10 Reading books gives you more experience! 10

In the room, Lee Jong-seok was looking at his experience book.

"Moon Il Il Il Il Il..."

Lee Jong-seok was thinking about his experience as a writer.

Although it is marked as experience, such as dry ball, absolute taste, and kitchen knife mastery, it was similar to passive skill when compared by game.

And the absolute palate and the kitchen knife mastery certainly paid off.

It's a perfect taste. You can tell the effect by just looking at the taste and using the knife.

However, Moon Il-il did not show any such effect.

'I'm sure there's some sort of effect......'

Lee Jong-seok, who had been reading the book for a while, took out a math book from his bag.

Lee Jong-seok, who was reading a math book, opened it.

"Moon Il Il Il Il... If you hear one, you know one.’

Lee Jong-seok, who unfolded the part of today's class, held a pencil and looked at the book.

"Moon Il Il Il Il..."

Lee Jong-seok, who was reflecting on the Moon Il-il again, looked at the math problem for a moment.

Then, the process of solving the problem came to mind in Lee Jong-seok.

Lee Jong-seok moved a pencil in the process of naturally rising solving problems.

Sweep! Sweep!

Lee Jong-seok, who was writing down the long solving process in the book, suddenly looked at the book.

"Huh? I solved this?”

It is a complicated matter to look at. English is more than number... But he solved the problem himself.

Lee Jong-seok, who had been looking at math problems for a while, found another problem and solved it.

That's been solved, too.

Lee Jong-seok seemed to know what Moon Il-il was.

"Moon Il Il Il Il... It's to understand what you've learned and not to forget."

It wasn't just that I didn't forget. It also increased the understanding of the problem.

Mathematics is a complicated problem. Just because I remembered the process the teacher had solved, I couldn't solve other problems without a hitch.

In other words, it was an experience that allowed me to understand and remember what I had learned.

With a smile, Lee Jong-seok turned the pages and solved the math problem. Lee Jong-seok's pencil stopped after solving the problem several times.

'I don't know.'

The problems that I had known so far were suddenly blocked. Then Lee Jong-seok nodded as if he knew why.

"You don't learn."

It's no use not learning because it's a literary experience that helps you remember and understand what you've learned.

Lee Jong-seok thought for a while and opened the math book to the front. Progress doesn't mean you know everything.

So I was going to read and learn math from the beginning. Everything you say and the process of solving it comes from books anyway. There was no reason why I couldn't learn without a teacher.

What if I get first place in the whole school?’

It was Lee Jong-seok who laughed when he thought about how his parents would react if he won the first place in the school.

Lee Jong-seok, who read the math book with a smile, looked at his watch for a while and took out his experience book.

'Let's keep a diary.’

Even if it is not a great experience, it gives a small amount of experience. So Lee Jong-seok was going to use his experience book as his father said, like a diary.

You won't be able to ignore a little bit of experience a day.

'So today's going to be....'

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking with a pencil for a while, wrote down the writing.

What happened at lunchtime, what the girls asked to taste, and what happened at judo time...

'But it comes to mind very vividly.'

While writing about what happened today in his experience book, Lee Jong-seok felt as if he were going through it again.

When you write a diary that much, you feel as if you are back there.

'Is this how the diary feels?'

Thinking that way, Lee Jong-seok put down his pencil.

Swoosh!

Then the diary disappeared and a new article came to mind.

Argh!

Lee Jong-seok's face turned red when he saw an article from his experience book.

What kind of relationship did you have? You'd be crazy if you held my hand.’

Mumbling inside, Lee Jong-seok climbed onto the bed.

***

"Then I'll be back from the bookstore."

"Don't be too late!"

Lee Jong-seok, who answered lightly while listening to his mother's loud voice, left the house.

Since elementary school is closed because it is weekend, there is no need to help others with their work.

The main customers of snack bars are elementary school students.

After leaving the house, Lee Jong-seok took the subway and walked to the place where the Goseong-bang was located.

Dangling!

When Lee Jong-seok came in with the sound of a bell, the owner welcomed him.

"Have you come?"

"Do you have a new book?”

"There'll be some bags. Don't forget to sort it out."

"Yes."

At the owner's words, Lee Jong-seok passed between the bookshelves and arrived at the gunpoint.

In fact, most of the books worn in the old West Room were organized by Lee Jong-seok.

When Lee Jong-seok comes and organizes the books, even the owner does not organize them when the book bag comes in.

Lee Jong-seok always comes on weekends and sometimes on weekdays, so you can ask Lee Jong-seok every time.

Without having to ask him to do anything, he arranged it on his own, and for the owner, he was like he had an employee.

Anyway, Lee Jong-seok, who entered the bookstore, took out the contents of each bag.

But old books came out among the books. Literally, a book made of Korean paper used only in the Joseon Dynasty.

Besides, books that smell so savory that I don't know how old they are...

"I'm getting these books. "Wang Ga-hoon, the new monk of China..."

Reading the writings in the book, Lee Jong-seok's face was filled with curiosity.

Lee Jong-seok, who had never seen a book like this on TV before, looked back and forth in a strange way.

'Because I have a lot of time today. Let's get these things organized first.'

Lee Jong-seok quickly began to organize the bags, thinking about doing what he had to do first.

Lee Jong-seok, who divided the reference books into reference books, novels into novels, and books, brought them to the bookshelves.

Now these books will remain there until they are chosen by the people who need them.

Lee Jong-seok, who arranged the books, approached the counter where the owner was.

"I'm done organizing.”

"Any good books?”

"There are some reference books and these books."

When Lee Jong-seok put his books on the counter, the uncle nodded while looking at them.

"That'll be some money."

"Does this make money?”

In these days, we wonder who saves such books.

"Sometimes some people buy these books for interior decorating.”

"Interior?"

"One or two books at a herbal medicine shop or a teahouse make the atmosphere look good.”

Lee Jong-seok nodded while reading a book at his uncle's words.

"That's true, too.”

"Then shall we leave it aside?”

When the uncle tried to pick up the book, Lee Jong-seok said.

"You can't look at me."

"That's a novelty. You've never seen a book like this before, have you?”

"I saw it on TV."

The uncle, who pushed the book to Lee Jong-seok as a sign of permission, turned his head back to TV.

Looking at it, Lee Jong-seok gathered books tied to the bottom of the counter and sat on them.

Lee Jong-seok, who carried out a book written as Wang Ga-hoon, slowly read it down.

It must have been a good house.’

The book, Wang Ga Hungi, was written with the family motto of Wang Yi.

Lee Jong-seok, who kept nodding his head while reading the contents of the book, smiled.

"Do you know what it's about?"

"What?"

"The black one is Chinese and the white one is paper."

Lee Jong-seok nodded at the uncle's joke.

"That's it..."

Lee Jong-seok, who was talking, stared at the book.

'I was reading Chinese characters.’

It was also being read away.

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at Chinese characters with surprised eyes, exclaimed.

"Experience book."

"Experience book? What are you talking about?"

"Oh... no."

Then, Lee Jong-seok quickly read the Royal family motto. He was convinced of the Chinese characters and contents that were easily read.

'It's academic experience.'

He is a cursive writer who was a bachelor's degree in Ming Dynasty. So it wouldn't be a job to read Chinese characters to the scholar....

The scholar's experience made Chinese characters read naturally.

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching Wang Ga-hoon, picked up the paper and pen at the counter to see what he thought.

"I'll use this."

"Ser."

In his words, Lee Jong-seok thought for a while and wrote a book next to him.

Lee Jong-seok's face was filled with laughter as he wrote down what he saw in the royal medal on paper.

I only saw it once, but even if I didn't, the contents were written smoothly.

Besides... ...the Chinese characters are written really well so that they don't seem to have written themselves. something that would befitting one's reputation

"큭!"

He smiled smallly at the Chinese characters written in his hand.

I got a perfect score on the Chinese language test.