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After sitting down the chemistry, Jong-seok focused on Heo Jeong-nam's training of Cheonyeop-soo.

And around the end of lunchtime, Heo Jung-nam wiped off his sweat and headed to the classroom to attend the class in a hurry.

Jong-seok, who was looking at Heo Jung-nam, saw chemistry.

"You don't have to go to class?”

"I'll take a bigger class."

Chemi asked Jong-seok.

"I heard it's not easy to graduate from Harvard.”

While Korean universities are difficult to enter and easy to graduate, American universities are difficult to enter and are more difficult to graduate.

"It's difficult."

"Then shouldn't you take a good class?"

"You may kneel for a year."

At Chemi's answer, Jong-seok, who was looking at him, thought for a while and opened his mouth.

"You got your work parents' ears, right?”

"Yes."

"What do they say?"

"Get along with Heo."

Jong-seok, who nodded to Chemi, looked around and opened his mouth.

"But why do you want to learn martial arts?"

"I respect strong people."

"He's a strong man..."

After seeing him for a while, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"Are you thinking of a strong person who collects the numbers and bullies the kids?”

"That's..."

Jong-seok said, "I'm not trying to make an excuse, but I think I have something to say."

"If you have something to say, say it. Instead, just tell the truth."

Chemi opened her mouth after a while at Jong-seok's words.

"It's some kind of test."

"Test?"

"There are three categories in our club. "Those who coordinate like me, East and Jonathan, those who act, like Huh..."

When Chemi stopped talking for a while, Jong-seok said.

"The one who is tormented?"

"The test taker."

"What test? Are you obedient?"

"That's..."

"Just tell me what you know."

Chemi nodded at Jong-seok's words after a while.

"Yes."

"What happens if you pass the test?”

"It's to be our people. But I like treatment. If I become president, I'll be on the president's level."

Chemi's words wheedled Jong-seok's appetite.

"So... So it's a test to find smart, obedient people who live to die and live?”

Even a Harvard graduate is a talented person who studies well and excels. And if you've had a hard time in Eagle for four years, you'll have no self-esteem.

A person with no self-respect and outstanding head, perhaps the most desired subordinate as a boss.

It's just that the way you choose such a person is wrong...

"Yes."

Jong-seok sighed at Chemi's words.

"Then what if you don't get through?"

"If you graduate, you won't see each other again."

"Do you have to go that far?"

"That's what it's been doing for generations..."

Jong-seok nodded as he was looking at Chemie.

"So what fault would you be? It's the adults' fault for letting me know as if that was the answer as if it were true."

Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, saw chemistry.

"America likes heroes, doesn't it?"

"Is there anyone who doesn't like heroes?"

"Then do you know the difference between a hero and a villain?”

"Strong, just. Someone like that?"

"When do the heroes in the movie use their strength?"

"To save someone in crisis."

Jong-seok nodded at Chemie's words.

"The difference between a hero and a villain is simple. "When you work for others, you're a hero; when you work for your own desires, you're a villain." How do you want to live?”

"Hero."

"Then think about it. Do you think the kids you've been bothering so far will think you're a hero? Or would you think he's a villain?"

Chemi didn't speak at Jong-seok's words. Just bend your head...

I nodded at such chemistry.

"Okay, then let's do it.”

"Will you teach me?"

"Yes."

"Why...? "

I asked him to teach me, but I didn't know he would. Jong-seok opened his mouth to the question of such chemistry.

"If you had answered, I wouldn't have told you. If he said he was a hero, he'd think he was a madman who liked to bully people, and if he said he was a villain, he'd know what he was doing and still tormented people. Instead, you didn't answer."

Jong-seok pressed Che-mi's chest with his hand.

"I mean, at least I have a conscience. So I will teach you well. Because if you grow this much longer, people will shed blood tears, not tears."

"I'll live a good life."

"You'll have to. Or..."

Jong-seok pointed to his eyes and then to chemistry.

"I'll be watching."

"Oh... I see."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Chemi's words, opened his mouth.

"I taught Jung-nam the martial art of Shaolin, which is called Cheonyeop-su."

"Sorimsa! You were master of Shaolin Temple."

"Do you know Shaolin?”

"Yes, it's the history of Chinese martial arts fantasy. Jackie, Lee, and the Soryong are from Shaolin."

Jong-seok nodded at Chemistry, which refers to a famous Chinese action star in the U.S.

"I know, but I'm going to teach you the hardball of the independents."

"Mudangpa! I know that."

"Do you know the independents?"

"It's the Moon faction from the movie 'Taegeuk Kwon' in Lee. You're amazing. Master of sorim and shaman.”

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw a chemistry that familiarized him with the word "brother."

"Geongongugong is a martial art that defends rather than attacks."

"Defender?"

At Chemi's words, Jong-seok posed as a ball and said,

"Go for it."

"Me?"

"Do it. Like kill."

Chemi took a pose to Jong-seok's words and asked stealthily.

"You're... you're not gonna use your eyes, are you?”

Jong-seok nodded at Chemi, who was talking about life.

"It's not the eyes, it's the life, it's not the life."

"Living?"

"There's such a thing. If you're curious, read the Chinese martial arts. Come in."

Chemi, who was briefly at Jong-seok's words, nodded and shook her fist.

Boooong!

He liked sports, so his fists were strong and fast.

But the opponent is Jong-seok....

With a slight pull of his fist to the side, a new Chemistry popped up and fell.

Puck!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Seeing the groaning chemistry, Jong-seok grabbed him up.

"Have you seen how I do it?”

"No?"

"Come back in. And don't come in strong, cut it short and come in.”

Chemi re-positioned Jong-seok's words, then boxing and quickly came in.

Jong-seok, who held Chemi's hand and stumbled and knocked her down several more times, sat on the bench with him.

"It's the dry ball that takes advantage of the opponent's power to knock it down."

"It's like judo."

"It's similar just to using the power of the other. However, judo uses internal strength when using body strength."

"What if it's internal strength? Ki?"

"Do you know the flag?"

"Yes, it's an Eastern fantasy. So I can use the flag, too?"

"It's possible if you work hard and understand yourself well."

"You're a master, too."

Jong-seok said, looking at the chemistry of lowering his head in imitation of the caption.

"I'm thinking of going to Korea in another week or so. Would you like to learn for a week?"

"If you teach me, I will learn hard."

When Chemi stood up and lowered her head, Jong-seok opened his mouth while looking at her.

"But... I will not let you do anything wrong with the power I taught you."

Chemi swallowed her saliva as Jong-seok gave off a gentle saliva. It wasn't as terrifying as it was at first felt, but it was the same with a flutter in the chest.

"In the future... I'll never do it."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Chemi's words, reached out his hand.

"Give me your hand."

Chemistry crept out at Jong-seok's words. Jong-seok, who grabbed him by the wrist, nodded while looking at the pulse for a moment.

"You didn't take drugs or drugs."

"I don't like it."

"Good for you. Then go get a volleyball."

"The volleyball?"

"Stronger than ever."

"Okay."

Then, as Chemi ran in a hurry, Jong-seok sat on the bench.

Jong-seok nodded as he was watching Chemi running far away.

"It would be better to rehabilitate a bad guy than to scold a bad guy."

Besides, if Chemie takes over the father's company later and becomes the president, the lives of the company's people will be in his hands....

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, stroked his chin.

"Should I teach you to study or keep in mind?”

***

East was looking out the window with a stiff face. A window overlooks Harvard Square.

There were people gathering and playing with the ball.

Puck!

East, who spat out curses inside, looked out again. What we do now in the square was a martial art taught by a man named Heo's brother.

"What kind of martial arts is ball games, learning such a stupid thing? Foolish things."

However, there was no one who sympathized with East. There was no one but East in the room used by Club Eagle.

All the club members who are supposed to respond to what they say are playing silly ball games in the square.

Damn it!

Once again, East, who spat out curses, took out his cell phone. It was a rustic old-fashioned cell phone that children like East wouldn't use.

East, who was watching it for a while, sent a text message to the cell phone.

I texted and got a reply after a while.

East, who finished texting with it, broke his cell phone in half.

Stuff!

East, who broke his cell phone, put it in his pocket and looked out of the window.

"Puck you!"

***

After dinner, Jong-seok was sitting in bed talking with Heo Jung-nam.

"You seem to be getting along with the club kids these days. Are you all right?"

"Yes."

"What about Chemistry and Jonathan?"

"Kemmy's trying to talk to him, but Jonathan is just so-so."

"East or something?"

"I don't see him these days."

Jong-seok nodded at Huh Jung-nam's words.

"What do you think a good friend is?"

"He's a good friend?"

"There's no good friend in the world. A good friend is what I make. And I have to be the other's good friend first."

"I see."

"As you live. There are many important things in the world, but nothing is more important than people. Make good friends. Some of the Eagle boys are good."

"Yes."

Jong-seok, who was looking at Heo Jung-nam's words, beat him on the shoulder and put out the fire.

Then Jong-seok, lying on the floor, opened his mouth.

"Hyung, if you go in three days, keep in often. You can call me in the middle of the night, but I'll answer."

"Thank you."

"Come on."

Heo Jeong-nam closed his eyes to Jong-seok's words. Jong-seok took out his cell phone and began to write down what happened today on his notepad.

One of the habits that I have in the U.S. is to write down my diary on my phone when I go to Korea.

That way, you can keep a diary in Korea without forgetting it.

Jong-seok, who was writing a diary on his cellphone's memo pad, suddenly raised his head.

I heard something.

What is it?

Jong-seok, who listened for a while, pulled up the flag.

Argh!

I could hear something moving when I focused my attention on my ears.

Klick! Klick!

'I hear it from the door. Is this... a thief?'

Along with him, Jong-seok carefully raised himself and touched Heo Jeong-nam.

"Huh?"

Jong-seok opened his mouth to Heo Jeong-nam, who opened his eyes with groaning as if he had fallen asleep.

"It's a thief.

"Do..."

Jong-seok nodded as he blocked Heo Jung-nam's mouth as he was about to scream in surprise.

"I'll call the police. Wake up your sister and mom and stay together.”

"What about you?"

"Catch the thief."

Then Jong-seok snuck out the window and jumped out.

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