Chemistry

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A taxi stopped at a nearby shopping area near Yeouido.

After calculating and unloading, Song Bo-young looked around the street and pointed to the chicken house with the sign "The End of the Pig."

“There, the banquet hall. ”

Jungwoo followed me.

“Is this a place I can come in? ”

“Yes, my comrade picked up the parachute and summoned him. ”

“Aha, I can't believe you called. ”

Song Bo-young stopped.

“What trust? ”

“You're the one who's in trouble I didn't think would happen if I told you to follow me strangely, in the lab. ”

“Oh?”

“Huh? Is that you? ”

In Jungwoo's eyes, Song Bo-young opened the door of the Hop House, avoiding her gaze.

Jungwoo followed, smelling the smell of spicy fried clothes and feeling the market move.

“There he is. ”

Approximately twenty people were seated at the spacious table on the inside.

‘Everyone seems to be in a high stage. ’

It was also a meeting of the signage project team at the Central Laboratory and Aces in Research Room 1. Jungwoo bowed his right waist and greeted them as there were none of the seniors who had spoken properly.

“Hello, Intern Only Woo! ”

Everyone who was chattering about the cheerful greeting turned their heads.

“She's the one on the news, right? ”

“That's right, the intern. ”

The first team leader raised his hand in the crowd.

“Song Bo-young! Bring Lim Wu and hurry up! ”

“Let's go, Mr. Parachute. ”

Jung accompanied me on my way to Seoul, looking carefully. Next to him was Seungju Oh, the head of the first study.

Why did he call me? There are no public bonds. ’

I felt like I had felt the journey before, but I felt like I was seeing the higher-ups who had been on the elite path. In fact, I was told that I received my Ph.D. from a famous university in the United States.

I asked him about the way to Jungwoo, where he was sitting.

“Soju? Beer? ”

“Oh, I'm empty. ”

“Then just take the beer. We insist on drinking, we control our meals because we don't do that. Bomb? ”

“Fill your stomach. I'll have a beer, too. ”

Song Bo-young, who looks like she should drink carbonated juice, was surprised at the answer.

I was staring at the beer that was stuffed in the glass, and the way to go was bitten.

“Bo-young. How did it go with Eugene Chemical? ”

“Yes.”

“I know Director Yoon Jae-gil, but I shouldn't have done that. ”

It was a question of looking at Jungwoo, so Jung answered without any thought.

“I didn't do anything too difficult. ”

The way forward, I passed a sip of soju and saw Oh Seung-joo next to me, smiling 'at nothing.’

“What do you think, Seung Ju? You were really surprised earlier. ”

A man in his late thirties who had delicate eyes took one look at Jung Woong and indifferently rebuked him.

“I heard you did good. ”

“Wow, that's cool. If this intern made a big mistake, wouldn't it be because his boss sent it to you? ”

Jung Woo was embarrassed by the sound of the word "semantic." Oh Seung Joo puts down the soju glass and turns his head to the road.

“You're a useless intern. Bo-young must have cared a lot. You're not doing research alone. ”

Song Bo-young looked out the window at the sound and handed over a sip of beer. I just followed Jungwoo around saying that I care for the horses.

“Mr. Jungwoo. Don't get me wrong. ”

As I looked at the road while smiling softly, a cold light flashed around.

“What Jungwoo did today was a very dangerous thing. Let's put it that way at the press conference, there must be at least a clear reason for the name of the KG chemistry. But that's not what I saw in Jungwoo. ”

“Don't do anything irresponsible, right? ”

“Yes, I'm glad I understand quickly. I want you to be careful when you do this in the future. ”

Jungwoo nods.

However, I was somewhat confident that I had done some work with Yoon Jae-gil today. As long as you have these tiny eyes, whatever you do, you can push it out with confidence.

‘I don't see what they can see comfortably. ’

This is a tremendous force for chemists.

The dinner was deeply cooked by 8 pm.

Senior researchers sat next to Jungwoo.

“It was really funny talking about Jungwoo at the weekly meeting. ”

“Mr. Jung, I'm not kidding, it's a breakdown in front of Dr. Shin. ”

Jungwoo gave me a sip of beer, smiling along with his classmates. When I was drunk and drank something, I felt like I drank four bottles.

‘Company connections say the gathering begins. ’

I felt like I could understand now the proud opinions of college motivators who succeeded in their summer jobs.

Fortunately, unlike the public bonds that suppressed themselves, the middle-class leaders don't seem to be so biased. Perhaps the fact that he and Eugene Chemical had successfully finished work today was compared to a quite reliable researcher.

“Hey, Bo-young's not drinking. Somebody stop him. You were carried out last time. ”

Song Bo-young mentioned next to her, Jungwoo also looked back. In the middle of the table, talking excitedly with the female researchers, she sobs her cheeks to make sure she's drunk enough.

“Yes, Song Bo-young! I'm going to sing a song. ”

“No one did. ”

“Hannah, give me a heartbeat! ”

“Let's drink quietly! It's embarrassing.”

Jungwoo kicked his tongue. I don't know if the youngest painting is right because of the force of the drink, but the senior was begging me to stay still.

“Jungwoo, how are your planning evaluations going? ”

Oh Seung-joo, who was silently leaning toward the question of the next chair, also looked at Jungwoo with an interested eye.

“I'm just thinking of a simple item. Probably · · · · · · · · · · in relation to synthetic resin. ”

A list of studies that I had organized on my laptop crossed Jungwoo's mind. Jungwoo's answer was not difficult because he entered all of the basic material fields that could be called the main work of the Middle East.

“I found a lot of interesting products made from polyurethane from KG chemistry. Bed mattresses, adhesives, bicycle seats, ski shoes, prosthetic heart valves. ”

“Oh, heart valve. Wasn't that Seung Joo's project? ”

Oh Seung Joo nodded briefly at the next seat.

Jungwoo looked at Oh Seung-ju and thought that it was a surprise all along. A style that becomes silent when drunk. As the senior at the highest level stepped back like that, the atmosphere of the banquet felt freer. A drink you don't even know your boss by.

Next to him, he patted Jungwoo on the shoulder.

“Anyway, good luck. I mean, I went through it when I was a freshman, but company research isn't just about flashing ideas, it's about being a project. They prefer something more practical. Don't be too hurt by it. ”

“Don't you think it's common for ideas to actually be adopted? ”

“Hardly. What new research project can the public present in front of flying doctors? Ah, him. A researcher at the Biomedical Center said he started his own research as soon as he joined. I heard even the lead researcher is too smart to handle it lightly. ”

Jungwoo smiled, "I know that," but he didn't notice. On second thought, I texted Dr. Moon, Jung Woo. Do I have to come out tomorrow and work?

Jiaying.

[Company regulations restrict attendance on weekends unless it is due to a specific study.]

"Wow!"

When I asked my colleague next door, I could see that the researcher, who was not on the project, could rather see him wandering around the lab on public holidays. You work when you work, you rest when you get more creative results.

‘The end of the day is more rewarding than I thought. ’

A dispatch job that started with a chill. It only took me a while to earn some extra income, but I felt like I had a very beneficial day today.

Jungwoo smiled and took a sip of beer. He glances to the left inadvertently, then flinches. It was because I was staring at Song Bo-young right next to her when she came.

“Oh, my gosh. I thought you were singing. ”

“Just one more word from Jung-hee, and I escaped. ”

Looking at the middle table, Senior Researcher Shim Jung-hee gave Jungwoo a hand, "Bo-young is blocking her mouth." Jungwoo picked up a roasted chicken wing in the oven.

“You must be hungry, sir. ”

“No · · · Town. ”

Song Young-young's eyes widened as she left it in her mouth. Jung, who was successful in carrying out the mission, signs OK to Jung-hee.

Song Bo-young, who was grinding her wings, squeezed between Jungwoo and the other senior, sat down and put the empty beer on the table.

“Give me a drink. ”

“Haven't you been drinking a lot? ”

“I'm so sober today. And I'm a hard drinker. ”

Then I sent him a smile. In the morning, I thought it was a deliberate smile, not a favor, but I thought it was just the nature of Song Bo-young.

“When I drink, I eat intensely. I'm afraid I'll get depressed if I drink it lightly. ”

I heard a bottle of stiff beer because it was not pronounced as much as I drank a lot. Song Bo-young said, "Huh!” I raised the cup in the middle.

“Leave room for Soju. ”

“Keep up the good work? You're really counting. ”

“Mix according to the quantity. ”

“Yes.”

Jung poured into the glass in search of the soju bottle was flawed. The clear liquid in the glass appeared to be gradually expanding and the inner compound began to appear.

‘Soju is simple. ’

Alcohol and water mostly. I tried to draw attention to it because it was not a molecular structure that was so interesting. However, the movement of one compound connected like a chain caught the attention of Jungwoo.

Aspartame.

Sweetening artificial sweeteners.

It was floating around in Soju, trembling as if talking.

Jungwoo guessed that the liquid in the glass was shaken by the power of Soju. However, other compounds were fine to say the same.

"Why are you making such a fuss? ’

Did he even think about it?

There are numerous aspartame molecules in the glass that vibrate together. It was a shiver of temptation that seemed to be ’Drink quickly.'

‘There are a lot of seniors here, so don't cut the film. I do a little dog impression when I'm drunk. Just like my dad.’

The moment I touched the cup with my fingertips and delivered the doctor.

A large number of aspartame molecules vibrated their bodies and then deformed their structure to the opposite shape, as if they were copied into a mirror.

What, what? ’

“Oh, dear. Why aren't you following me? ”

Song Bo-young took the soju cup and poured it on top of the beer. He whistles and raises his hand.

“Cheers!"

Song Bo-young, who smashed the glass into Jungwoo's beer cup, swallowed a sip of her vein.

And...

I spit out what I swallowed with a scream, "Phew!"

“Oh, what's wrong with this? What's this for? ”

Jungwoo tilts his head to see the aspartame molecules mixed with beer.

Did you actually just move a molecule? Am I drunk? ’

Aspartame is one of the pure enantiomers separated into two amino acids. The left tastes sweet, and the right tastes bitter.

There was a lot of right-hand men in that vein, so I was sure it would be bitter.

Jungwoo thought about this and tried tapping Bo-young's beer again just in case. The shifting structures of the aspartame molecules have been reduced to parr and restored to the original roads.

Jee, it's real. ’

Song Bo-young said, hating the next seat as she was spouting alcohol.

“Bo-young, are you drunk? Get in a cab and go home. Aren't you ashamed to have her by your side? ”

“No, sir. It tastes funny.”

“Blame it on your soda for something weird. ”

“It's true.”

“Follow me. ”

Song Bo-young poured the veil of her drink into the cup next to her. The one next to him who drank it said with a smile.

“This tastes good. ”

“No. It was weird. ”

Song Bo-young also tasted it again.

“Huh? You don't use it? ”

“You're out of your mind. Go home.”

Jungwoo coughed when he saw the scene. There was actually evidence that the molecule had been modified.

‘Again. ’

I poured soju into an empty glass to conduct a validation experiment.

Knock.

I touched it with my fingers and stuck the liquid in my mouth.

“Hehe.”

I grabbed hold of my neck with a bitter taste that I couldn't swallow. I'm sober. If soju tastes like this poison, the alcoholic beverage industry in my country will be ruined.

“What happened to Mr. Parachute? ”

“No, and I'm sorry, sir. ”

Song Bo-young looked at Jungwoo with a look of not knowing English.

“See you all Monday! ”

The banquet ended at just 10 o'clock.

While saying goodbye to each other at the entrance of the Hop House, Song Bo-young walked onto the road to catch a taxi.

“Hey, Boom. I called my deputy. You want me to drop you on the way? ”

As the road approaches, Song Bo-young shakes her head.

“I know Grandpa asked me to take care of you. It's all a burden, so stop it. ”

“Wow, we only know one and we don't know two. ”

“What?”

“You're right to say that, but you don't care what I do, you show interest. Between men and women. Don't you feel it?”

Song Bo-young opened her eyes wide.

“No way. You and I are 10 years old. ”

“Why not? ”

“Relationships should be with people who are no different from their generation. And I have more money than you. Why are you meeting your older brother? ”

“Gosh, really. ”

“I have no intention of being in a relationship right now. I'll pretend I didn't hear that. ”

I had to taste it when I took out my route and got rejected by a dagger.

“I don't think you're judging because you're drunk. I'll talk to you later.”

“You weren't that drunk? I woke up feeling a little off in the middle. ”

“That's it. I got a surrogate. I'm going.”

Song Bo-young tilted her head as she waved her hands and hurriedly walked along the road. Then I found Lim Wu standing in the middle of the class.

“Jungwoo's interview was really funny. Oh, you should have seen the look on his face. I didn't have to say it, but I was very worried. ”

“I'm sorry. Trying to be strong. ”

“No, no, no. I like that kick. There should be a researcher in the middle of the year who's so confident. They're all tied up in the lab, so they're not very active. ”

Song Bo-young put her hand on the scarf that was still wrapped around her neck. I didn't even give it back.

“Good luck. Have fun with your planning evaluations. ”

“You've been very helpful in many ways, sir! ”

Approaching Jungwoo's side, Song Bo-young opened her mouth quietly.

“You quickly became friends with your classmates. ”

When Jungwoo heard this, he turned around and saw Song Bo-young.

“You haven't left yet? I thought Jung-hee kicked me out and went home. ”

“You're kidding. ”

“No, you weren't kidding. ”

“I came out and begged for it. ”

Cook, Jungwoo smiled and started drinking, and his cheeks turned red. Song Bo-young carefully opened her mouth, looking up at the tall man.

“Hey · · · that weird guy you were talking about. ”

“Oh, him. ”

“If I ask you to go somewhere else, won't you go? ”

Jungwoo smiled bloody.

“I see.”

“Oh, this one. ”

Song Bo-young untied her scarf.

“Nice and warm. I'll get you a cup of coffee later. ”

“Coffee is good. Unless you have other intentions. ”

“Oh, should I shoot Bob? I should.”

“Coffee is fine. ”

“Aye.”

Song Bo-young also gave up halfway through asking about Dr. Chun.

Jungwoo asked me to wait for a cab.

“That's right, Sunbae. Do you have any samples left? ”

“Why is that? ”

“I'm going to paint the gate. It's an old iron gate, so it's heavily corroded. ”

“There is no longer in Jungyeon, and it is not in Cheongju factory. If you can find what you've been researching and bringing home, you'll find it. Do you want me to give you that?”

Jungwoo nods. Meanwhile, the taxi stopped by the side of the road and rang the horn.

“If you take a picture of the address, I'll send it to you by courier. Give me your cell number. ”

Song Bo-young, who heard the number, said, "I'm going.” I got into a taxi waving my hands.

“Where are you going, sir? ”

“Near the roundhouse. ”

Song Bo-young, who had just entered the number that she heard in her mobile address book and named ‘parachute Mr.’, erased it and saved it by typing the name 'Lim Woo'.

You're the same age as me, right? 26. No generation difference · · · ’

Song Bo-young whispered her head to the left and to the right as she looked back at Jungwoo, who was going away from the window.

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code: AF-12

case: Molecular communication network

research: If the sensation in the body is subjected to a particular stimulus (ex-alcohol), particles are produced that affect other molecules at the fingertips. Assumed to be colorless.