58 Reading books gives you more experience! 58

Jong-seok and Lee Soo-mi, who finished their meal deliciously at the student cafeteria, were drinking coffee.

In Jong-seok's head, where he talked to Lee Soo-mi and drank coffee, the man who was just there was already gone.

I didn't need such a weirdo's memory in a happy time when I was looking at pretty Lee Soo-mi's face.

"Ah!"

I took the file out of my bag as if I had thought of Jong-seok.

"What is it?"

"I told you I'd paint a portrait. That's why I drew it."

"Did you draw me?"

Lee Soo-mi opened the file when Jong-seok slipped away.

There were A4 papers in the file. And on the first page, Lee Soo-mi's face was drawn.

Lee Soo-mi's side face looking into the air as if she were looking somewhere.

Lee Soo-mi smiled at the picture.

"Isn't this a photo conversion?"

"Photo conversion? What is that?"

"To turn the picture file into a picture. With it, the picture turns into a pencil."

"What are you talking about? Did I draw this myself?”

"Really?"

"Then... and I don't have a picture of Sumi.”

"Oh! That's right."

And Lee Soo-mi, who saw the painting, came to think of it and said, "To change the file to a painting, you need the original picture.

But I've never taken a picture like this before. It's too lively to call it a hidden camera...

"Are you sure you drew this?”

"Then."

"Wow... You did a really good job."

Lee Soo-mi was forced to mistake. As such, his face in the painting was as precise as a picture.

That's why I didn't think it was a real painting. What kind of picture is it that looks like a picture?

Lee Soo-mi smiled while looking at the painting with surprised eyes.

"I'm pretty."

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"Bam! I was pretty before your girlfriend."

"That's why she became my girlfriend.”

"What are you saying?"

Lee Soo-mi, who turned over the paper with a smile, nodded her head. The next chapter showed himself standing with canned coffee and Jong-seok coming out of the tent.

"This painting is good, too. My heart is pounding for no reason.”

Jong-seok smiled at Lee Soo-mi's words. He was also excited when he painted this picture.

And that feeling is well captured in the painting.

"There's a title in the picture, too.”

"What's the title?"

"Cockle."

"Strange? You mean me?"

"No, Sumi's twisting me with canned coffee right now.”

"Chi! You're a very cheap guy who's hooked up with canned coffee."

Smiling, Lee Soo-mi hurriedly covered the file as she turned the next page.

"What is this?"

"The masterpiece of my life."

At Jong-seok's words, Lee Soo-mi opened the file while looking at him.

In the file, there was a picture of Jong-seok kissing Lee Soo-mi.

Lee Soo-mi's face turned slightly red as she looked at the painting. The memory of that time comes to mind.

"Does this painting have a title, too?”

Jong-seok nodded at Lee Soo-mi's question.

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"First kiss."

Lee Soo-mi smiled at the word "first kiss."

"Are you the first kiss?"

"Yes. Uh? What about you?"

Lee Soo-mi laughed at Jong-seok's question.

"Well?"

"What is it? Do you have it? Am I not the first?"

"What kind of question is that? How old am I?"

"What? Really? Really?"

"Well... is it real or not?"

Jong-seok tore his head at Lee Soo-mi's teasing remarks.

"You're the original."

"Original?"

"Tempting me as an old man..."

"Then don't do it again?"

Jong-seok, who had been tearing his hair out of Lee Soo-mi's words, carefully put his hands down.

"Have I ever wanted to do something like this when I was born? I really want to do it again. No, I want to do it right away.”

Lee Soo-mi laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Sweet."

"The high school senior's blood is always a climax."

"And change the title."

"With what?"

When asked by Jong-seok, Lee Soo-mi opened her mouth small while looking at the painting.

"Two men..."

"What?"

"The first kiss of two."

Lee Soo-mi's words opened Jong-seok's mouth.

"Heh... the title is good."

"You're a fool. Shut your mouth."

“....”

Lee Soo-mi handed over the next page as she watched Jong-seok close his mouth right away. And Lee Soo-mi's face hardened.

The picture in the next chapter is... It was Lee Soo-mi. But only her face was Lee Soo-mi and the others were different.

In the painting, Lee Su-mi was wearing a bikini, with her hair raised in both hands, with a sexy smile.

"You... What is this?"

Lee Soo-mi's remarks made me laugh.

"Title: What I haven't seen..."

Lee Soo-mi sighed at Jong-seok's words.

"You're naughty."

"Chi! You didn't even see me in a swimsuit on the beach.”

When Jong-seok met Lee Soo-mi, he had already played in the sea and changed into everyday clothes.

That's why I didn't see Lee Soo-mi's swimming suit.

"I drew it with the utmost imagination.”

"But like this... It's strange. Don't draw this kind of picture."

Lee Soo-mi, who covered the file with a horse, glanced down at her chest.

'And... I'm not this big.'

Lee Soo-mi's heart in the painting was as full as a bikini.

Do you like girls with big breasts? What do I do?'

Lee Soo-mi, who had such worries, slowly gathered her hands together and put her arms together to give strength was given to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? No? Let's get out."

"Yes."

Jong-seok and Lee Soo-mi cleaned up their seats and came out.

"Do you want to go to the place where I perform?"

"Yes! I want to go.”

"Okay, let's go."

When Lee Soo-mi took the lead and moved on, Jong-seok crept next to her and held her hand.

"Now I take it for granted."

"Because it's mine."

"You're... you're too hard on me, too."

Jong-seok asked as he walked with Lee Soo-mi, who smiled and walked to the concert hall.

"But there's a performance."

"Because I'm a theater and film major."

"So you're going to be a theatrical actor?”

"Some people are going to the theater and entertainment industry, and some are going to the broadcasting station PD, so how many people are going to make their major come alive."”

"Then you want to do it?"

"I want to. But..."

Lee Soo-mi sighed quietly.

"I'm going to be a little hard because I'm too ordinary to be a celebrity."

"Why can't Sumi be so pretty?"”

"Chi! You must be so pretty to your eyes."

"You'll look pretty in other people's eyes."

"Yes, thank you."

Lee Soo-mi, who arrived at the concert hall with a smile, entered the building.

The concert hall looks like a regular concert hall. There's a lobby with marble and a door to the concert hall.

"Good."

"It's a place where we perform and we have school meetings.”

Along with the horse, Lee Soo-mi opened the door that leads to the inside of the concert hall and looked inside.

"You may enter."

When Lee Soo-mi went inside, Jong-seok followed behind her.

The inside of the concert hall was literally a concert hall. There are many chairs and the stage is in front of them.

"Wow... big."

At Jong-seok's horse, Lee Soo-mi took him to the stage.

"I'm performing here.

"What performance did you do?”

"I did Romeo and Juliet in my first year last year."

"Then Juliet?"

"I wish I could, but... A maid of honor.

"Eh? Our Sumi was a maid of honor.”

"What's wrong with the maid? She's always in the role with Juliet, so there's a lot of lines. How....."

Holding Lee Soo-mi's small grumbling hand tightly, Jong-seok smiled and let go of his hand and twisted his body.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Jong-seok, who twisted and warmed up, opened his mouth looking at Lee Soo-mi.

"I know martial arts. Do you want me to show you?”

"Martial arts."

"Yes."

"I miss you."

At Lee Soo-mi's words, Jong-seok gently twisted back. When I saw people spreading their natural leaves on the beach, I remembered what they liked.

Thinking that way, Jong-seok slowly began to spread out the trees.

Papapot!

At first, Jong-seok, who was slowly spreading out, began to spread out the trees with all his might.

Papapot! Pufferpung!

And from one point on, the sound of a leather squadron bursting into the air began to be heard loudly, following the touch of Jong-seok.

Lee Soo-mi's face was filled with admiration and surprise.

'Good.'

Lee Soo-mi clapped her hands as she was watching Jong-seok spread out Cheonyeop-soo.

"Our Jong-seok is good."

At Lee Soo-mi's words, Jong-seok smiled and stopped.

"I'm good, aren't I?"

Lee Soo-mi nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"You did a really good job... Oh! Hello, professor!"

Jong-seok looked back as Lee Soo-mi looked back and greeted him.

Behind him stood an old man with gray hair. But the old man Jong-seok was also an acquaintance.

'This is Shin-jae.'

One of the most famous actors in Korea is standing right behind him.

Lee Shin-jae, who appeared in many dramas from historical dramas to sitcoms, recently appeared on a travel entertainment program and was popular as a big brother, stood behind him.

'Wow, celebrity.

It's not his first time seeing a celebrity, but Lee Shin-jae was a real celebrity to Lee Jong-seok.

Lee Shin-jae is his favorite actor.

"Hello!"

Lee Jong-seok also lowered his head hurriedly, and Lee Shin-jae approached with a smile.

"You're good at martial arts."

When Lee Shin-jae moved his hands around and mimicked Cheon Yeop-soo, Jong-seok scratched his head.

"No."

"No. You looked better than the smart martial arts actors. I've never seen him before. Don't you come to school well?"

Most of the faces of the students in the department of theater and film are Lee Shin-jae. They are students who teach themselves, but they memorize their names and faces every day to train their memory.

Lee Soo-mi opened her mouth to Lee Shin-jae.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Then aren't you in our department?"

"Not yet..."

"Still? Are you a high school student?"

Lee Soo-mi nodded slightly blushed at Lee Shin-jae's question.

"Yes."

Lee Shin-jae laughed at the small answer.

"It looks like Sumi is meeting her younger brother."

"That's..."

"Oh, that's fine. What's wrong with meeting younger people these days? And there were quite a few older couples in our time as well.”

Lee Shin-jae, who spoke with a smile, looked at Jong-seok.

"But... you look a little familiar. Do you happen to know me?"

"I know, but you don't know me."

"Really? Hmm... "You look a little familiar..."

Looking at Jong-seok, Lee Shin-jae remembered. Usually, if you don't remember, you might think so, but Lee Shin-jae is a person who values memory.

He still remembers the names and faces of former U.S. presidents.

Then Lee Shin-jae looked at Jong-seok.

"Didn't you come out on a Korean morning?"

"Oh... I'm out. Have you seen it?"

"Yes, now I remember. It still impresses me that my young friend was good at cooking and chopping firewood."

Then Lee Shin-jae looked at Jong-seok and said,

"Yes, then senior in high school?"

"Yes."

"You're old enough to study and you have time to date like this?”

"I'm good at studying."

"Yes, dating is a good experience. Then have fun."

Jong-seok whispered to Lee Soo-mi as she turned around with the horse.

"Is that the professor?”

"Yes, he's our drama professor."

"Then he'll have his breath when he plays the part."

"Right."

Jong-seok nodded as if he knew what Lee Soo-mi said and hurried to Lee Shin-jae.

"Teacher!"

"Huh? Why?"

When Lee Shin-jae turned around, Jong-seok smiled and said.

"I learned Chinese traditional massage techniques."

"An ancient Chinese traditional massage?"

"Have you ever heard of Suta?”

"Are you talking about cotton pulling techniques?"

"Oh! That's a big shot, too."

It's a hit. It will probably be the same word if written in Chinese.

"The martial art I just did is training for massage.”

"Training for Massage?"

"Yes. You know Shaolin Temple, right?”

"I know."

"What I've just started is a martial art called Cheonyeopsu, which is handed down to Shaolin Temple, and what I do with it is a massage called Suta. Would you like to take a look?"

"Cheonyeopsoo of Shaolin Temple..."

Curiousness was young on Lee Shin-jae's small muttering face. My body is stiff with age.

So Lee Shin-jae likes to massage and massage his body like an old man.

But isn't Jongseok's massage coming down from Shaolin Temple?

"Well... then where... Shall we take it?"

With Lee Shin-jae's permission, Jong-seok smiled and put the coat on one side and sat comfortably on the floor.

"What are you going to do?"

As Lee Soo-mi whispered quietly, Jong-seok smiled and whispered.

"For my girlfriend... Exotic."

Lee Shin-jae laughed as if he heard Jong-seok.

"Excuse me... this must be a request to take good care of Sumi."

"Be nice to Sumi if you miss me again. Then I'll be back to do it again.

"Whoa! You're confident."

"Let's take it for now.

"Yes, where."

Looking at Lee Shin-jae, who closed his eyes with a nod, Jong-seok closed his hand.

'You're too old to act like you're hitting your parents. First, let's take it slow and check our physical condition through the texture. And we can just build up our strength little by little.’

After thinking so, Jong-seok slowly began to hit Lee Shin-jae's body.

And the pain in Lee Shin-jae's face began to grow little by little.

It is said that he does it slowly, but the experience of hitting was gradually increasing the strength of his hands.

That way, you will have the power to use your bowels and bones.

'It hurts. But... It's cool.'

As the spurs began, Lee's face began to look young with pain and coolness.

Whenever Jong-seok's palm hit me, I felt the coolness of being washed away.

'Oh... it's good to be sick.'

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