a sarcastic attitude on his face and a smirk on his face. “Cong-Zeol-Tao-Seoul-Jan-Tuo-Jang-Tsu-Chien?” Sang-woo first asked in Chinese how long it would take to get to Seoul Station. Jaeyoung, who was listening, said something. “Are you good at your language?” Sang-woo ignored those words. I moved on to the next conversation because I thought that only I had to practice. “Woman-Ming Tien-Yi-Chi-Chikan-Tienying-Ba?” Shall we go to the movies tomorrow? Jae-young, who was quietly listening to Sangwoo's question, smiled strangely. He coughed and answered quickly. “Hun Hao, Khan Shenmer Tiening?” “It’s not like that.”

Sang-woo frowned. The book clearly states that there is no shortage of time, but Jaeyoung gave an absurd answer. He was a kid who couldn't live a day without playing around. “Did you understand? What do you mean?” “Okay, you’re asking what kind of movie you want to watch. I do it right.” “After all, reading, writing, and listening are good styles. But what you say is serious for an intermediate level.” “I’m doing what the book says.” “Language is meaningless if it is not communicated. Each country has a different way of saying it, but you don't make any effort to do the same.” 'What's wrong with acting like a teacher?' Sang-woo first felt antipathy, but recalled the bitter memories of 'beginner Chinese' grades, which were A0 alone among A+ in the first semester of the first year. The deduction factor was pronunciation, as Jaeyoung said. “Read this.” As Sang-woo did his best to recite the sentence pointed to by his long finger, Jaeyoung's eyes almost closed and his pupils disappeared. He covered his mouth with his fist and laughed, then stopped when he saw Sang-woo's expression. “I got it right, so why are you laughing at me?” “I’m not laughing, you… .” He blurted out his words. “Okay, for now, you can do it like it is now. a little longer.” Jae-young showed a demonstration. Sang-woo followed him. "great. 2 stars feel like going up diagonally from bottom to top. Look, like an airplane taking off.”

Jaeyoung raised his arms at an angle and slowly raised them upwards like an airplane. Again, Jaeyoung spoke first and Sangwoo followed. "right. It’s good that you let me know.” Without warning, Jae-young's hand touched the back of Sang-woo's head. I rubbed back and forth a couple of times and left a strange feeling in the place where it disappeared. Sang-woo was embarrassed because he forgot how to breathe for a moment. We have learned that the human body has evolved to be prepared for the many attacks of nature. His body instinctively regarded Jaeyoung's hand as a hostile threat and seemed to strain his body. Jae-young wasn't looking at Sang-woo. He moved his hand with a serious expression, as if he was absorbed in my lecture. “Look at the three stars. It feels like going down, taking a spoonful, and then going up again. try." “… Earls.” "uh? I'm back again for the first time. Then try 2 stars again.” “Ni-i.” “Why are you doing this all of a sudden? It's broken, what is it? If you can't overcome this, you'll never get a perfect score." Sang-woo took out the blanking board, which had turned into a fan, and put it on his face. Jaeyoung was turning his back to take something out of his bag. When he came back, he handed a piece of paper to Sang-woo. Simplified Chinese characters were printed on paper. As I read the contents, it was an ambassador for a Qing dynasty merchant, shop customer, and voice phishing partner. Sangwoo's eyes widened. The second thing that was neatly organized was all the Roman phonetic symbols. Upon reading it carefully, unlike the previous handwritten script, which only provided example sentences, the sentences were trimmed to fit the context and there were no blanks. It was a task that would have required me to spend a long time on the Internet if I wanted to do it alone, and even if I did my best, there would still be areas where it was lacking. When their eyes met, Jaeyoung smiled.

“Aren’t there any compliments?” “Did you erase all the swear words?” Jae-young replied that he had deleted it, but Sang-woo could not believe his words. So I called a professor who was passing by and asked me to check the script because I had fixed it. The professor took the script with a questionable expression and read it down with his eyes. The corners of her lips rose a little, then burst into laughter. Jaeyoung asked her, turning the pen between her fingers. “How are you, Professor?” “Last time it was full of obscene lines, but it was fixed. Anyway, I have a feeling that a masterpiece will come out. Should I bring a camcorder?” “It was all done by Sangwoo.” “He said that last time, Sangwoo did it all. How does he know such vulgar swearing? Even if you don’t know.” “Hey, that’s disrespectful to my disciple. You are too much.” The professor put his hand on Sang-woo's shoulder and said. “Anyway, I’ll be looking forward to next week, both of you.” Sang-woo frowned. Something was strange. It's hard to believe, but now I have no choice but to admit it. Error, Jang Jae-young... got good

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After the second period, Jaeyoung got up like a knife and handled yawning and stretching at the same time. Then he spread throughout the 'Algorithm' class, doing his own thing, as if he had done something great. “I need to eat.”

Now I'm used to walking down the engineering college hallways with him. Going down the stairs at the same speed. And walking to a restaurant together, sitting side by side and eating together. But today, Jae-young stopped Sang-woo in front of the College of Engineering. “Sangwoo, hyung has an appointment today.” It was completely unexpected. Rather, it was a strange situation. Even though they had not agreed to eat together, Jae-young was acting as if Sang-woo was waiting for him. Sang-woo made a happy gesture to clear his misunderstanding. “Wow… .” clap clap clap. They clap their hands five times and only get rid of them. Jae-young took out a can of coffee from the bag and held it in Sang-woo's hand, giving him a pathetic expression like a grandmother looking at her grandson. “Eat well, don’t pretend, drink water, and don’t follow people you don’t know. got it?" It's as if you're regretting it. “I always wondered, are you crazy?” Jaeyoung smiled. His hand reached the top of his head and fell without a moment of escaping backwards. “…….” When Sang-woo decided to say something, his back figure had already disappeared. 'It's broken, what?' Sang-woo recalled what Jae-young had said in the first class. Those words were far more concerned with the Chinese pronunciation of Fujida's accusation than the prophecy that it would not be possible to get a perfect score in this way. At some point, Jae-young became closer to Sang-woo than necessary. And Sang-woo, who is not accustomed to that kind of thing, suddenly stopped accidents. Literally, it's like it's broken. 'I'll get angry next time.'

I felt pretty bad. It was so bad that it was hard to breathe. Sang-woo walked the campus with anger inside. Jae-young, who had gone far, stopped in front of the bench. There was one male student and one female student. When Jaeyoung said something, the girl laughed and slapped him on the back. Even if it was a great joke, the male student sat down and laughed. Jaeyoung wrapped his arms around his neck and tormented him, and he spread out on the floor and laughed even louder. 'I feel good.' Sang-woo took his eyes off them and muttered to himself. I couldn't help but feel good. I thought we were going to eat together, but Jang Jae-young took care of it. Because I was able to eat on time without having to worry about pretending or being interrupted. It really was. Mealtime was so peaceful when nothing happened. Sang-woo ate quietly at the empty table except for one female student and got up. It was 12:28, perfect time after I arranged the plates in the pit. After a long time, I came out of the restaurant at the normal time and opened the can of coffee that Jaeyoung gave me. Familiar time, familiar taste and familiar air. A walk while sipping coffee was pleasant. After one round of the promenade, it was 12:41. Sang-woo threw the coffee can into the second trash can in front of the College of Natural Sciences and headed to the library. 'I feel good. Really.' The library was sparsely populated that day, so there was no hindrance to study. After completing the book application and scanning of new books, Sang-woo borrowed a new programming book and sat down. 'Can I read all of this?' Recently, for some strange reason, I was skeptical because it was too much to study in the department, but he put a thick book in his backpack and pulled out the major book he was going to study this time. There was no student at the table he sat at. Sang-woo looked at the empty seat and turned his gaze to the book.

Capacitors, capacitors, inductors, DC and AC… . His gaze shifted over the letters. Obviously, I was deciphering the symbols, but no matter how many times I read them, I couldn't get the meaning. 'So what do you mean?' Sang-woo complained to himself and was terribly surprised by himself. I've never had such an unclean mind while studying anything. However, no matter how reverent he approached, the text did not open the door to Sang-woo. No matter how many times he read it, he couldn't understand the concept, only licking the outside. It was clear that he had not been able to attend class properly and fell behind.

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Time passed regardless of the poor condition. The day turned into night, and then into day again. The next day started the same day, but not everything was the same. There was only a leather cross-body bag lying next to Sang-woo, and it was empty until 20 minutes had passed since the class started. Since there is no owner, you can just put it away and sit down, but Sang-woo felt strangely uncomfortable at the fact that there was no disturber beside him. Jang Jae-young staggered through the back door as soon as Sang-woo's electronic clock changed to 22 minutes. The laser beam seemed to come out of the eyes of Professor Choi, the 'embedded system' who was late and looked at him as he fell on the desk. Jaeyoung smelled like alcohol. Sang-woo wondered if he had gone out to drink with the people he was with in front of the bench the day before. “Why are you late?” But the whispers that came out of their mouths contained other questions. Besides, it was meaningless because it was a question that I already knew the answer to. Jaeyoung, who was lying down, turned his head slightly and looked up at Sang-woo. “Why do you think it is?”

“You drink late.” “I know.” “With whom?” A thinly hidden question came out of Sang-woo's mouth. Jaeyoung's eyes gleamed with playfulness at the subject that he couldn't even lift his head properly because he was sobbing. “What would you do if you drank with someone?” “I’m curious about who the less distant people who drink with seniors are.” “If you want to drink with me, say you want to drink.” “Are you crazy, am I?” Sang-woo wanted to blame Jae-young for not being able to concentrate in class when he came, but in fact, he hadn't listened to anything since then. 'I have no idea what it is.' These days, Sang-woo often feels unfamiliar emotions. At the same time, I felt a sense of loss of familiar sensations. In the meantime, the dark brown back of the head kept pulling Sang-woo's attention from the book. I couldn't do it today, I had a foreboding. Even after class was over, Jaeyoung did not get up and was lying on the desk. "Elder." I could have abandoned him and went to the next class, but Sang-woo called him. “… Elder." Jaeyoung did not raise his face, only his left hand reached out and grabbed Sangwoo's arm. That action made Sang-woo very uncomfortable. "Oh… . I can’t do it because I feel like I’m going to vomit.”

Jae-young said, holding onto Sang-woo's arm with both hands. He barely got up and took the 'blackholic' from his bag and placed it on the desk. He staggered out and left only a can of coffee. Sang-woo took coffee and headed to the next lecture room. A backpack was always placed where Sang-woo preferred. Sang-woo hung the bag on the chair and sat down. It was unjust to clear someone's place, but he knew that Jae-young wouldn't show up. It's been a while since I sat in my favorite seat, but strangely, it didn't feel good. Although the content of the 'algorithm' class that day was not difficult, Sangwoo could not concentrate well. 'Are you going to vomit? .' It was Jaeyoung's fault that she drank too much even though she had class the next day. Still, it was a little pitiful to see him in pain. Sang-woo suddenly realized that he had made a different judgment in the previous case with a similar logical structure. 'It is Jang Jae-young's responsibility to appear as a proxy. Therefore, it is appropriate even if I cannot graduate.' Sang-woo fell into confusion. The unfamiliar feeling that there was a crack in coherence did not go away until the end of class or until I ate alone in the cafeteria. Sangwoo had no idea. I just sat down because there was a seat and there was a spoon so I ate the soup. Then I woke up because the table was empty. The body mechanically disposes of the leftovers and places the empty plates on the conveyor belt. I put my spoon and chopsticks in separate containers and drank a glass of water from the sink. Since there were no variables, the time was of course 12:28. Sang-woo walked according to a routine like a car on which an automatic driving command was entered. Before long, he entered the kiosk, but there was no drink to buy. I realized that in front of the refrigerator. The store owner, who was sitting at the checkout counter, approached Sang-woo and touched his shoulder, showing an apologetic look. “Student, it’s been a while. Don't worry, I told you to bring coffee on Monday!" "all right." Sang-woo answered, pushing her hand away.

“Anyway, I’m sorry, so I keep worrying about it. I've been drinking every day, how much do I want to drink? Is not it?" Sang-woo's eyes turned to the refrigerator. It wasn't the empty fifth row, it was the top row.

We are responsible for the next day of drunkards! Patent No. 99999 Hangover Relief Drink dawn 777

He reached out his hand involuntarily, then clenched his fist and brought it back to his body. But the hand went out again. So I put it back on my body. His hand violated the brain's command as if it were an independent organism. After several conflicts, Sang-woo's right hand won the battle with the brain and opened the refrigerator. The store owner, who was watching 'Dawn 777' by Sang-woo, said: “Did you drink yesterday? Feels good, just take it. I was worried about the entire student expression report last time.” Sang-woo got a free hangover-relieving drink in the blink of an eye. But where is this written? When Sang-woo was about to ask for money, the store owner had returned to the counter. Sang-woo came out of the store and drank the canned coffee Jae-young gave him in the morning and walked along the promenade. I threw the can into the second trash can in front of the College of Natural Sciences and headed to the library. After applying for new books and scanning, I sat down. When I opened the bag, I saw a can of drink among the books on my major. Sangwoo placed the necessary books straight on the desk, took out 'Dawn 777' and looked at it.

'Responsible for the next day of drunkards!'

As soon as I saw the word drunkard, I was reminded of Jaeyoung, who couldn't control her body properly. I tried to think of other drunkards, but none came to mind. So, I imagined a bottle of wine or a whale, but the image that once stuck in my head was too powerful. Sang-woo, who had been sitting still for a while without doing anything, abruptly got up and grabbed a drink. Then, with quick steps, he descended the stairs and crossed the lobby. Sang-woo liked to solve problems. Although it wasn't his problem, if the words on the can were true (it said there was a patent for relieving hangovers), it could be solved. That was it. Actually, it was a bit of a bad idea. Because Jaeyoung may have already had a drink. Drinks may not work as well as advertised. Because Jaeyoung may have already gone home. While holding his tail to the tail and holding on to the continuing doubts, Sang-woo walked steadfastly. I didn't know where Jaeyoung was, so I thought I'd leave him in the theater room. If that's the case, you've done your best. Sang-woo had no obligation to do any more. On the way to the school building, Sang-woo stopped. Someone caught his attention from afar. Even though he couldn't see his face properly, he could tell he was smiling with a crumpled face. The gesture of the hand moving in the air had been seen many times. The angle of the bent leg was not the same as the others. His green coat was lying on the ground. Jae-young sat on one of the benches. And a woman with short yellow hair stood in front of it with her arms crossed. His complexion was not good, but he looked much better than what he had seen in class. When he touched his stomach while acting a distressed expression, the woman groaned. When I said something, the woman struck her arm with her fist. Laugh, laugh, laugh. A lot of smiles bloomed on the faces of the men and women. Sang-woo turned around and walked in the opposite direction. I just played with my feet without thinking. When I woke up, I found myself in front of the futsal court under

construction. The worker who said strange things to him the other day is now working. Sang-woo strode towards him. A man wearing a hard hat looked surprised. "student! What are you doing here at this hour?” “What are you talking about?” Sang-woo handed him the drink he was holding. “Eat this.” "Huh? what's this… . I stopped drinking.” “Anyway, eat.” Sang-woo returned to the library a month later. Lately I've been wasting my time all the time, but I've never wasted so badly. My heart was pounding at the guilt I felt for wasting my time inefficiently. Sang-woo was looking for a pencil case and rummaging through his bag when he saw that the phone's screen was flashing. Rarely, there was a message.

Free Ride 3: Sangwoo, I go first today  13:27 Free Ride 3: Embarrassed  13:27

Sang-woo stared at the screen. After reading the short text several times, I touched the reply box and hesitated for a while. 'Good for you.' 'happy.' 'Please do the same tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.'

Some messages were written and then erased. Sang-woo finally replied 'yes' and threw the phone into the bag. It was clear that Jang Jae-young was seriously mistaken. Or, as always, joking. I'm sorry, what reason do you have for yourself? It's nice to see the person who bothered you disappear.

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“Hello, lettuce brother.” Jihyo sat down next to him and said. It was 15 minutes before the cultural theory class started. Sang-woo shook his head. His gaze turned to the thick humanities book again. “You still have a long way to go for the exam, but you are studying hard.” “It’s done in advance.” “I want to, too, but I can’t.” Ji-hye continued to talk to her side, but even so, it didn't interfere as much as half of the sleeping Jang Jae-young. Because these days, he disturbed Sang-woo even when he was not present. “Brother, you look very bad.” Sang-woo ignored those words. “I’ll show you a picture that makes me feel good.” Jihyo's hand holding the cell phone came into view. Sang-woo looked at several photos of a white, small dog from various angles, expressionless. “Are you okay? So what is this?” The next picture was an orange cat. Sang-woo was waiting for her to put the device away. Then, among the flickering pictures, I saw a strange thing.

“Wait, what was that?” "Yes? Ah, I captured it while shopping online, but I put it in the wrong folder.” As Jihyo flicked the screen with her finger, a picture of the keyboard appeared. Sangwoo enlarged the small photo and looked closely. Tenkeyless on a ninja with a keyboard under it. LEDs were also embedded in each keyboard in a special black and yellow color. “It’s a feelcom ax8990 honeybee edition.” "Yes?" “It’s a bit pricey, but using Veri’s switches, it’s durable, the keys feel good, simultaneous input is possible, and it’s good in many ways. It will probably last a long time. Think about LEDs. I thought it was crazy Which switch?” "Oh… . What do you like to do with documents?” “Then it’s better to use a non-clicking enemy that doesn’t make a sound. If you want to feel the taste of typing in a quiet way, brown pork is fine. Blue is usually preferred by gamers.” “Is that right? right? Then shall we live as enemies?” Wisdom nodded and asked. Sang-woo thought for a moment before answering. “The regular price of this is 198,000 won, is it okay? It's a classic since it was released, so there are a lot of used ones. A well-maintained one can be bought for around 100,000 won.” "Oh really? How do you trade second-hand?” Sang-woo squandered the rest of his time explaining second-hand trading tips. Jihye nodded her head, listened intently, and even took notes, so it was difficult to stop. “You don’t know anything about your brother.” "It's not." The professor came in when Wisdom said something strange. Sang-woo looked at the book right away. One minute after class started, Jihyo placed something on the

book. It was a note made from torn out a notebook. At first I thought she had thrown out the trash and I was almost angry, but when I looked closely, there were letters written on it.

Lettuce oppa^-^ Thank you for teaching me good information!!! If there's something you don't know, please ask me. I want to help *_*

Sang-woo wrote 'Yes' at the end of the note and returned it to Ji-hye. But a question arose in my mind. What can you ask Wisdom? When Sang-woo had questions, he mostly looked up books or solved it on the Internet. As a humanities student, Ryu Jihye understands cultural theory much better than Sang-woo. It was unlikely that I could give more information than the collective intelligence of the Internet world or specialized books. Sang-woo thought deeply, and thought of an area that Ji-hye knew much better than himself. 'I'll ask you during my break later.' Sang-woo wrote a memo in his head and concentrated on the class again.

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“That old man.” When it was time to take a break, Sang-woo was lucky. Wisdom changed her posture and listened seriously. “Who are you?” "that… . page… Jae-young senior.” “Oh, yes.” “You seem to have a girlfriend.”

Sang-woo spit out the words and felt uncomfortable. What Wisdom asked for was a question. Sang-woo's question was also a perfect question when I remembered it in my head, but when I spit it out, it became a form that was neither one nor the other. But, fortunately, Wisdom didn't seem to mind. She answered with a smile. “As far as I know, you don’t.” Sang-woo's curiosity was easily solved. “It must have been a while since I broke up with the person I dated last year. Now she's my older sister from law school... . She's really pretty, she has a good family, she's a genius. And information that was not asked came one after another. “How do you know that?” “I’ve been on social media, and I hear rumors from time to time.” “What rumors?” Wisdom's mouth moved again. Whether Jaeyoung was 20 when she was 20 years old when she received an offer from an agency to act as an actress, that she worked as a model for a while, or that her mate as a freshman became a famous singer now, information that she did not need to know at all. When Sang-woo made a sad expression on his face, Ji-hye stopped talking. “It’s not that I’m interested, but my friend likes Jaeyoung oppa, so I keep telling him.” "Yes? Why are you good?” “You’re handsome.” It was something even Sang-woo acknowledged. “You’re good at exercise.” I was good at skateboarding. “You have a very good personality.”

Then came a sentence I couldn't agree with. “Isn’t it? You don't know each other well." “I’m not friendly at all.” These days, he's gotten a lot nicer, a human horseman, a sadist. Only extreme words floated in my head to tell Ji-hye, who didn't even know Jae-young. “That’s right, Jaeyoung oppa told me not to talk about it before. what!" Sang-woo pretended not to hear because it was a stabbing attack. Fortunately, the professor came back just in time.

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After class, it was time to eat. While Sang-woo was organizing his books and pencil case, Ji-hye suddenly asked. “Oh, how did that happen? Blankets and earplugs.” “It doesn’t work.” The screen was turned into a fan, the seven cans of coffee were at home, and the earplugs were worn once and never touched. "I'm sorry." But wisdom was nothing to be sorry for. Because your opponent is weird. Come to think of it, I promised her that I would buy her food in return for the advice. Although it didn't help much, a promise is a promise, so Sang-woo took a meal ticket from his wallet and put it on her desk. Jihyo stared at the food stamp. “Why are you giving me a meal ticket?” “You said you bought rice.” "Oh really. You have to buy it yourself, what is this!”

“Buy this and eat it.” Sang-woo got up from his seat carrying his backpack, and Ji-hye put the meal ticket back into Sang-woo's pocket. “It’s not like this, brother. Please buy it the next time you like it.” Sang-woo recalled the memory of getting pasta for 23,500 won from her. Apparently, the price of the school was too cheap, so he didn't want to go to the castle. "okay. I'll buy you a pizza later." “Really? Isn't that pizza bread?" 'I thought he was good, but I have a lot of doubts.' They came out of the building. As I was walking towards the restaurant, someone called Sang-woo from behind. “Sangwoo.” There was only one person who could call him that. Sang-woo looked around quickly. He was breathing as if the man he expected had run in the expected coat. “I was here. You found it.” "why?" “Why, you decided to have dinner with me.” “Am I?” It was a golden door. It was clear that Jang Jae-young had mistaken Sang-woo for someone else or misunderstood something. Sang-woo turned around again and walked towards the restaurant, but this time, Ji-hye, who was next to him, was stranded. “Uh, French Language and Literature.” "Wow… . See you again, brother. Hello." "Iknow, right. Did you say our full name?” “I’m Jihye Ryu. Hehe. And actually, I know your brother's name, you're so famous... .”

Sang-woo tried to widen the distance, but they quickly followed and the conversation could be heard. “Ji Hye-nim gets along well with Sang-woo. We were together when we came to the store back then.” “Actually, it was the first time we met that day. Sangwoo oppa was so kind to carry my luggage... . I didn't mean to, but I put too many books in the box. Why do you have to spread out the heavy things when packing? I was greedy to finish it all in one room without studying... .” Week after week. The words of wisdom are not over. And Jae-young, Ji-hye, Jaeyoung, Ji-hye, Jae-young, and conversation went back and forth like a ping-pong ball. The line at the restaurant shrunk very slowly. "Ha ha ha ha ha! bro you are really fun Oh right. My friend wants to get my brother's autograph, can you please?” “Hey, I’m not a celebrity, what’s the sign?” Suddenly, Jae-young was talking to Ji-hye. If someone you don't know sees it, they'll think they've known each other for a long time. It was hard to hear the two of them babbling like sparrows, but as we waited, the line gradually decreased. They each entered the restaurant with their plates. Jae-young stood in line at another place to receive the special dish, feast noodles, and later joined. Sang-woo diligently searched for a table that had only one empty seat, but couldn't find one, so the three of them had no choice but to sit together. “Does Wisdom have a boyfriend?” Jae-young asked Ji-hye a strange question without even touching the feast noodles. Jihyo replied with a bright smile. “No, no!” "Yes? Of course I thought it would be.” Sang-woo's gaze turned to Jae-young's face. His eyes staring at wisdom were not unusual. “So. I think men don’t appreciate me.”

“I know a lot of solo juniors, so just tell me.” Jaeyoung smiled, folded his arms and pulled up the chair a little and sat down. “Do you really want to introduce me to my friend Kim? Two or three good guys come to mind. What style do you like?” He pulled out his cell phone and began to scan the phone book. Jihyo smiled and waved her hand. “Aww, no. This semester, I just want to study. Thank you for your words.” "Oh… . Yes?" Jaeyoung looked over her face and put the phone back into his pocket. After a moment of silence, he said. “By the way, how about Sang-woo? I think it will suit you well.” Sang-woo spit out the seaweed soup he had in his mouth. Everyone looked surprised, but Sang-woo himself was the most surprised. Jihyo pulled out a few wipes from her bag and held it out. “Lettuce brother! Isn't that too much? Do you feel that bad?” “Then it wouldn’t feel good to be in a relationship with someone while you’re still.” “It’s just a word.” “I still hate it.” Sang-woo stole ingredients and broth with one wet tissue and wiped the table with one. What is this situation? Sang-woo couldn't understand it at all, but somehow it was certain that it was uncomfortable. I wanted to get out of this place quickly. Jaeyoung smiled and looked at Sangwoo. "award… weight?" “Sangwoo oppa said his nickname when he was young was Sangchu. It's so cute, isn't it?" "Yes? You seem to be very close with our Sangwoo, and they call us by nicknames.”

'Our boss?' Even my mother had never heard of it. Sang-woo felt the rice he ate on top immediately. For a while no one spoke. However, before the quiet atmosphere was over, Jaeyoung broke the silence. "by the way… . Where are you going today?” "Yes?" “Your makeup is thicker than the last time I saw you.” "Hahaha… . Remember that? At that time, I was able to move my luggage a little more comfortably. I usually take care of myself. haha." “I was talking about last Wednesday.” "Oh… . There was a situation that day... . I woke up so late that I was almost late.” "like that. I also paid special attention today, and I thought I was going to meet someone important.” A completely meaningless conversation ensued. Sang-woo thought that such a conversation would not help digestion at all. Perhaps because Jae-young talked too much, Ji-hye didn't have a good expression. Sang-woo sympathized with her difficulties as if it were his own. If you keep telling me to stop eating, anyone will get annoyed. On the way out of the meal, Jihyo asked a strange thing in front of the restaurant. “How did you become friends? You have a very different style, but it’s amazing.” There was an error in her words. Sang-woo immediately responded. “I didn’t hit any… .” “There were some misunderstandings at first.” Then Jaeyoung put his arm around Sangwoo's shoulder. Sang-woo's body stiffened again at that insignificant act, and even after he swallowed his breath, he forgot the timing to exhale. Jaeyoung’s arm resting on his shoulder felt as heavy as a piece of iron. “We had very bad feelings for each other, but now it’s all over. Is not it?"

“No.” Sang-woo pushed his shoulder with his palm. Jang Jae-young touched other people's bodies without hesitation. originally such a person. A person who shrugs, calls out names, touches faces, jokes, or hits anyone (even people they're not familiar with at all). Sangwoo hated that. There is a culture of hugging children frequently in foreign countries, but Sang-woo did not grow up in such a family environment. In Sang-woo's world, the only person he could touch was his romantic partner, Lee Seong. It's also limited. No matter how innocent he was, he could only feel bad. “Don’t get me wrong. 'Cause nothing's been solved and it's still the worst. What do you think will change if you pretend to be nice? I still feel bad and I have no intention of solving it.” “It’s okay for a while, but it’s starting again.” Jaeyoung's expression, as he mumbled, was somber. Wisdom had her eyes wide open like a rabbit. “You’re a skit tomorrow, are you brave?” Jae-young's sarcastic sarcasm made Sang-woo feel uncomfortable, so he missed the right time to advise not to touch his body. “Don’t come to class. I’m going to play three roles.” "Nope." Jaeyoung stretched out and said lazyly. “I’m sorry, Wisdom. I'll take some Sangwoo. I have a very important announcement tomorrow.” "Oh… . Yes!" And suddenly, he grabbed Sang-woo's wrist. Sang-woo shakes his hand, but this time Jae-young hits his back. While Sang-woo was shocked as it was the first time in his life that such a thing had happened, he took the backpack from his shoulder. Then it jumped out. "excuse me? Elder!"

I called him out loud, but he didn't stop. 'Isn't that a real kid?' Even though Sang-woo thought it was ridiculous, he had no choice but to run after him. Because he had no idea what he was going to do with his backpack. If it was Jang Jae-young, it wouldn't be strange to throw everything in it into the sewer. At first, Jae-young, who was running limp, increased his speed when he was in danger of being overtaken by Sang-woo. “Stand there!” Jae-young was running at full speed with the backpack in front of her. One time, Sang-woo's fingertips touched Jae-young's shoulder, but Jae-young laughed at him and ran away. I remember running with all my might exactly a week ago, and something similar to that time was repeating itself. "Oh… . Hard." Jaeyoung went around the College of Engineering, passed the futsal court, the canteen, and the school building, and stopped until he arrived at the wide lawn in front of the main gate. Sang-woo took a deep breath and took a deep breath. “Give me… . Give it to me.” He reached out his hand helplessly, but Jae-young didn't hear it, so he opened Sangwoo's backpack as if it was his own, pulled out a water bottle, and shook his head. “Are you really crazy?” “I see.” Sang-woo took the water bottle he threw and drank water. My heart was pounding because I was beating out of nowhere. The surroundings were unfamiliar. A lawn where students rest like laundry here and there. Sang-woo had never set foot here in six semesters. "What are you doing? Please sit down.” Jaeyoung sat down and patted the seat next to him with his palm. Then he laid down on Sang-woo's backpack. Lie on your back with your legs spread apart, your hands

interlaced and support the back of your head. Both eyes were closed, and the mouth drew an arc as if it were pleasant. The sun shone brightly on his hair. “Give me your bag.” “I am writing.” “Because I’m giving it away.” “Then give me another pillow.” Sang-woo squatted and pulled the backpack abruptly, but Jae-young had his arms crossed, so he couldn't take it away. “Are you preparing the skis?” “I did it here.” “There are no desks and no chairs. Are you really here?” “You must have memorized all the scripts. What can't you do?" Jaeyoung closed his eyes, so he couldn't see him, but Sang-woo nodded. If it was a script, I already knew it. I felt strange when I sat with my buttocks on the grass. Sangwoo smelled the grass and wondered what he was doing sitting in a place like this. “Then I will start.” “Let’s rest for 10 minutes.” “Waste of time… .” “Is it okay to waste that much?” Jaeyoung took out a can of coffee from my bag and held it out. I checked my watch and it was time for a walk around campus. Sang-woo answered yes and took a can of coffee. Jaeyoung stayed quiet for a while, as if asleep, and then called his name when the can was half empty. “Sangwoo.” "why."

“How is your ideal type?” Sang-woo looked at Jae-young with a frown on his face, but he was still calm and closed his eyes. “Why are you asking about something so personal?” “In the beginning, between 'not close friends', you waste time by asking such useless things.” “It is.” Sang-woo answered and reviewed Jae-young's question. I hadn't really thought about it before, but when I put together a list of women who had had even the slightest bit of positive impression so far, I got the hang of it. “I prefer people with a neat appearance and a calm personality.” “Oh, kind of like a kindergarten teacher.” Sang-woo ignored those words and drank coffee without a word. Then, a second later, a second question flew in. “When was your first love?” "I do not know." "do not know?" “The concept is ambiguous. I will answer you if you clearly define it.” Jaeyoung frowned and opened his eyes. Her eyes were full of sunlight, and her eyes were brown. As he looked me in the eye, Sang-woo was ambiguous. “Whether it’s the first time we started dating or the first time we had sex, we need to spell it out correctly.” Jaeyoung rolled his eyes with a look that he still didn't understand. “Have you never liked anyone?”

“If that’s the concept… . My first love was when I was six years old, and my target was not a person.” He snorted as soon as he heard it, but Sang-woo laughed at Jae-young. Sang-woo did not believe in the emotional love portrayed in the broadcast media. They dismissed it as an illusion made by irrational people confused with sexual desire, and thought it was a lie promoted by the government to maintain the marriage system. Everyone goes through it, but Sang-woo has never felt that way before. “The time is up. I will start.” Sang-woo checked his watch and adjusted his posture to sit down. “Pyeni-Pyenni-Thai-Pyenni… .” It's cheap, it's cheap, the fruit is cheap. Buy one bundle. As he spoke his first line, Jaeyoung burst out laughing. The cheekbones were raised, and the neat teeth were exposed between the lips. “New name Hao.” “It’s not like that. I do it right.” “What did I say?” "I feel good." "me too." “…….” Sang-woo sneeze because his nose was itchy. Some flies were flying around. No, is it a butterfly?

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At the end of March, the weather, which had been fine for a while, became chilly due to the spring cold. The padding kept my body warm, but as I rode the bike, the wind

blew against my face. Sang-woo arrived at the liberal arts college with his cheeks red. I put my backpack in the classroom and checked whether I had memorized all the scripts for 3 roles (there was no guarantee that Jang Jae-young would attend). After confirming that his memories were intact, he took out his clothes and wig and headed to the bathroom. The right column is always marked with a fault, so it went into the left column. By the time I changed my clothes, 4 minutes had passed. Finally, I had enough time to practice. In the classroom with the back door open, Jae-young was sitting hunched over in a yellow, shiny cloth, looking at her phone. My hair was sticking out under the rubber because I wasn't wearing the wig properly. unpredictable person. don't know where to jump The appearance of yesterday and today are different, and they reverse the things they promised themselves. He was a fatal error, but Sang-woo seemed to get used to it. A bastard, a sadist, a scumbag, a human. He doesn't hate him, so how messed up is he? Jaeyoung raised his head and burst into laughter. While I was doing the same thing, I smiled broadly, pointing my finger at Sang-woo as if I had seen the funniest scene in the world. “Why did you come so early?” “I am a class assistant.” “Oh, yes.” I've never seen him serve as an assistant, and he was talking nonsense. Sang-woo kicked his legs out and sat down next to Jae-young. He placed his hand on his temple and checked the lines when Jaeyoung grabbed his cell phone and took a picture of his face. Sang-woo covered his face with an annoyed expression. “Don’t do it, please.” “You always wear it like that. It fits really well.” Jaeyoung sighed as he checked the few photos he had just taken. Then I turned the camera back on. “Sangwoo.”

"Yes." “Would you like to take a selfie?” "no." Jae-young reluctantly pulled out a chair and sat down next to Sang-woo. The screen of his phone showed the two of them in silly bald wigs. Sang-woo stayed still, wondering if it would be okay to give it to him once. “Smile, man.” It wasn't fun either, but I didn't feel like forced to smile. Jaeyoung took three pictures in a row, and each time his expression changed. The first time I laughed, the second time I stick out my tongue, and the third time I don't know what to do, but it shriveled my facial muscles and made them ugly. “You’re the best at this.” Jaeyoung shrugged and showed the picture. When Sang-woo saw it, it was all the same. And it was all weird. In their spare time, they tried to guess the script. Jae-young listened carefully to Sang-woo's pronunciation, and if there was something he missed (almost all of it), he repeated practice. And the students came in. People I didn't know pointed at Sang-woo and Jae-young, and then they started talking. The Chinese professor, who arrived a little early, laughed out loud when he saw them. Even during class, his lips twitched when his gaze turned towards him. After the 40-minute class, the three teams took turns presenting a play for the last 10 minutes. The first team played a Chinese couple traveling to Paris. Conversations such as 'What is that?' and 'It's the Eiffel Tower' were the mainstream plays. The second team consisted of a Korean University student introducing the campus to a Chinese friend. (Probably overheard Sang-woo's idea.) And it was their turn. "next. Jae-Young Jang and Sang-Woo Cho to present students.” Jaeyoung got up, stretched, looked down at Sangwoo and smiled. The confident expression on his face looked like someone going on a picnic. Jae-young went out with

grapes, a phone, and a club from her bag, while Sang-woo followed him emptyhanded. The students clapped their hands as they stood in front of them. There were also children taking pictures with cameras. The problem wasn't the kids, the professor was holding the camcorder. After everything was ready, Sang-woo uttered the first line. It was a promotional ambassador that the fruit was cheap. Then Jae-young, who was hiding behind the pillar, arrogantly walked over with a fan, fiddling with the grapes on the desk and asking for the price. Sang-woo made eye contact with him. It's going to be all right, his eyes said they're doing a really fun job. It was just an unfamiliar feeling of excitement as if everything was going to work out very well.

Jae-young has been preparing much harder than Sang-woo thought. The props are also props, but in the scene of making a phone call, I prepared a ringing sound and an end sound and played it on my cell phone. When the roles were changed, Sang-woo changed clothes and came out from behind the church for a brief monologue. He showed acting skills like a theater club member, and although the lines were slightly different from the script, the meaning did not change much. Even though the ad-lib asking Sang-woo if he was a robot in the middle was inappropriate, he did so well that people looked different except for that. The reaction was explosive. A camcorder and five phone cameras recorded the play and a memorable click went off. The professor laughed and dropped the grading pen. Sang-woo received applause and cheers even though he only recounted the lines he had memorized. I had no choice but to admit. This ski was 'carried' as Jang Jaeyoung once promised. After the play, Sang-woo gave a high-five to Jae-young's outstretched hand. For that moment alone, I completely forgot the negative feelings I had for him before and felt a sense of friendship. “It was fun, you two. Best skit I've seen in 10 years.” The professor, who had finished class early, approached them with two thumbs up. She said looking at Sangwoo.

“Sangwoo student… . It takes a lot of practice for pronunciation, but it's amazing to memorize so many lines accurately.” "thank you." “Are you planning on teaching this class?” "Yes?" “I don’t usually do anything, but only on the days I ask you to come early before class and make a copy of the handout. It's about managing the test papers during the midterm and final exams, and collecting homework later. At the end of the semester, I will go to the Gasan branch and buy you a meal.” Only then did Sang-woo understand what she was talking about. His gaze turned to Jaeyoung. Jae-young looked at the professor with a blank expression on his face. “Jaeyoung recommended me as a successor.” You can withdraw from the course without any damage for only 2 weeks. Sang-woo knew that Jae-young would withdraw all subjects before the third week, and he waited for that day. Week 2 is now only two days away. “… Yes. I will.” When Sang-woo nodded, the professor said hello to him and turned to Jae-young. “You worked hard, Jaeyoung. Thank you for taking responsibility for helping my juniors.” “No, Professor. It’s so embarrassing that I even said I’d become a teaching assistant and then dropped it halfway through.” "What do you mean. Having a good opportunity is something to celebrate. Can I congratulate you on passing?” “I put in the application again, but there is no guarantee that it will happen again.” “Can’t it be? Of course it will.” Sang-woo did not go out even after packing all of his bags, and was silently listening to their conversation. When the professor asked what he was going to do next,

Jaeyoung replied that he was planning to take a break while preparing to study abroad. And they talked for a while about the location of the graduate school where Jae-young will go to. “I remember when I was studying abroad and I’m envious.” “Come play.” “He’s good at joking, even though he hasn’t gotten attached yet.” “The professor said it would stick, so it should be.” The atmosphere was very good, but Sang-woo did not smile. An unexplained resentment bloomed in my heart. “Shall we go?” Only when Jae-young, who was talking with the professor, suddenly asked, did Sangwoo come to his senses. They greeted the professor and left the classroom. Sang-woo quickly changed clothes in the bathroom and handed the clothes and wig to Jaeyoung. In the next classroom, something unexpected happened. There was no indigo backpack where he was always. Sang-woo looked at Jae-young with surprised eyes, and he frowned and took out his phone. Jae-young looked down at Sang-woo, who was sitting in his seat, and called someone. The call volume was set to loud, so what the other party was saying rang through the electronic device. - Yes, sir! “Hey bastard, are you kidding me? You only ask me to do it for two weeks, so why not do it?” - Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't give me your bag yesterday. “Did I not give it to you?” - It wasn't in the locker or in the practical room, so I thought I could stop again. Jaeyoung remained silent for a while and then covered his eyes with his palm as if he remembered something.

"right… . I couldn't get it because I was drunk the day before yesterday. Ai, I think someone took it.” - Can't we just stop? This may seem like a no-brainer to you, but it's really annoying. What kind of position does Gulgo hyung take, while not attending class. “It’s noisy, ma’am. Stop!” - Whoa, whoa, are you mad? Oh, come back later for lunch. Choi Ji wants to see hyung. Let's eat together... . The sound of laughter mixed with words continued until Jaeyoung hung up the phone. He was referred to as the older brother wherever he went. So, at the end of every word, Sang-woo thought, ‘Hyung, hyung’. A smirk hung around Jaeyoung's lips as he puts the phone back into his pocket. “Today, I’m too lazy to bother you.” It was then that Sang-woo remembered that he was being bullied. “Sangwoo.” Sang-woo sat down and looked up at Jae-young. Jaeyoung smiled and said. “I couldn’t even hear this because it seemed like a real alien language. And it's not the first time the professor almost laughed because he looked like Pororo. Now you can go to class comfortably on your own.” He quietly backed away and explained the reason in detail. Sangwoo nodded his head without saying a word. “Are you studying for lunch today?” He nodded again. “If I told you to buy me something else, I would say no.” nodded again. "Yes. Bon Appetit."

Jaeyoung said so and put the can of coffee on Sangwoo's desk. While Sang-woo was vigilant, he touched the back of his head. The light touch faded away quickly, so it took me a while to realize. When he opened his mouth to get angry, Jaeyoung had walked to the back door. Sang-woo always got a little angry at me when I only hit the back drum. Next time I will tell you for sure. Please don't touch it because it's very unpleasant. The class started as I was grunting with no one to be angry with. That day, the professor looked like a penguin. I thought I would be able to concentrate better by regaining my seat, but the same symptoms occurred during the last 'algorithm' time. 'Engineering Mathematics 2' was a subject that Sang-woo studied separately and followed well, but his head was empty and nothing was entered. When I woke up, class was over. Sang-woo ate alone with a feeling of stuffiness. what's the problem what's the problem What's the problem? The beginning was Jaeyoung's bullying. The problem was that he sat next to him and interrupted the class in every way. But now he doesn't bother Sang-woo. The cause of the problem has disappeared, but why is my daily life not running smoothly? When I checked my phone at lunchtime, I saw a message.

Free Ride 3: (Picture) I had a hard time   11:03

A thumb hesitated above the reply box. Sang-woo had nothing to write, so he put the device in his bag. I went around the campus twice because of my distractions. When I got to the library, nothing changed. The roaring and stuffy feeling gradually piled up and turned into anger, but there was nothing that could be done. There seemed to be a fire inside. However, since I had never done anything like this, I did not know who the target was, why, and how to solve it. “Aren’t you going home?”

Originally, Sang-woo was thinking about packing his bags and going home. But the moment I heard Jae-young's voice, those thoughts disappeared. Jae-young took out a notebook that was forcibly purchased from Sang-woo and casually opened Sang-woo's pencil case and took a ballpoint pen. Then he leaned back on a chair, crossed his legs, opened a notebook on one knee, and began to scribble. Meanwhile, a strange change happened to Sang-woo. My heart that was not sure what to do with the heat disappeared, and my emotions became stable. On the page where nothing could be read, the letters began to appear again. Sang-woo started studying again and felt embarrassed. 'It's a big deal.' It seems that Jae-young Jang is now the default. It was evident that the mind had been so deeply engrossed in error that it confuses the normal state. People assume that the area around Chernobyl, where the nuclear accident occurred in 1986, is the land of death, but in fact, bean sprouts with abnormally high antioxidant levels are growing wild. Just as animals have adapted to radiation, Sang-woo has adapted to the disaster of Jang Jae-young. Jaehyung was quiet. There was an occasional scraping noise between the paper and the pen, but it wasn't as annoying as it used to be. Sang-woo felt pleasure after a long time by self-studying the parts he missed in class. It was the first time since Jang Jaeyoung intervened in Sang-woo's daily life that he concentrated on his studies. how much time has passed Sang-woo felt proud and released the sharpener for a while. It was then that I felt a gaze on the face next to me. Jae-young was also drawing with Sang-woo as a model. When their eyes met, Jaeyoung smiled and whispered. “The hat is crooked.” He fixed the hat by pressing on Sang-woo's crown. This time, there was no reason to be angry because it was an act that was foretold. Sang-woo sat quietly, pretending nothing happened. The problem was that his palms didn't leave the crown. Instead of leaving, he was pressing his head with an ever-increasing weight. “Sangwoo, I have something to tell you… .” The library was so quiet that the voices were particularly loud. The weight pressing on his head felt much heavier than the real thing. I had to tell him to let go, but my mouth

didn't come off. Time seemed to have stopped. The air is heavy and the senses are sharp. Sang-woo's gaze scanned Jae-young's face in every corner. I thought I could see even the pores if I set my mind. Artificial light was scattered on the surface of the pupil, which was close to brown. If there was depth in his eyes, how far would it go? Although Sang-woo knew exactly the structure of the eyeball, he thought of a foolish question. As Jaeyoung's eyes blinked slowly, the shadow cast by his eyelashes shortened and then lengthened again. The bangs had leaves of grass that had been buried in the lawn. 'Did you lie down in the same position today?' Sang-woo reached out and removed the blade of grass without ever having the thought of doing that. Then Jaejoong flinched. His mouth opened slightly, and a bright red tongue came out and took his gaze. His tongue licked his upper lip slowly, starting at the corner of his right mouth and moving to the left. That strangely sensual moment felt so long. Sang-woo was experiencing the special theory of relativity first-hand.

error, error, error. Adverse reaction, adverse reaction, adverse reaction.

Blood circulated rapidly. Passionately appealed that the heart was there. thump thump thump. It felt like I was sick in my stomach, and goosebumps swelled up on my skin. Your body has signaled an emergency. Sang-woo felt both embarrassment and despair at the same time as a sensation that did not suit this situation. 'Do, East Seafood and... hundred… Doosan... Dry, dry, dry... shriveled up... .' Jae-young approached Sang-woo, pressing his head tightly. The lips that Sang-woo had been staring at tenaciously expanded rapidly. Jaeyoung's lips got closer and closer and disappeared from view. And his pierced ears and his slightly splayed back hair brushed past. The smell of cigarettes stimulated the sense of smell. “Let’s go see a movie with me.”

Hot breaths hit my ears and whispers were sent to my brain. The wave that correctly decoded the symbols exchanged between humans returned to the body as a stimulus. Heat rushed up through his neck and into his face. Without even trying to put it to sleep, the unfree regions governed by the autonomic nervous system acted out of the control of reason. Sang-woo got up from his seat and ran towards the door. The chair seemed to have fallen, but I wasn't sure. I sprinted through the men's bathroom door and took a deep breath in front of the mirror. His face would be as red as a marathon man. He bent over and poured cold water on his cheek. I washed my face several times to get rid of the heat. 'You're crazy.' Sang-woo was well aware of when and for what purpose a man's penis stiffens. I don't remember being sexually stimulated, but my lower abdomen became stiff and the genitals became heavy. It was a disgraceful malfunction. When Sang-woo washed his face and raised his head, the bathroom door opened. He made eye contact with Jae-young through the mirror, dripping water from his chin. "What are you?" Sang-woo shook his body a little. Jaeyoung, who looked at him with a little frown on his face, felt more menacing than ever. He came one step closer. Sang-woo stretched out his palm to cut off his contact and opened his mouth. "I do not like it." "what?" “I hate watching movies.” The words came in the most straightforward way. You're not of the opposite sex, so why did you ask me to go see a movie together? Jae-young's suggestion knocked down a subtle domino that had been recently built up in one shot. Because of that, the camp of the heart that Sang-woo had built up inside was devastated. Jae-young narrowed her eyes and looked at Sang-woo.

“Is it from my country? Or is it okay with men?” “Both.” “It’s a reward for fixing the computer. Are you going to run away by knocking down a chair?” It was a sharp tone I had never heard of recently. Sang-woo's mouth opened on its own, letting out a rebuttal. “You don’t have anything in your head? How hard it is to be together, how is that a case?” “The words get worse. Do it in moderation.” Jaehyung's posture became more and more twisted. The tension of the day I first met him floated in the air. At that time, Sang-woo was not afraid even if Jae-young cursed and acted like a bastard. But now, Sang-woo felt terrified of him talking in a tangled manner. But it wasn't a common fear. 'Don't come near me. don't even touch it Stop destroying my daily life.' Jae-young stared at Sang-woo's face for a while, then sarcastically sarcastically. “Then I’ll pay you for the repair cost. How much can I give you?” “Ten thousand won.” “This kid is here again. You have a habit of coming out of your mouth even when you say nice things.” Jaeyoung shed a smile that was much closer to hostility than favor. It was the moment when Sang-woo's fears turned into repulsion. “You said you don’t need a case. I'd rather bully you like the first day, don't do weird tricks." “What did I do?” “Why are you whispering!” “Then will you scream in the library?”

Sang-woo pushed Jae-young with his shoulder and ran into the reading room again. The librarian, with his eyes wide open, seemed to be contemplating whether to stop him. Sang-woo shoved things into the bag and left the door with his hand unzipped. I ran in fear that someone would follow me, but there was no sign from behind.

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A red beep sounded in my head. A sign that something is seriously wrong with your body. The symptoms were so severe that I had to rush to the hospital.

Heart - Abnormally high heart rate for exercise skin - high heat release hand - tremor mouth - dry mouth Penis - …  fuck

Sang-woo felt dizzy as he entered the house. Without doing anything, he immediately fell on the bed and covered his head with the duvet. What happened 20 minutes ago was arguably the most shocking event of his life. Something similar to this happened only once more when I was in middle school.

At that time, Sang-woo smelled a good smell on the way to school and started to imagine what was inside the white short-sleeved blouse of a passing woman. Then, as I remembered a picture of a female model's swimsuit at the bus stop, my heart fluttered and my bottom became hard. Sang-woo knew exactly what had happened scientifically in his body, but he didn't know that it would happen to him as well. With a sense of humiliation as if he had become an animal, he turned his feet and returned home. I told my mother after work in the evening, and fortunately, it was natural. 'Do you know what's in your testicles?' 'There are 200 to 500 million sperm ready for reproduction.' 'Yes. It is a structure that normally stores only stock and releases it through the penis when sexually stimulated. Since you are still a young student, you are not in a position to have sexual intercourse, so until you have a legal partner who mutually agrees with you, you can induce ejaculation through similar intercourse by pressing your penis with your hands. There is a perception that it is unclean in society, so don't do it in public and only do it when you're alone. Be careful not to splash anything on the floor and wash your hands before you start and after you finish.' 'all right. Doesn't that make you sick?' '… What unscientific talk is that? Don't worry, it's a lifelong phenomenon that appears at the age of 11 in healthy men.' After that, even if something similar happened, Sang-woo did not panic. Fortunately, his body is well under the control of reason, and in most cases it can be prevented, and sometimes it can be put to sleep when it is out of control. Never in my life have I been so inappropriate. Sang-woo understood that an erection aimed at a specific person reveals the male's desire to make the other two years old by impregnating it. To react to a man without a uterus was completely out of place for the purpose of the institution. The error that sparingly ruined Sang-woo's two weeks seemed to have penetrated into his body.

Abstract Woo - Breakdown.

Like the toilet in the second compartment of the toilet on the 4th floor of the College of Humanities, broken.

Sang-woo spent the day dazed in bed without eating or drinking. I was so shocked that I couldn't control my body and seriously considered taking a leave of absence. Studying is important, but if I let this happen again in the future, it would cause a much more serious problem than delaying my graduation by one semester. The next day, I couldn't afford to go to class. Jang Jae-young will also naturally rub his shoulders, pat his head, or whisper in his ear without hesitation, and Sang-woo's body, engulfed in error, may malfunction again like today. Sang-woo turned off the alarm and fell asleep very late that day.

return 0;

The next day, even if the alarm didn't go off, Sang-woo woke up at the same time. The fact that I couldn't attend was painful, but I made a decision to prevent further pain. He was still in bed when it was time to get up. It was class time while lying idly and playing phone games, but Sang-woo did not move even a single step from the bed.

10:00 What would the professor of 'Embedded Systems' think? You will remember him as a student who slept on his stomach from the first day and drew a beard under his nose, but if he is absent, he will think it is pathetic. 'I'm going to take a leave of absence anyway, what?'

10:10

I searched for a way to take a leave of absence. The procedure was simpler than I thought, so I decided to do it during the day. The explanation page did not show how the full scholarship will be handled in the case of a leave of absence, so I thought I would have to inquire at the school.

10:20 I picked out a plan to change due to the vacation. After graduating in the first half of his 26th year, he planned to work for a foreign game company in the second half of the year. Even if the leave of absence was delayed by half a year, the damage was not so great. The bigger problem is that I couldn't make games this semester. The game to be made and released this time was going to be a core portfolio for entering a game company. But it's not too late. As long as you find a designer, you can make games even after taking a leave of absence.

10:30 Sang-woo went to the school intranet and read the designer recruitment notice that he had put up again. There were several comments on posts that were now pushed back 30 pages and no one was reading.

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rless's comment: If you are a student who would like to apply for this project, please contact me first, not the stude └ Peking Duck's comment: Senior Jang Jae-young! I have contacted you ^^ └ Choi Sujin's comment: I've contacted you, senior^0^ └ mingee03's comment: Oh, it's too late.. I still texted you. └ Scap-jjangS's comment: Is it closed? └ Yoo Hyun-jung's comment: Is Jang Jae-young also participating??? I texted

Sang-woo did not receive a single message, but there were more than ten comments saying that he contacted him. Sang-woo suppressed his frustration and copied the post and uploaded it again. The previous post that Jaeyoung ruined was deleted. I was thinking of looking for a professional freelancer if he doesn't get saved because he's already had bad news with CDG.

10:36 thump thump. Someone knocked on the door. There is no place for the delivery to come, what's the matter? Sangwoo got out of bed. Kung Kung Kung Kung Kung! The robber punching the door grew stronger. I don't know who it was, but it was clear that he was a quick-tempered and rude person. As I approached the door to look outside through the round glass, I heard a loud shout. “Hey, Sang-woo!” Sang-woo stopped in a sullen posture with only one foot on the porch. “I know everything is there. Open the door.” “…….” “You don’t answer?” Sang-woo moved, but he opened his eyes wide in fear of making a small noise, and he remained frozen. “Aren’t you going to answer me, you bastard?” I heard outrageous swearing. Sang-woo understood the situation easily. He didn't go to class. Jang Jae-young has followed him all the way to the front of the house, so he knows the address. Since the bike is tied to the locker, it can be assumed that Sang-woo is at home. The bicycle owner's lake is marked on the storage rack.

Sang-woo shouted with his eyes wide open with hostility towards the opponent beyond the door. “Turn off before calling for a loud room.” bang! The sound was so loud that I was worried that the door might have been crushed. "open it." "I do not like it." "open it!" “You said you didn’t like it. Why don’t you open someone else’s door!” There was silence for a while. The opponent who had left the door was quiet for a moment. Sang-woo stared at the door. “Hey you bastard. Are you so terrified that I asked you to go see a movie and you took a class?” He heard the sound of his breathing. Sang-woo's heart went up and down at the same time. “Are you skipping class? Are you a fucking bastard trying to get a seat five minutes before the earth is destroyed?” “Think as you like.” thud. This time it was weak. Sang-woo could see that Jae-young was leaning on the door. “I told you to watch a movie, but it turns into nuclear waste. Then, are you going to take a leave of absence?” It sounded like he was talking to himself. “Where do you do it? How do you write the reason like this? Fuck it, a senior with a big cock asked me to watch a movie, so I took a leave of absence from school.”

“Shut up!” “Who kidnapped you, imprisoned you and tortured you? Are you taking medicine and taking out organs?” “It can't be good! It's disgusting with men... .” “What kind of ancient Joseon mentality is that? I only go to the movies with the boys. I saw you yesterday.” “I am not. I only look at people of the opposite sex with whom I want to date on the premise of marriage. So, don't shout in front of other people's houses and get out!" A swear medley was heard through the door. Then there was a sigh. "I have a time and effort on you, and I see what this chews see people." “What do you mean by harassing me first?” “Two days, two days. And you ranted for the rest of the week. Damn it, this is the first time I've been shoveling like this since I was discharged. Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to shovel.” “Are you a personality disorder? What the hell are you mad at me for?” “Let’s just not talk.” The poison was gone from his voice, perhaps because he was sassy enough. After a brief lull, a thin piece of paper slid into the gap between the door and the floor. It was an advance ticket for a movie with a film on it. “Eat this and leave. I will not lie down on your side.” “If you’re talking like that, get out of here right now.” “Go away, you bastard. And never see me again.” Where are you going to tell someone who is already at home? It was like a candle telling the wind to put it out. Soon there was the sound of footsteps like a storm. The rough and regular sound of footsteps was getting farther and farther away, but at some point I could not hear it.

'Good.' Sang-woo was so excited at that moment that the thought of taking a leave of absence disappeared. He didn't even wash his clothes so he wouldn't be late for the next class. Everything I had been thinking about before Jang Jae-young came to see me. Because he left the whole thing upside down, Sang-woo had a bad intention to finish this semester like a scoundrel. 'Don't catch my eye again.' It was the second time I heard it. At that time and now, I felt dirty and it was a welcome sound. Sang-woo got dressed and packed his backpack and left the house 7 minutes after hearing that. I pedaled to break my leg and headed to school. When we arrived, it was time for the first period to end. Sang-woo snorted and headed to the engineering college. Jang Jae-young declared that he was going to leave his life, so his worries were gone. Now the only thing left to do is to restore the place where the typhoon swept away. Sang-woo stood in front of lecture room 303, waited for someone to leave, and sat down in his clean seat. I opened my major book and read the letters with a fierce momentum than ever before. The sympathetic nervous system pumped out adrenaline. Anger towards Jang Jae-young became a good driving force. Sang-woo made eye contact with the professor with scorching eyes and took notes with pen pressure enough to tear the paper. I memorized everything I heard. If you just stare at the problem, the solution unfolds in your mind. In terms of games, it felt like receiving a fever buff. My heart was beating thumping. It was unbearable for someone like Jang Jae-young to ruin their daily life. Sang-woo lived a more violent life than usual on Fridays and weekends with the determination not to become a victim. I sat at my desk and studied for several hours without getting up, and in the spare time of my part-time job, I solved the problems that came up as homework. I opened my eyes, looked at the letters, and delved into even the smallest question without falling over. Returning home on Sunday night, he collapsed in bed. The fever buff that lasted for three days was the last. Sang-woo felt a little depressed and very tired. I tried not to think about anything, but as I lay down and stared at the ceiling, miscellaneous thoughts filled my head. A hand that appeared out of nowhere,

abusive language spewing out evil, a friendly name, a tongue licking your lips slowly, all had to do with one person. A virus called Jang Jae-young seemed to multiply exponentially in the brain. Even after the light was turned off, the phenomenon continued. It was a bad night.

return 0;

3 parking. The complete program ran with the error debugged.

8:30 Wake up, exercise, shower, breakfast 9:16 go to school 9:24 Arrive at school 9:30 Arrival at the classroom, preparation, review 10:00 First class starts 10:50 Move to the classroom 11:00 Second class starts 12:00 go to restaurant, eat 12:28 Go to the kiosk, buy coffee, go for a walk 12:45 Moving to the library, checking new books, borrowing books, solving assignments 6:00 Go to restaurant, eat 6:28 Homecoming, brushing teeth, changing clothes, resting 7:00 game

9:00 Study game trends, identify community trends 10:00 Study programming language 12:00 Reserve a seat in the library, take a break 12:30 go to bed

Sang-woo went to school at the same time, sat in the same seat, and took classes in the same posture. The 'Embedded System' class was as new as it was the first time I heard it. It was like Sang-woo's first class because he was not able to concentrate at all due to frequent interruptions during that time. After the hectic class to check the parts to study separately, the professor called Sang-woo. “Student, see me after I’m done.” "Yes." You will be disciplined separately by the professor. In the past, it would have felt like the sky was falling, but Sang-woo's expression as he puts the book in his backpack was dull. A lot of strange things happened, so this kind of stress felt like nothing. Sang-woo got up from his seat and headed to the church. The professor was clearing the microphone. “Did you call?” Sang-woo's voice saying that was gloomy. “I was absent last time. Why?” The professor turned the microphone around and said. 'My senior with chili pepper whispered to me to watch a movie, and I got an erection, so I didn't attend class with the intention of taking a leave of absence.' Sangwoo nodded his head. "sorry."

“Where is the student next to you who sleeps every day?” “Maybe he withdrew.” The professor arranged the microphone, handed it over to the assistant, and stared at Sang-woo. His eyes were fierce and sharp, but Sangwoo didn't feel anything. “I have high expectations, Sangwoo student.” “Did you know me?” “Where is the professor in our department that Sangwoo student does not know?” The professor laughed lightly. It was so faint that it didn't even look like a smile. “It was disappointing in the beginning, but it’s not too late. From now on, let’s make up our minds.” "Yes." Sang-woo nodded and headed to the restaurant. It has become a habit to eat with a squinting eye in case someone is sitting next to you. 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 same time as usual and went out to the exit. As soon as I entered the store, the store owner shouted. "student! Coffee is here!” "Oh… . Yes." “There are so many, so choose a lot.” Even without Sang-woo's control, his feet automatically moved towards the third refrigerator. His hand opened the door and pulled out a can of coffee from the fifth tier. 'I have seven in my house.' I left the canteen and grabbed a can of coffee. It was a ready-made product, so it was sure to taste the same as before. But strangely, as I felt that it was tasteless, Sang-woo realized it. Not everything returned to normal.

return 0;

The week went by as usual. Everything was in place and everything was fine. The only thing that changed was Sangwoo himself. Sang-woo was in the first depression he experienced, but he worked harder and studied harder. But life was creaking everywhere. My concentration was reduced and I had to think for a long time to figure out what it meant even if I listened to it. The game wasn't fun and everything became annoying. There were times when I was brushing my teeth, reading a book, or walking down the street and suddenly stopped as if I had a lag. At that time, I had to turn my attention back to what I was working on. It was very annoying. In front of the classroom, in front of the stairs of the College of Engineering and Humanities, in front of the restaurant, and in the library. At first, I thought it was because of my habit of avoiding him that my steps slowed down in the places where Jang Jae-young appeared. However, even knowing that he did not appear with a 100% chance, it was not fixed. And there was a minor problem. These were terrible symptoms such as bringing only three chopsticks while trying to eat at a restaurant, wearing clothes backwards, wearing pairs of socks, and sitting for 10 minutes without doing anything. It was until Tuesday. Until I saw Jae-young Jang in front of the front door. He was not wearing red padding or a green coat. With his glasses on again, Sangwoo was standing in a baseball jacket he had never seen before, smoking a cigarette. In front of Jaeyoung, two male students were playing happily on the skateboard. Sang-woo wondered how he had found Jae-yeong among the people at such a distance. Maybe it’s because of his unique, tangled posture, maybe it’s because he’s tall, maybe it’s because he has a slim body, or because he has a pretty smile. Sang-woo was unfamiliar with himself thinking like that. He passed Jaeyoung quickly, but just the fact that he saw him brought back a boring and slow day. A short fever mode with adrenaline rush has arrived. It didn't last long, but Sang-woo felt for a moment that he had returned to normal.

Abstract Woo - Breakdown.

Once again, that fact dug into Sang-woo's thought circuit. He walked in, crouching like a scumbag in the rain, washed his hands, and sat down at his desk. I looked at my phone and saw a message. Sang-woo felt his heart pounding, but when he opened it, it was not what he expected.

Unsaved: Hello~ I've contacted you after seeing the announcement ^^ I'm a 3rd year student with Dezan. How can I tell 16:52

I've been waiting for so long, so why isn't it motivated? Maybe it's because I found seven misspellings. Sang-woo wrote his e-mail address in the reply box and asked to send his portfolio. Then it was his turn to lock the screen, but his fingers were opening a message from someone else.

Free Ride 3: (Picture) I had a hard time   12 days ago

When I touched the thumbnail, the picture filled the screen. Next to Sang-woo, who was stiff, Jae-young was smiling and sticking out his tongue. The fluorescent light was reflected on the rubber wig they wore on their foreheads. Zoom in, zoom in, zoom in. Jaeyoung's face filled the phone screen. I didn't like it because the picture quality was so bad. 'Did you say SNS?'

Sang-woo left his cell phone behind and turned on the desktop. Even though I shortened the booting time by using various methods, it was difficult to wait. As soon as the desktop appeared, I opened an internet browser and logged in to the SNS where I had only created an account in the past. There were only two people who followed Sangwoo.

Lettuce You bastard, aren't you answering the phone?? Lettuce Lettuce Lettuce What month is it all over?

A few years ago, a few of my middle and high school friends wrote down a few personal messages. Sang-woo searched 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 because it had many followers.

Jaeyoung Jang (Jae. J) Graphic Designer / Graffiti Writer / Skate Boarder

The introductory text was short, and the portfolio page was linked below. 22 posts, not many. The most recent post was a picture of me and Sang-woo on Chinese Skit Day. 'With a cute junior' Looking at the upload time, it was before the relationship broke up at the library. The number of 'likes' that Sangwoo had never seen before exceeded hundreds. When he came to his senses, Sang-woo had already maximized the picture and captured and saved it so that Jae-young's comment was visible. He entered the world of Jang Jae-young in earnest. The first post was a selfie I posted early last year. Under the short post saying please take good care of me, there were a bunch of comments with hearts and teardrop icons. Pointed piercings appeared protruding. His bleached hair was brittle and pale orange. There was no expression on his face.

'It's really bad. It's like flying.' Sang-woo put his head down as if being sucked into the monitor and then saved the picture. The second was a post that tagged the store they worked for. Jae-young knew the president of 'Olive Tree' well, so he seemed to help with the job. There was a picture of him standing with the president in front of the cafe and the day and time of the week he worked part-time. 'That smile must be a fake.' Saved. The next post was also a promotional post, and then a personal photo came out again. This time, he was sitting in front of the computer wearing a black beanie hat and glasses. His hair was still bright. It looked like he was doing homework all night looking out the window. 'What's wrong with a person who stays up all night? Bonamana directing photos.' Saved. Next, next, next. The mouse moved frantically. In the photo wearing a suit, Jae-young is posing with her friends. 'I'm interested.' Saved. In a short video of him falling while practicing his skateboarding skills while wearing a helmet and protective gear, he was smiling while sitting on the floor. '… Silly.' Saved. In the next photo, Jaeyoung is holding a spray in front of a large wall with bizarre fluorescent letters and black tongues. 'I painted a monster that looks just like it.'

Saved. In another photo, she was wearing heavy theatrical make-up and her eyes closed in front of a black background. ‘…….’ Saved. A captivating smile, sparkling eyes that seem to be interesting, lips wriggling with playfulness, a sarcastic laugh, and a villainous laugh. It was unreasonable to try to define him in one word. Sang-woo suddenly remembered when he was six years old when he first saw a model of a fork crane. After asking every day to buy it for 15 days, my father secretly bought it for my mother. Even then, I felt this way. Even now, in his mid-twenties, Sang-woo's heart beats when he sees a fork crane. Sang-woo saw and saved all of the short play videos, play promotional materials, skateboard videos, and graffiti videos uploaded to YouTube, searched Jae-young's ID on Google to find his interests, and even found his YouTube playlist made up of electronic music.

Washiba Godgadnova seems to have spread wings this season. soon to ascend No, I can't even use the cap and it keeps spraying because I press the wrong button. Don't buy it. It's so pretty, but it's going to break soon?

Sang-woo found and read all of the few comments he left on the Internet community and even shopping mall product reviews. I went to the portfolio page to see all of his graduation works and contest winners, his outsourced website, indie singer concert posters and banners, magazine illustrations, and graffiti and illustration as a hobby. I searched the previous post on the school intranet and read all the articles about the drama club recruitment, the play promotion, and the exhibition promotion article.

(5 minutes away) Men's room, come alone

It was a dark morning, and Sang-woo came to his senses while reading a post from 6 years ago. 'What am I doing now?' In the 'Jang Jae-young' folder created on his desktop, thirty-six photos and nine videos were sorted by date. Sang-woo opened them one by one and found himself appreciating them in more detail. I had only memories of fighting or grunting with Jaeyoung, but as I was doing this, I got the illusion that I was getting closer to him. I want to call him differently. 'brother. What have you done to me?' When Jae-young, whom he first met by chance in a PC room, cursed in front of the ramen in front of him and asked not to see him again, it was just a small format error. However, even after catching the error, the program does not work normally. Like seven cans of coffee in the refrigerator, small flaws that slipped into Sang-woo's heart did not disappear. 'It seems that there was useful code in the deleted source.' It has been 12 days since I fought Jang Jae-young. The coffee has lost its flavor, the games have become uninteresting, and I have a feeling of depression. Sang-woo was far from the original image of a human being swayed by emotions. But how much emotion was consumed for more than three weeks.

i) Severe irritability, severe anxiety, resentment - 2 days ii) mild irritability, mild anxiety, doubt - 3 days iii) Confusion, anger, distraction - 6 days iv) depression, anger - 12 days

I), ii), and iii), which were caused by the existence of Jang Jae-young, were resolved with his disappearance. However, the cause of iv) was the absence of Jang Jaeyoung. Sang-woo, who had been ignoring the fact after a period of collapse for more than 10 days, concluded that it should not be like this. It wasn't a problem that would go away just by ignoring it. If so, I had to show my side as a problem solver. He examined the cause of the problem, the interest relationship between him and Jae-young, and the circumstances in detail. The more complex the problem, the simpler the solution. We removed the irrational elements (weird mood, the body not wanting to be controlled by the head, etc.) and only analyzed the situation. The reason Sangwoo is dissatisfied is that Jang Jae-young has disappeared from his daily life. Then you have to bring him back to life. Several options were combined to arrive at an optimal solution. There was only one conclusion, and there was no other way. Sang-woo always preferred the shortest distance. I had no intention of leaving the shortcut and going back.

return 0;

"there." While eating after the cultural theory class, Sang-woo called for wisdom. As she ate the soup, she raised her head. “I told you to buy me food.” "Yes Yes." “I want to buy it today.” A smile spread across the expressionless face. Sang-woo thought that she was in need these days. “Come to 'Olive Tree' by six o'clock if you accept.” "Oh! It's the first place we ate together, oppa. Remember? But it's very expensive... .” "Know. Will you accept or not?”

"good good." Ji-hye looked very happy to be able to eat expensive rice. Sang-woo asked for her cell phone number in front of the restaurant, as they might cross each other. Wisdom called the number and stuttered. “What was your last name?” “I’m Ryu.” I saved it as 'French and French Literature and Jihye Ryu,' and put my phone back in my bag. “Do you know my name?” “It’s wisdom.” "Five… . I thought you didn’t know.” Ji-hye tried to test Sang-woo's memory.

It was a little past six o'clock in the afternoon, and Sang-woo and Ji-hye were standing in line in front of the restaurant. Sang-woo had never in his life wasted time waiting for nothing to eat, but he thought he could bear it for this day. “Looks like you have a seat. Come in.” When the store clerk opened the large door on the second floor, a rattling bell sounded. As soon as I entered the spacious store, my eyes turned all over the place. Every table was filled with customers, and three staff members walked around wearing black aprons. Jang Jae-young was taking orders at a table far away from Sang-woo. The scribbled writing on the memo paper in his hand must be a mess to the point of being unrecognizable otherwise. After writing down all the letters, Jae-young put the note in the pocket of his apron. When he turned to Sang-woo, Sang-woo thought that their eyes met. But it seemed to be an illusion. Jaeyoung quickly walked into the kitchen. “…….”

He must have been too naive to think that he would come to take orders like last time. An unknown man came up to the table and asked what he was going to order. Jihye ordered vongole pasta, and Sang-woo ordered the top menu. “Oppa, you seem to like seafood. You ate lobster last time.” After the part-timer left, Ji-hye said with a smile. "what?" “Are you making me flirt… . Hey, isn't that something only people who know a little eat eat? I saw you again.” 'What do you mean?' Sang-woo was busy looking to see where Jae-young was. At the same time, it was impossible to answer every word of wisdom. Then I saw Jae-young getting out of the kitchen and heading for the exit. Going out with an apron on is a story about looking at work for a while. Do you have any urgent business? Have you ever seen yourself and avoided it? Food came out while wasting time with questions that could not be answered after thinking about it. The wisdom one was plain spaghetti, but the Sangwoo one was some red mussel soup. Sang-woo didn't have any food to cover, but he didn't like having to peel it because it was annoying. Reluctantly, he grabbed a spoon and fork, picked out the mussel flesh and began to eat it. "it's delicious?" "no." "I'm sorry." Even while he was eating, his eyes kept moving towards the door. Even when Sangwoo took half of the many mussels and put them in his mouth, Jae-young did not come back. Sang-woo was so nervous that he couldn't stand it. When he woke up, Jihyo gave a surprised expression. “Where are you going, brother?” “I’ll go out for a while.”

“You’re just going to leave me alone again!” “You can leave your wallet behind.” Wisdom was a good but suspicious child. Sang-woo gave his wallet as a hostage and stood up. As I walked out the door, my steps got faster and faster. He ran down the stairs like he was running. And as soon as I left the building, I stopped. It was a shady place, but it was recognizable at a glance. Jaeyoung was leaning on the side of the building, talking to someone on the phone and smoking. When Sangwoo looked at him, his heart raced. A villain who broke into our daily life became an error that took over our body. After staring at him for so long, the shadows fell and his dark eyes looked at Sangwoo. Jaeyoung frowned in a scene like a frame in a noir genre game. “I’m going to do it for a while. I'm taking a break now... .” For a moment, Sang-woo thought that he might hang up and talk to him. His eyes were like that. “No, I’m not busy, so let’s talk.” However, Jae-young took his eyes off Sang-woo and put the cigarette between his fingers in his mouth. He put the phone between his ear and shoulder and looked at his watch. “Senior Jae-young.” Sangwoo exhaled abruptly. Jaeyoung's gaze, who had been staring at the wall, slowly returned to him. Sang-woo met Jae-young's eyes and said. “Tell me you’re busy and hang up. I’m going to tell you something important.”

Blue As a matter of fact, Jae-young believed through several cases that he could earn loyalty if he treats his juniors moderately and buys him rice. There was only one junior

that didn't get it so far. As he ate with a look that made him doubt that the pizza was made of clay, he was like a machine responsible for destroying food and sending it down. The risotto didn't taste bad either, but it was a face that had not been seasoned. It's not like I'm a picky eater when I see them eating in the student cafeteria every day without complaint. Jaeyoung, who is in her fifth year of college, was very good at recruiting juniors. Boys and girls have different ways of winning likes. Boys usually become loyal dogs if they show them how to ride a skateboard after lining their stomachs with food delivered. The female students are equally bloated, but with more care. Talking often and smiling can give the impression of being friendly. In that sense, Choo Choo wanted to be a third adult. Jae-young did everything possible to attack Sang-woo. Using only soft language, he minimized his provocations (even though there were moments where Chi-mi couldn't contain his playfulness), he contributed greatly to the presentation of the Chinese skit, and offered coffee every day to match the character of his routine-focused opponent. Although it was counterproductive, he carefully drew caricatures and even showed off his secret weapon, a skateboard, to take him home. At this point, it was like taking everything out if you knew how to do it. 'Senior, have a nightmare.' It was surprising that none of them worked. Jaeyoung wanted to press the backspace because he thought it was someone else's, but because of his embrace, he got a sore throat and pushed harder. 'A machine man must have a way that suits him.' On Sunday, when he was more angry with the webtoon on his slow laptop, Jaeyoung had a good idea. His obsession with tearing down his laptop to get the attention of his juniors was also unusual. Jaeyoung was the type of person who was engrossed once he got into it. If you ask me to format it, I'm sure it will be cut off, so I decorated the bait and prepared all the necessary equipment and went to the PC room. Sang-woo acted without any error with Jae-young's expectations. He always had a sad expression on his face when dealing with people, but his black eyes twinkled when he touched the machine. 'Working men are sexy.'

Jae-young was interested and leaned on the counter to look at Sang-woo for a long time. Sang-woo, who even optimized the format after completing the format that was not even ordered, felt cute. It's difficult to explain why. Because he doesn't have a dog-like style, a cat-like style, or a rabbit-like style. To put it bluntly, although it is difficult to find a resemblance among common mammals, he certainly had a cute side. A cub waiting for the signal to change even in front of a pedestrian crossing in an empty city. A guy who never deviates even a single step from his plans. From one to ten, he was different from Jaeyoung, who is proud of his improvised and free-spirited personality. However, his qualities, which he would have ignored in the past, started to be regarded as a charm after a process that felt funny. It seemed more and more cute that he was blunt and always answered a question when asked, that he worked hard when he gave him a homework assignment, and that his pronunciation was messed up without making a small mistake in spelling or grammar in Chinese class. Besides, his appearance always stimulated Jae-young's curiosity. The white skin covered in the black clothes, and the rule-obsessive personality in it. If a Disney deer that evolved with the dark attribute was typing on a typewriter, would it feel like that? 'Cyberpunk background, it's like a dark herbivore that doesn't feel anything strange while surviving alone on a planet destroyed by nuclear war.' In a way, it was natural for Jae-young, who is sensitive to vision, to be drawn to things that were hidden, reversed, and different on the outside and inside. I wish I had been there. Jae-young began to feel a sense of crisis. It is desirable for seniors to love juniors, but to what extent is it acceptable? For example, there was no problem with the fact that Sang-woo scribbled on my nose was cute and made me laugh. But what if you feel the urge to bite Heo Yeon by the nape of the neck? I've been thinking for a long time that I want to take off a hat that looks like it's stuffed on the top of my head, but when I saw her bare face, I was more than satisfied with my curiosity. I wish I had taken that jacket off. I wish I had taken that t-shirt off. I wish I had taken those shoes and socks off. How dry are your shoulders, what shape your toes are, how much hair is there, and what color are your nipples? 'You were right, Sangwoo. I'm trash.'

Whenever I thought of something that I would not be able to say no matter where I went, I felt fortunate to know that Sang-woo was not a psychic. If he had been able to get a glimpse of Jaeyoung's consciousness, how many times would he have called his favorite 112? As the condition worsened, Jaeyoung worked harder to wrap the outside. Acting as a good senior was very easy because I did it often. 'Do you? Do you?' You just need to use a tone of voice, lower the tone of your voice, speak softly, and smile often. Then people thought Jaeyoung was friendly. Sang-woo was no exception, and seemed to be torn between the red padding and the green coat. In the meantime, the fact that he was mean to the girl he was attending with Sang-woo was childish even from his own eyes. 'Your makeup is thicker than the last time I saw you.' In the morning drama, my sister-in-law spit out lines that could have been written with a vicious expression, and I wanted to feel sorry for her. At the same time, I was thinking - so why are you pretending to be close to him, unlucky. It was a good thing for a six-year-old kid. Jaeyoung was a bearded high school student when Ryu Ji-hye was drooling her nose. What had been done on a light occasion was starting to go crazy. It was around that time that I thought maybe it was a romantic feeling. Cho Sangwoo was a really strange guy, but Jae-young had a habit of being attracted to things that stimulated curiosity. But the idea was too much of a problem. First of all, Jaeyoung didn't have much time left. I applied again to graduate school. It had already been applied once, and looking at the nuances of the email from the person in charge, I thought I would pass if nothing happened. A more serious problem was that Sang-woo was a male student. Jaeyoung had once been swept away by the atmosphere while traveling to Europe a few years ago and slept with a small and cute-looking gay man, but he never wanted to date or date a man. There's nothing I can't do, but I couldn't imagine at all that my opponent was abstract-woo. Isn't he the kind of guy who thinks that the world will perish when men watch movies together? Whether he thought this way or that way, the conclusion was that it was impossible with him. Jaeyoung was able to act more arbitrarily because of that. Using the confidence that I would never cross the 'line' as a shield, using the image of a good-

natured senior as a mask, even though it was obvious that Sang-woo hated me, he stabbed me and hit me. Time passed quickly. Contrary to what I thought after a few days, two weeks were filled with various joys. Although it wasn't as much as I wanted to, I got to know Sangwoo a lot. As the long-awaited course correction period ended, Jae-young became more and more frustrated. So, it seems that he prepared his Chinese skit very recklessly. I've never worked so hard on a liberal arts assignment before. He did everything from script, costume and prop preparation to translation, document work, and pronunciation advice. In case I couldn't wake up, I set ten alarms, packed a bunch of props, and headed to school. And the moment I saw the back of Sang-woo going to change clothes, I realized that I was ruined. Jae-young was thrilled to see him walking in an upright posture when no one was looking in the hallway. An old-fashioned navy blue shirt with a collar, black straight trousers with pleats at the ankles, and a black ballcap that deserves to be burned. There is nothing to be excited about just by looking at the description, but it really was. Jaeyoung was embarrassed by the feeling of being the protagonist of a romance movie about a pigtail wig or something. Things happened when I thought I had finished skiing successfully and thought Sang-woo had opened up a little bit. They insisted on going to see a movie, but they were bluntly rejected. As Sang-woo had guessed, Jae-young had no intention of tormenting or hurting him, just wanted to see the side face staring blankly at the screen in the dark. To be honest, I asked confidently knowing that I would allow that much. How much have you invested? Why do men watch movies together, being with you is hard work. It was a word that made sense. There were many times that Sang-woo wanted to beat him by saying something he didn't mean, but I've never seen him say anything wrong. Jaeyoung laughed at being rejected over and over, but it didn't work out that time. I tried so hard, but I thought the seeds didn't work, so the lid opened. Jaeyoung fought on the spot and destroyed the tower he had built so far. He possesses acting skills that can make you believe that the person you are accustomed to is an angel, but it was not easy to even tremble in front of Cho Sang-woo.

When I got home, I thought about it. The thought of 'Fuck, I hate it so much, I have to turn it off' and the greed of 'I still want to end the relationship in a moderately good way' clashed. After the battle between the angel and the devil, the devil won. 'Still, this is not the case.' A demon who hides his dark desire to see Cho Sang-woo's face one more time. The next day, before the 'Embedded System' lecture began, Jae-young called Sangwoo and gave him a movie ticket, pretending nothing was wrong, and imagined myself leaving the room coolly. Even if it was full of deceit and scratches, it seemed that a picture like that could build up self-esteem. However, no matter how much he waited, Sang-woo did not appear. Cho Sang-woo is probably the most obsessed with attendance checks at Hankuk University. The sense of betrayal I felt when he didn't show up after class started was beyond my imagination. Can you hate it that much? I didn't ask you to hold hands, I just asked you to see a movie? Jae-young, whose self-esteem was crushed as much as it was crushed, ran to Sang-woo's house and cursed, behaving badly. In the end, Jae-young could not be a good senior to Cho Sang-woo. It was the only way to hide the regret and messed up self-esteem by insisting that we never see each other again, like the day we first met. A good senior, Nabal, and giving up cleanly. After that, Jae-young didn't even go to school except on Wednesday, when there was a 'Korean University Character Education' class that he didn't want to talk about. Even on the days of class, I avoided the routes that Sang-woo went. Twice Wednesday passed between drinking nights and days, playing billiards, bowling, going to the club, playing games, and going to the movies with quirky girlfriends. I tried to open the selfies that the two took together 15 times, but it seemed that the uncomfortable feelings associated with him could be blown away like this. If it hadn't been for Sang-woo to appear again at the store where Jae-young works. 'That bastard!' He clearly warned me not to see him again, but it was clearly ignored. At first, Jaeyoung's anger and irritation caused him to go dizzy, but after standing with his back against the kitchen wall for about five minutes, he calmed down. When I thought about it soberly, there was a high possibility that Choo Choo had no thoughts at all. He's a

person who deletes unnecessary data, so he didn't seem to remember the fact that Jaeyoung worked in a store. Sang-woo and Ji-hye looked like fresh students who came on a date. Maybe next time you come, I'll hold your hand. The next time you come, you'll have to set the ship. After that, a wedding invitation must have come out, and then to the full term. Don't watch the video. Jaeyoung didn't do anything useless and left. I told the manager that I was going to take a break and smoked under the building. I just got a call from a friend, but I couldn't hear what he was saying, so I gave a rough answer. Cigarettes were consumed that day. It was then that I found Sang-woo who was following me. He had a wretched face, and overall he was like a general who was about to enter a duel. “Senior Jae-young.” Have you ever been called that by Cho Sang-woo? Jae-young's head turned slowly that day. “Tell me you’re busy and hang up. I’m going to tell you something important.” 'Yep! It was so powerful that I had to say, 'I understand!' Jae-young, who was overwhelmed by the momentum, said that he would call again later and ended the call. I couldn't even understand what Choo Sang-woo was trying to say. You're trying to rip off alimony for compensation for psychological damage. If so, it seemed like it might be. "why?" “I came down to talk to you.” “… what?" Jaeyoung thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong. 'I only have a sister.' 'There are no lambs in our family.' 'Do not increase other people's family members.'

The words Sang-woo had said before ran through his mind. “We make games together. We need talented designers.” he said quietly. When he said that, Jaeyoung rolled up his sleeves and said, 'Yeah, that's great! As if to answer, 'Let's run with great strength!' Looking into his eyes, he was even more amazed because he didn't seem to expect even an eyebrow that he would be rejected. Choo Choo doesn't seem to understand what happens when two people fight. He seemed to have no idea how difficult it was to fill the emotional gap once it was broken. “I will make it well and earn money to study abroad. It is also an opportunity to create a good portfolio. We will support all the concepts you want to try, the designs you want to try, so just leave it to us. I am sure I will do well.” What kind of electric blanket salesman is this again? The absurdity only grew. "wait for a sec." Jae-young raised his hand to stop Sang-woo from running away. There was something to point out. He didn't know why he was doing this, but he clenched his fists and looked at Sang-woo, who stood as resolutely as a boy cartoon character. "you… . What did you say earlier?” “I said I needed a talented designer.” “What did I call you?” "Elder?" “Didn’t you say brother? Did I hear it wrong?” Sangwoo shut his mouth. As he bowed his head, his face was covered with a black visor. “You can’t say it.” Silence passed. Jae-young couldn't understand the situation at all. At the end of every word, the guy you used to stick with your seniors is called hyung, and the guy who ran away with a disgusted expression persuades you to work together.

“But why not? That’s what everyone called.” Sang-woo raised his head again, and his eyes rose with rebellion. Jaeyoung pretended nothing was wrong and threw the cigarette on the ground and rubbed it off with his feet, but his palms were sweating and his heart was pounding. "no. You don’t.” 'It's bad for the heart, you bastard.' "I see." And there was an awkward silence between them. The corners of his lips twitched as he stared at the wall. Even in this situation, if he feels cute, it's not really normal. Jaeyoung fixed his gaze on the floor and looked again at why Sangwoo had come to him. 'I think I needed it.' If you are talking about Mr. Choo Sang-woo, who has an extremely efficient thought circuit, if you need to collaborate with someone, you can easily ignore the fact that he fought a big fight. In that sense, I would say there is no end. But Jae-young, who is too human, was not confident enough to make a game with Sang-woo. His self-esteem had plummeted and his sarcasm had been bruised, and he was infested with maggots. No matter how much Sang-woo washed his mouth and disregarded Jae-young for a while, pretending that it had nothing to do with him, Jaeyoung had already suffered a fatal blow. In addition, it was two weeks of suppressing the emotions that crossed the line and the dirty desires that Chimi occasionally had. Jae-young didn't want to prolong that. That's why I had to refuse... . “Are you confident that you will finish this semester?” It was the first time Cho Sang-woo asked for anything. Only for that reason, Jaeyoung could not refuse with a single blow. Have you forgotten the memories of being insulted every time? It's pathetic that I can't even write a page just because he approached me first. Jae-young didn't understand himself.

But on the other hand, it is very moving to see a robot that can only slap on the cheek one day and talk to him. Jaeyoung came to think that he deserved to be nominated for the next Nobel Peace Prize. “I know you are going to study abroad. Please give me 4 months until vacation. No matter what, I will finish it.” “The development period is too short. You have to study at the same time.” “I will reduce hard coding and actively use game engines. I don’t take a few classes anyway.” Where does the driving force for going straight like that, shamelessness, and will come from? Sangwoo didn't seem to have any problems at all. It was not easy even if I tried to criticize it because it looked like they were trying to do something unreasonable. It seemed that Jaeyoung had already fallen for that pointless proposal. A sense of duty as a senior, guilt, portfolio greed, and expectations of working with talented developers. I don't need it all, and I think it's an excuse to keep seeing Cho Sang-woo again. "that… they say. Okay." As soon as Jaeyoung uttered the words of permission, he regretted it. I have committed an irresponsible thing. Sang-woo nodded as if he had been waiting for that word. I couldn't see it properly, but it seemed like he was smiling a little. “I’ll call you, bro.” The confident expression and the tone of the dialogue made him look like the main character of the movie. Jae-young just stared at the back, as stiff as a frostbite. Goosebumps were sprouting from my arms. It was kind of hard to believe. It was dark, so I was just afraid of how Sang-woo would have reacted if it had been bright daylight. The black apron must have bulged out, so even the AI would know what that meant. 'Am I saying that I heard Choe Sang-woo from hyung?' The front of the eyes became blue.

'I'll be back. Seed… foot.' It felt like a blue screen popped up while I was designing on a sluggish computer.

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