4 04. Regression (3)

“I'm sorry."

“What's that all of a sudden? ”

“I'm sorry I doubted you last time. ”

Jinhyun had a surprising look.

The subject of the wall is morality.

But his personality is multibloody, specialized in punishment, and he was famous for his immoral teacher.

How much you've earned in the past.

‘Even though he was dirty, he didn't punish him for no reason. ’

Jinhyun smiled softly.

“No, sir. I think I suspected it, too. Thank you so much for your interest. ”

The face of the wall was brightened. Then he coughed in vain and asked.

“Yeah, you honestly think so, too, don't you? No one had a choice. ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

“Anyway, I'm sorry and congratulate you on your grades. But how did you get this graded? ”

The wall asked in an incomprehensible voice.

Of course, there are a lot of kids who are grading up.

But it's half the number one on the bridge, and it's three on the bridge. I couldn't believe it.

Jinhyun pondered for a moment.

‘Well... even if I forget, I'm still studying in middle school. ’

I studied skills in my previous life as a janitor.

No matter how much time passes, taking a middle school exam is like racing with an adult child.

And above all, the difference in the amount of study.

‘I studied really hard when I was a medical student. ’

Medical students are really ‘dying'.

There are people who only sleep and study for 4 days for only 2 credits, and there are people who only sleep when they have 20 minutes to go to the canteen for the entire duration of the exam.

I studied what I learned once, so I can't get my grades.

‘But that's not the most important thing. ’

Wondering what the wall was like, he asked again.

“Well, how did you get that grade? ”

Jinhyun replied briefly.

“I'm awake. ”

* * *

Cholchi Kim Jin-hyun is the 3rd in the world!

The entire Jin Line Middle School was fluctuating.

“Uh, how...? ”

The children looked at Kim Jin-hyun with unbelievable eyes.

The surprises were even, and the yellowfin was the biggest.

“... you... you? ”

Jinhyun said.

“Study, too. You can do it too. ”

“... That, yes! ”

A boy wearing thick sunglasses approached them. He was always in charge of the 1st half.

“Jin-hyun Kim?”

“What's wrong, Captain? ”

The captain reached out his hand.

“Congratulations on your first place. ”

Jinhyun held hands face to face.

The commander said challenging.

“But next time, it won't be the same. Next place is me. I'm sorry."

Jin Hyeon laughed at the whining words.

‘You've seen too many cartoons. ’

“Whatever.”

The house was a mess too.

“Oh, what's going on? Am I dreaming now, Jinhyun? ”

My mother looked at the report card for a long time and shed a tear.

Jinhyun was embarrassed.

“Oh, no. Mother, why are you crying? ”

“I don't know what a good day my life is going to be. My son is in first place! ”

Jinhyun asked me to be sweet, but I didn't stop crying.

Jin-hyun was stubborn.

‘Since there was no good day after the wedding. ’

My father was a responsible head of household, but unfortunately he lacked business skills.

Marriage, which began happily, became increasingly entrenched by repeated business failures.

At the very least, the white house that I'm doing now is a near-term business, but I can only sigh deeply when I think of the debt I've accumulated.

I was not happy that my son was not able to adapt to school all the time. I brought my first grade card because I ate it.

Jin-hyun's mother was as happy as Jin-hyun was to be accepted as the head of the Korean army.

My father was also very pleased.

I did not tremble like a stubborn man, but I came in drunk that day.

“No, Father? What are you drinking like this? ”

Jinhyun was surprised to support his father.

When I lived my previous life, I never had my father drink so much.

“Hiccup! Uh... I... I had a drink with Chief Kim. ”

“Why did you eat so much to hurt yourself? ”

“Yeah, I drank some. Have a drink. It's such a good day. ”

The drunken father had more horses than usual.

Jinhyun laid his father down.

“Sleep tight. ”

Carefully closing the door and coming out, my father said.

“Jinhyun... Thank you. ”

“ ……!! ”

Jin-hyun's heart was instantly shattered.

What do you mean, thank you?

“No, I'll be sure to do it later. Sleep tight."

* * *

Summer break has begun.

It was a student's dream privilege that he would not enjoy if he went to society.

At the alley entrance, I heard a conversation at a restaurant called Jinhyun's White House.

“Go home and rest. ”

“It's okay. I took a lot of time off. ”

“Then go study. ”

“I'm on vacation, and I have to cool my head. This is how you cool your hair. ”

Jinhyun helped my father's shop during his vacation.

His parents were all opposed to Jinhyun helping him with his work, but he was also stubborn.

“I'm in first place, so don't do what you promised. ”

Jinhyun's mother was touched.

“I had a good son. ”

My father muttered quietly at the words.

“This is my son. ”

“No, what? I look like Jinhyun! ”

In response to that childish quarrel, Jinhyun smiled.

“By the way, Father. I need one more favor. ”

“What is it?”

“Hey, Chief Kim, can we work out on the stamp? ”

Kim was a friend of his father's and was running a kickboxing stamp.

“Why Kickboxing? ”

“Just... if you go to high school later, you'll need a lot of fitness, but I'm going to do some exercises in advance. ”

My father nodded.

“Yes, do what you want. ”

* * *

“Long time no see, Jinhyun. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

“My father liked it because I got a lot of grades. Phew, my son's got to study too. Won't you teach me a lesson? ”

Jinhyun smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah, you want to learn kickboxing? ”

“Yes.”

Kim, a friend of his father, had a solid body even at a middle-aged age.

Because of the baldness in the middle, it also looked like an iron ball character, a game that was fashionable at the time.

“Why? Because you want to train your fitness? ”

“Yes, there is something like that.... ”

Jinhyun looked straight at Chief Kim.

“Practical… So, I want to practice assuming a real fight. ”

“ ……!! ”

Kim frowned at the glance.

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“There are opponents who don't want to lose. ”

Jinhyun only said that.

But seeing his hard-eyed eyes, Kim guessed the story roughly.

“Yes, I see. You want to learn kickboxing as a fighter, not sport. ”

“Yes.”

“Fine, I'll do whatever you want. But there's nothing to see as the son of a friend, so be careful! ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

After that, hard training began.

Jinhyun practiced in an effort to carve bones because he didn't have much time until he entered high school.

Kim put out his tongue in Jinhyun's practice, which would make him tired of poisoning.

“Huh, are you the one I know? Get some rest. Then I'll hurt myself. ”

“It's still okay. One more sparring, please. ”

“No. I'll be beaten to death by your father if you swell your face again. ”

“You don't have to worry. It's still fine.”

Kim shook his head.

The face of Jinhyun who practiced without covering his opponent was brutish.

Although the senses of exercise are not very good, the focus on the ring is unimaginable.

“Anyway, you can't. If you're not planning on going to any fights, rest easy. ”

Jinhyun had no choice but to knock on the sandbag.

‘That bastard. ’

The one who made Jinhyun's high school a living hell.

‘We must meet next year. ’

Of course, a few months of kickboxing does not necessarily mean a return to the fight.

Jinhyun also knew that much.

However, high school fights are not xenophobic fights, but dogfights.

Even Iljin, that's the same.

After all, the most important thing is canning and reading.

With the exception of basic exercise skills, the thugs and poisoners decide the battle. Jinhyun was growing it.

‘This time it won't be the same as before. ’

Then, Jinhyun was questioned.

‘But why is he going to new high school? I live in a nice house.’

His house was rich.

It's not just rich, it's enormous.

It was not a relatively fallen neighbourhood's daily high school, but the restraint of the family that would fit in with the Gangnam 8th grade, or the South East, where the Jabalists gathered.

"You can go to Korea or Korea Science School, right? ’

He had good grades.

He never missed first place in college from middle school until he graduated from high school, and eventually passed the Korean Medical Corps with a score close to that of national chief.

In short, he was a bad house, a good head alien.

‘It won't be the same this time anyway. ’

Jinhyun grabbed his fist.

Boom!!

Sandbags burst.

And in middle school, it passed like the wind.

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