358 If you read the 358th episode, you will gain more experience!

"Hey! George!"

With a cry, a student with a three-tier stick ran and wielded the rod loudly.

Boooong!

Jong-seok's wallet headed for Samdan Peak.

"Crazy!"

When he tried to stop the three-tier bar, which breaks bricks, with his wallet. And the student's tricuspension swirled big.

Boooong!

The student's face, which was swinging the tricycle to the floor, was puzzled.

'It feels like...'

He didn't feel any sense of hitting his hands.

Chaeng-grang!

And the wonder was young again in the face of the student, who turned his head to the sound of something falling metal.

Half of the triad had fallen on the floor. And when I saw the stick he was holding, it was cut off.

"What?"

Phew!

Jong-seok slapped Jong-seok in the back of his head, who was wondering.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

"It hurts!"

"It's called pain. It's supposed to hurt."

At Jong-seok's words, the student hurriedly raised his hand to cover his head.

"Isn't your hand yours?"

Along with the horse, Jong-seok began to hit his hands with his wallet.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

"Argh! Argh!"

I tried to avoid it with a scream, but strangely, every time I got hit with my wallet, I felt my body go "Ji-ing!" and the movement stopped one by one.

That's why they can't run away and keep getting hit.

Jong-seok, who was hitting the back of the student's head and hands consecutively, saw two other students.

"Are you not coming?"

At Jong-seok's call, the two students looked at each other and turned around in a hurry to run away.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok hit the student on the back of the head and jumped in front of them, kicking the wall.

The students looked at Jong-seok with surprised eyes.

"Now... ...you're on the wall?’

Who the hell is this guy? Are you a spider man?'

When the students looked at Jong-seok in surprise, he lifted his wallet.

"Don't you take your wallet?"

"We're... ...just."

"Ay! That's your heart. Take it."

With the horse, Jong-seok approached them and threw a wallet in a student's face.

Took!

The student's face hardened as he tried to catch the flying wallet reflexively.

Suddenly, Jong-seok grabbed his wallet and began to slap his face from side to side.

Pavat!

Jong-seok, who hit the children like that, hit his wallet hard.

Puck!

The two students groaned down on their knees. Jong-seok, who was looking at two such students, saw a student who was tearing apart the pieces. Jong-seok, who read the name Choi Jeong-man on his name tag, said.

"Jeong-man, get up."

Choi Jeong-man stood up carefully at Jong-seok's words. I saw the students whose stalks had fallen.

"You come here."

At Jong-seok's words, the students stood up carefully while looking at each other and tried to run away at the moment.

Paw! Puck!

One of the students, who was trying to run away, came to a hurry. A stone that flew past his face was smashed against the wall.

"Huh?"

"If you run away, the stone will hit you on the head. So just come here when you say good things."

At Jong-seok's words, the students glanced at each other and stood in front of each other. When the students came to the front and stood, Jong-seok said.

"Be good friends and don't fight in the future."

"What?"

"Don't fight."

The rogue students nodded in haste when they found out that Jong-seok was trying to reconcile.

"Oh! I see. I won't fight again."

"Shake hands with each other."

Choi Jeong-man was seen by a student holding a three-tier stick at Jong-seok's horse. Then snuck out his hand with a smile.

"I was sorry. Let's get along well from now on."

"Huh? Yeah......."

Jong-seok laughed at the two students shaking hands.

"How nice it is to end so happily.”

"It's our fault. From now on, I'll be close to her."

"We should get along with friends from the same school."

Jong-seok, who was smiling and talking, saw Choi Jeong-man. Choi Jeong-man's face was filled with deep distrust.

Looking at Choi Jeong-man, Jong-seok raised his hand on his shoulder.

Flinch!

Feeling Choi Jeong-man's body stiff, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"It would be nice if it ended so well, but...….”

Jong-seok, who stopped talking for a while, saw Choi Jeong-man.

"You think the kids are going to hit you again, bully you, and take your money away, right?"

"What? It's....”

When Choi Jeong-man blurted the tail of the horse, the students hurriedly said.

"Jeong-man, we won't do that again."

"Yes, we won't. Let's be friends from now on."

The voices of the speaking students were all stiff and stiff. I felt the same meaning that I would not let you go if you said nonsense.

Jong-seok laughed at him.

"No, you guys are going to hit me again, take my money away, hit my other kids, and take my money away. Isn't that right?"

"No, we won't."

"Yeah, so you're not gonna hit the kids and take the money from them?”

"Yes."

Jong-seok shook his head in response to the hasty answers of the rogue students.

"But I can't believe you guys. So I'm trying to make sure my brother doesn't hit you guys, or I don't."

"What?"

What does that mean? When the students wondered, Jong-seok's hands quickly began to occupy their bodies.

Tata! Tata!

Suddenly, when Jong-seok pressed his hand, they were surprised and tried to avoid him.

However, avoiding Jong-seok's hands was not something that could be avoided. Jong-seok, who quickly occupied the students' bodies, opened his mouth.

"Hold your fist and hit the kid next to you in the stomach."

"What?"

"Hold your fist and hit the kid in the stomach next to you.”

The student, who hesitated for a moment at Jong-seok's words, saw a friend next to him. A friend nodded to him.

I don't know what it is, but finish it quickly. The student nodded, clenched his fist and slapped him in the stomach.

And... ...

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

"Argh!"

Neither the hit nor the beaten one fell down screaming. The hit man was in pain with his fist clenched, and the hit man was holding his stomach and vomiting.

The faces of the two students standing at the sight were young in wonder.

'What are those idiots doing?’

"I hit it lightly. Why is it so crazy?’

It's strange that both the one who hit and the one who hit him suffer, even though he didn't hit them so hard from the side.

When the students wondered, Jong-seok saw the other two.

"Two of you."

"Me too?"

"That's fair."

At Jong-seok's words, two students looked at each other and one punched the other in the stomach.

Puck!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

"Wow!"

And their reactions were the same as those who fell down. One is to hold his fist and suffer, and the other is to hold his stomach and be sick.

When Choi Jeong-man was surprised and embarrassed by the four people, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"These guys have ships and fists are glass."

"Glass?"

"Because it's like that with a little shock. If you try to bully and hit you again, hit your stomach or fist. Then you'll be hanging around in pain like that."

"How can I......yo."

"Or will you continue to be bullied?"

"What?"

Jong-seok said, receiving Choi Jeong-man's attention.

"I can only help you this time anyway. And when you go to school, you avoid your teachers' eyes, and if they decide to bully you, they'll bother you somehow....you're gonna have to change after all. You should at least swing your fist."

At Jong-seok's words, Choi Jeong-man fell on his stomach and saw the students shivering and suffering.

Jong-seok, who was looking at Choi Jeong-man, crouched down and saw students drooling.

Jong-seok occupied several points of the students' bodies.

"Ha! Ha!"

Only then did the pain disappear, and the students looked at him with astonished eyes.

Jong-seok's hands are gone at once, and he is surprised and embarrassed by the pain.

"You just heard what I was saying, right? Your ships and your fists are glass."

The student nodded at Jong-seok's remark. said Jong-seok, who nodded to him.

"I'm sure you guys will hit each other's stomachs and see why this is happening, but don't overdo it. If you get hit wrong, you might die. And... ...don't smoke. You'll have a stomachache if you smoke."

"Okay."

Jong-seok laughed at the student's words.

'You don't believe me.

If they believed what they said, they would have asked why their stomachs and fists were glass, and how they could be as they were.

Jong-seok didn't say anything more about him.

"Jeong-man, go with your brother."

Choi Jeong-man faltered at Jong-seok's words and left the alley with him. Jong-seok, who left the alley, looked inside the alley.

There were students raising themselves while looking at each other. Jong-seok only saw Choi Jeong-man.

"Remember what you said. It's you who protects yourself."

"Really... ...should I hit you in the stomach?”

Jong-seok nodded at Choi Jeong-man's words.

"Battle or punch a blow."

"Go...... thank you."

"Yes, go."

Choi Jeong-man hurried to Jong-seok's horse. Jong-seok's ear, which was looking at the scene, heard the sound of vomiting and screaming.

When I looked in the alley, two students fell down, clasping their stomachs and fists.

After experimenting with Jong-seok's idea, he is suffering.

Jong-seok, who met Kim Young-woo and Lee Chang-sik at Taejin High School, told the story of a bad student he met earlier.

"Gobiri had a tricycle?”

"I told you so. What's wrong with kids these days? Some student's bag comes with a three-tier stick."

Kim Young-woo nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"In our days, we were careful that we might get caught bringing comic books......a three-tier stick.... that's great."

"I know, we didn't even rip it off in our days.”

Lee Chang-sik asked the two men'

"But what do you mean, ships and fists?"

"My abs and fists are weakened.”

"Weak? How?"

"When struck, the abs absorb the impact, and if they are weakened, the impact spreads to the organs. And the fists have increased the muscle ache. Think of it as hitting somewhere with your gouty fist.”

"Wouldn't that cause problems in your daily life?"

"There will be problems with iron bars and dumbbells, but there will be no problems with everyday life.”

"How, then, do you live your whole life?”

"I've been letting you go for about three months.”

"Three months?"

"Wouldn't it change a little if you live a careful life without hitting anyone for three months? And they don't know about the bloodshot wounds for three months, so they'll continue to refrain from fighting or hitting anyone."

Lee Chang-sik, who was briefly at Jong-seok's words, said.

"What if I hit you with my foot?"

Hands and feet, so you can hit them with your feet even if you don't hit them with your hands.

Jong-seok shook his head with a smile.

"People instinctively have their fists out before their feet. Unless they're Taekwondo players who specialize in some kind of foot, they'll use their fists first when they have a fight or when they hit someone."

Then Jong-seok pretended to swing his fist and opened his hands wide.

"Bam! Then you'll fall sick."

"What if you don't get into trouble?"

"Then you live a good life."

At Jong-seok's words, Lee Chang-sik looked at him with curious eyes.

"Press the blood......it's like some martial arts story."

Kim Young-woo said with a smile at Lee Chang-sik's words.

"You don't even watch the news?"

"You've been a test taker until last year. Don't you know what's going on? The test taker is no news. I'm just looking at books."

Kim Young-woo wrapped his head around the word "Gosi-saeng."

"Don't remind me of my exam days. When I think about my exam days, I feel like I'm back in the army."

Lee Chang-sik smiled at Kim Young-woo.

"I've had that kind of test life for a year longer than you have."

Kim Young-woo smiled and put his thumb and index finger on Lee Chang-sik's words and said, taking them off.

"That's the difference between you and me."

"Crazy guy."

Lee Chang-sik, who spat out curses, saw Jong-seok.

"You little brat, do you know how you passed the test?"

"Isn't it because you did well on the test?"

"When he came back from his exams, he was crying, 'cause he thought he messed up this test.By the way, when I checked my score, I didn't even take the test wearing a fortune teller's pants, but everything I took was correct. That's why I passed. The ones we took were right."

Jong-seok was surprised by Lee Chang-sik's words and saw Kim Young-woo.

"Really?"

"I got the answers back then, and I was wondering what this was. That's why he was so nervous until the announcement of the successful candidate. I was wondering if I wrote the wrong answer.….”

Then Kim Young-woo drew a V with his hands and said,

"And luck is talent, and luck comes to those who are ready. That's why I was a ready-made man."

"Lucky was really good."

"It's luck."

Jong-seok, who shook his head at Kim Young-woo's words, said after watching the school for a while.

"Let's go for a drink."

Kim Young-woo and Lee Chang-sik stood up at Jong-seok's words.

"Where are you going?"

"My neighborhood was fine, too, let's eat nearby."

"Yes, let's."

When Kim Young-woo and Lee Chang-sik left school smiling, Jong-seok followed suit.

Jong-seok smiled while watching Lee Chang-sik from behind. Kim Young-woo sometimes saw him even after graduation, but this was his first time since graduation.

It was the first time in 11 years, but he was not awkward. It's like seeing a friend I broke up with yesterday again.

'It's good to have a friend like this.'