41 Reading books gives you more experience! 41

Jong-seok, who was in front of the third-grade class door for a while, opened the door with a throbbing heart and went inside.

The new kids in the new semester were also nervous.

In addition, Youngwoo and Youngwoo split in half.

'I wish I had Youngwoo...'

muttered inwardly, Jong-seok opened the door and went inside. Inside, some children were sitting in their seats and reading reference books earlier than Jong-seok.

The new semester is different for high school seniors.’

Seeing that everyone was studying hard, Jong-seok, who quietly sat in one of the back seats, took out a book himself.

***

The teacher came in and called attendance, and then explained the weight of the senior in high school.

In short...

In other words, your lives can change depending on how you spend your senior year in high school.

Anyway, Jong-seok, who was distributed books with a one-step speech, began to take classes.

The good thing about becoming a third grader was that lunch time was after the third period.

While the first and second graders ate after social studies, the third period was over, so they could eat without being so crowded.

Jong-seok, who sat with Kim Young-woo, seasoned the side dishes and offered him a plate.

Familiarly received Jong-seok's plate and pushed his own, said Kim Young-woo.

"Life seems to make no sense."

"What?"

"The split between you and half. The worst thing in my life has happened."

Kim Young-woo's words touched Jong-seok's face a little.

"I didn't know you thought of me that way."

"Of course. You're my best friend and first in the whole school."

"First in the whole school? Why does the story come out here?"

When he saw Jong-seok with curious eyes, Kim Young-woo took an eraser out of his pocket and pushed it away.

"What... eh?"

There were small holes on the surface of the eraser that seemed to have been poked with a pencil.

"Do you know Braille?"

"Doesn't it have letters written by blind people?"

"Isn't that because I learned braille during this vacation?"

"Breaders? Why?"

"Young-ji has braille classes once a week for people with poor eyesight. I learned a little because I was wondering what you were doing."

Then Kim Young-woo picked up the eraser and pointed to the holes.

"This is Il, Yi, Sam, Sa and Oya."

"By the way?"

"When I was in class with you, I tried to share your answers with you in this groundbreaking cheating method."

Kim Young-woo, who was smiling and talking, sighed.

"But... my historic plan went wrong. Not in the same class as you. This is a conspiracy."

Jong-seok sighed at Kim Young-woo's murmur and looked at him.

"I can't believe you're thinking about cheating with braille. You're great, too."

"You don't know. When I thought of this, I screamed Eureka! It was a great opportunity to get multiple choice questions from the top student in the school."

"Just eat."

When Jong-seok started eating, Kim Young-woo sighed and lifted his spoon to start eating.

"Oh! Delicious! Jong-seok's side dish is the best."

Jong-seok started eating while watching Kim Young-woo, who started eating deliciously as if he was depressed.

After eating, Jong-seok and Kim Young-woo sat on a chair in the playground.

It was still cold, but the sun was warm, so I deserved to sit down.

said Kim Young-woo, who had been enjoying the sunshine for a while.

"I'm going to college."

"University?"

"Yes. I'm going to major in social welfare."

"Why all of a sudden?"

"I go on volunteer work with Young-ji. There are a lot of people who need the touch of society."

"Hmm...."

Jong-seok said while looking at Kim Young-woo.

"After serving your love, you found your way through the service."

"Well then."

"Then what about your grades?"

"You've done it, and I can't do it."

'You don't have an experience book.’

Jong-seok, muttered to himself, said while watching Kim Young-woo.

"Well thoughted. Study. I'll help you, so study with me after school."

"It's done."

"Then how are you going to study? If you do it alone, your grades will never go up."

"Who said you'd do it alone?"

said Kim Young-woo, who grumbled small.

"There is a place where Young-ji and her junior college students study for underprivileged students after school. I'll do it there."

At Kim Young-woo's words, Jong-seok's face was filled with admiration.

"When on earth does Young-ji's sister rest? I work in the same office in the morning and do that kind of service in the evening."

"He even does free lunch volunteer work on weekends."

"Young-ji, you're amazing."

"I'll study there anyway and prepare for college. I can't go to In Seoul from now on, but is there still no school in the province that can accommodate me?”

Jong-seok said while looking at Kim Young-woo.

"Yes, do your best. Let me know if you need help."

Kim Young-woo nodded at Jong-seok's words and raised his body.

"Let's go up."

***

After school class, Jong-seok entered the house. The shop was closed even though it was not yet five o'clock.

People coming and going glanced inside the snack bar, but began to grumble as if they were sad because the lights were off.

"The tteokbokki here is delicious."

"It's delicious with tteokbokki and fish cake.”

"But is it becoming a good restaurant now? You close your business early."

"You know what? We've run out of ingredients."

Jong-seok smiled at what the passers-by said.

Are we in the line of good restaurants?’

That's true, but it's a good condition to join the ranks of good restaurants. Tteokbokki place is delicious.

Fortunately, the material was exhausted before five o'clock, even though the amount of material was increased enough.

"I guess there must have been a lot of customers even though I started elementary school today and increased the number of materials."

Jong-seok, who was looking at the store, nodded and came home.

"I'm home."

"Is Jong-seok here?"

Mom and Dad were watching TV leisurely.

"Is business going well today?"

"The elementary school kids sold it in the morning, the painting customers sold it during the day, and the kids came and sold it again after school, so I went crazy."

"Good for you."

Jong-seok's cell phone rang as he entered the room smiling at his mother.

Woooong! Woooong!

I checked Jongseok's number when the phone vibrated.

"Oh? It's the principal?"

Jong-seok answered the phone when he saw the phone number of the principal.

"Your principal."

Have you adjusted well for the new semester?

"It's still my first day, not yet."

The reason I called was because I got a call from the principal of Taejin Elementary School.

"Principal of Taejin Elementary School?"

He said he'd let me draw.

"Now?"

There was little wonder in Jong-seok's voice. How long has it been since you said that, and then you turned me down, and you're going to give me permission now that the new semester has begun?

I know what you mean. I said no then, but now I'm going to let you paint as if you're showing off.

The principal grumbled as if he didn't like it.

That's why I told him that Jong-seok is a senior in high school, so I don't have time to draw. But I'm saying this on the phone just in case I need to know what you think.

He said as if he needed to know Jong-seok's thoughts, but the principal's voice clearly showed that he wanted to refuse.

For the principal, he does not want the top student in his school to spend time painting on other people's school walls.

And so was Jong-seok. If I paint on the wall of elementary school, the people who came to see me can come again...

In fact, there are more people who have not come than those who have come here, and the vacation is over, and elementary school guests are starting to come again.

Since then, I didn't have to draw more pictures to get more new customers.

The painting problem was something to think about when the number of customers became few.

"Thank you. I'm going to focus on my studies for the time being."

Yeah, well thought about it. Then study hard.

"Okay."

Jong-seok, who made the phone call with it, thought for a while, took a shower and started beating his parents.

***

A week after the start of the new semester, spring vacation started.

And Jong-seok was having an event with his parents.

"Wow! I can't believe I can see a Korean's morning shoot for myself... I love it."

Mom's voice was jittery and excited. That's why you can go see your favorite program in person.

Jong-seok and his parents were riding a van with Kim Sook-soo.

I got a call from Mr. Kim on Saturday after the spring break. I was going to film a Korean breakfast next Tuesday, and I wanted to go with him.

It's also with my parents.

"It will be a good vacation for your parents as you go to a good mountain and water place to eat delicious food."

I didn't turn down the last straw. Even if you don't do business for a day, you won't be able to go to college if you don't study for a day.

Moreover, I wanted to give my parents a good rest because they are having a hard time working.

When I told my parents, they agreed that it was good, so I was on my way to the set in Kim's car.

"Thank you for liking it."

"No."

While looking at the car with a smile, my mother suddenly looked at Kim.

"But in the morning of Koreans, you get off your car, and this is a van?"

"Do you remember that, too?"

"Yes, it's impressive how you smile as you get out of the car."

"Hahahaha! Is that so?"

"Yes."

Kim Sook-soo, who smiled lightly at his mother, opened his mouth.

"I take a van to the set."

"A van?"

"Yes, it's convenient, and it's also convenient to buy local specialties and ingredients."

"Then what about the car?"

"It's a secret... It's sponsored."

"Collaboration?"

"It's a sponsorship to get off the set in that car."

"Not a big deal?"

"That's the condition that they get ads on the program and the filming fee is supported."

"Ah..."

Meanwhile, vans began to enter the countryside. At the entrance to the countryside there was a line of cars that appeared to be broadcasting station vehicles.

As the car stood in front of it, people who looked like staff approached.

"I'm afraid I've made you wait too long."

When Kim Sook-soo got off with a smile, the staff laughed and said,

"No, and these are the foods that will come out today."

"Squid and mugwort. It's a good herb for spring."

At Kim's words, Step smiled and said.

"I think I made you eat too much meat in the last episode, so this time I've caught it as a comfortable item."

"I like it... I'm a little sorry for the guests I brought this time."

My mother shook her hand with a smile at Kim's words.

"Meat, it's always something I eat. And I like mugwort."

"That's great, then."

Then Su-su Kim introduced the staff and said,

"I may not be able to care about it when I'm filming. Then you can talk to producer Cho here and he'll help you."

Kim Sook-soo, who introduced Cho to his mother and father, turned his head toward Jong-seok.

"If you don't mind, would you like to film with me?”

"Me?"

"But since our show has some ratings, wouldn't it help the store's sales if you came out?”

"That's... that's right."

"So would you?”

"I'm fine, but... What can I do?"

"Not much. Just eat something delicious and say it's delicious."

Jong-seok smacked his appetite on Kim's words.

What if it doesn't taste good?’

Su-su laughed and said, "I think I read Jong-seok's thoughts."

"You don't have to worry about it being tasteless.”

"Really?"

When asked by Jong-seok, Kim Sook-soo turned his head toward the farmers.

"Who do you think makes the most delicious foods in the world?"

"Who is it?"

"It's the mothers."

"Mother?"

"He does not mind the trouble of picking vegetables in the mountains for food that goes into his mouth, and he boils beef leg bone all night for a bowl of breakfast soup."

Then, Kim Sook-soo smiled at Jong-seok.

"If the food with such devotion doesn't taste good... What kind of food would be delicious?"

Jong-seok nodded at Kim's words.

"It can't be tasteless.”

"Yes, then will you shoot?"

"Yes."

With Jong-seok's permission, Kim also asked his parents for permission. And my parents, who had no intention of rejecting it, immediately agreed.

Then, as if it had already been said, when Kim saw the step, he began to fill Jong-seok's body with a microphone.

Do I have to show off to Young-woo?’

Thinking like that, I began to look at the countryside with a bit of a throbbing heart.

'I'm nervous for some reason.’

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