Let Me Be Reborn

* * *

“Hey, isn't it weird to be honest? ”

“What?”

Lunchtime.

The national vocal choir student restaurant was forming the phosphorus seal as usual.

On the dining table are 2,000 won white pans and 3,000 won stir-fried beef made from fine produce.

Two boys were eating in response to poverty.

“No, I mean you. How come you still don't have a girlfriend on your face? ”

“It's not me. ”

Compared to his feverish expression, the motivator who accepted him was not very interested. However, Tae-young persistently asked.

“Maybe we should go out with him? ”

“Who?”

“Why in the Department of Folding Art · · · · ·. ”

Physical education and freshman year were on a date with art and girls at MT. The atmosphere was good that day, but the couple connected after returning to the university was never. Just in case, it was a predictable end.

“Ah, the prettiest sister? ”

“What was your name again? ”

“With him?”

“No, I don't think that's the name. Yes, Eden. ”

“That's right, Songs. ”

“It was a strange atmosphere back then, wasn't it? ”

Taeyoung recalled the memories of that time.

While everyone was talking and playing together, the lesson disappeared first and then the song disappeared as well.

“How do you remember all that? What a memory.”

“Because I took her at the time. ”

Taeyoung fell in love with Eden at first sight.

He was unofficially called ‘Goldfish’, a nickname that he had just fallen in love with.

“Oh, you were aiming for another kid. It was a car.”

“Hey, Sissy, I kicked it first! ”

“Anyway. As a result. ”

“Actually, Eden was after you at first. But I watched her disappear the way you did. ”

“Oh, that's ridiculous. If you were dating, you'd say you'd be together. Why would you hide it from us? ”

“So I'm saying. Is there some kind of secret?

Taeyoung kept talking, but someone picked up a plate in front of the two of them's tables. It was the same with Nayeon, who was the same woman's motivator.

“If you haven't eaten yet, come eat with us. ”

“Hello, Tae-young, hello Kyung-min. ”

“Here's a couple. ”

“What did he say? Why are we a couple? ”

At Taeyoung's mockery, Nayeon laid down the plate and shed her eyes.

“We stick together all the time. Did he have his arms crossed last time? Beneath the bottleneck.”

“Do you want me to hold your arm or not? ”

“Eat well. If you don't want to get beat up while eating. ”

“Take me out. Tae Young did it all by himself. ”

Nayeon and Green showed no disrespect among the male comrades. Because I didn't see them as men, I treated them as homosexuals.

“But what kind of business were you in? At first, I thought you were blabbing. ”

Taeyoung answered the question of green.

“That's right. We should ask all of you. Don't you think there's something wrong with him? ”

“What?”

“Huh?"

“Why don't I have a girlfriend yet? ”

When Taeyoung asked, she kept her mouth shut. Green avoided noticing something like a human.

In fact, they had some experience with teachings and threesome, so they knew some of his secrets. Why I don't have a girlfriend. No, I don't know why I'm not seeing a girl.

“Don't you think women are attractive? ”

“Who?”

“Is that you, Dean? ”

“Come on, guys like that. When a man is very handsome and decent, but not when he sees a woman. ”

Nayeon tugged her tongue out.

‘No way. My brother would want to date both of us · · ·. ’

I thought of green as well.

‘You don't know your brother very well. You're an animal. ’

When the two people didn't have a different reaction, Taeyoung became frustrated again.

“How does it look to you? Teach as a man.”

“Hmm · · · ·. Handsome.”

“I'm in good shape. ”

“Is that the type of person you want to be with? ”

“Then why do I have to answer this question? ”

“You and weird. Are you my brother's stalker?”

Taeyoung was startled by their aggressive reactions.

‘What, did I say something I shouldn't have? ’

“No, I didn't mean it like that and it's weird · · ·. ”

“That's not weird. ”

“Good luck to you, Tae Young Kim. The other day, you were so close to art and her. ”

“Who's the nigger? I kicked it.”

When Taeyoung took pride, she snorted.

“Hmph! That's funny. There's a rumor going around that you're golden. We don't have enough girls, so now you're going to the art department to make a scene? ”

“From us? Did Tae-young work for us and the girls? ”

Kyung-min, who was still eating, asked as if he was surprised.

Suddenly, Taeyoung blurted out.

“No, like that. I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with you. ”

“Who was that? Jung and Kyung-hee?”

“From the sixth note to Kyung-hee Kang? ”

“Hey, Tae Young Kim. Only the prettiest ones. ”

“I really don't! My comrades were already done with Saturn! ”

“Really?"

“Last time I saw you, you were hanging out with a Japanese exchange student. Is he working? ”

“How many are there? Tae Young Kim, you're such a cheater. ”

Taeyoung couldn't hide his unfair heart from his comrades.

‘Man, it wouldn't be so unfair if you did something about it. ’

In the end, Tae-young had to bring up a conversation without any reason, and then she couldn't recover her original message and became droopy. As the topic faded moderately, he said as if he had excused his lessons.

“I think it's because I study too hard that you don't have a girlfriend. ”

“Yes, you always go to the library at night to study. You don't have time to meet a girl. ”

“Ahh · · ·. A handsome man who works hard for his studies. The world is so unfair. Taeyoung?”

“Hey! Why are they taking me? ”

At that time, Kyungmin, who was eating stir-fried meat, said a word.

“By the way, I saw you sitting in the cafe. ”

“Cafe?”

“Alone?”

When Nayeon and Green showed more interest than needed, Kyungjin was startled and replied.

“Ugh, yeah. I went to say hi, and she was writing something on the exercise floor. ”

“Have you been studying at the cafe lately? ”

“Oh no · · · ·. I was curious. I heard you're writing a contest. ”

“Contest?”

“Are you going to the competition? ”

“Oh! That's it. ”

Taeyoung shuddered as if he knew something.

“He said he was going to do a Korean literature piece. There's not much of a deadline left, but he was probably wearing it. ”

“Korean Moonye?”

“Wow, are you trying? ”

“No, it's not poetry. It's fiction. You told me that the other day. ”

“Wow, that's cool. I can't believe my handsome brother was a literary boy. ”

“Your muscles are awesome. ”

Taeyoung was overwhelmed with the look of Nayeon and Green glaring at his eyes.

"Tsk, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sure he'll keep quiet. You're so handsome. ’

Taeyoung was so envious of the lesson. In fact, what he was really jealous of was the great object of his lessons.

‘I can't believe my handsome brother is that good. It's so unfair. It's a good thing I don't have much interest in women. ’

He still knew nothing about the lessons.

* * *

Taun, who was writing in the cafe, twitches his little finger at his ear.

“What, who's talking about me? Why are your ears so itchy? ”

The doctrine behind his ear covered the novel that was about to be dismantled and spread its base for a while.

“Ahem, I'm so tired of writing novels early in the morning because of the break. I'm gonna smoke a cigarette. ”

He left the coffee shop and asked for a cigarette.

[My Lord, have you finished all your novels?]

"Yeah, except for the last shot. By the way, the fountain pen is very useful. ’

I looked at the fountain pen that he had stuck in his pocket.

It was an item that doubled my writing skills by smoothly refining sentences and enriching vocabulary.

[Did the night experience help you a lot?]

"Of course, people use it more vividly the way they go through it. ’

[I think Lee Chan Myung, Lee, Dou Hoon's biological father, used to say that a lot.]

Oh, right. Is he a famous novelist, too? ’

[Yes, unlike my father, Lee Do-hun lacked literary qualifications.]

‘He was just exercising. And how can you write a novel as a child of a novelist? I'm not a physical like an athlete. ’

[Is that so? I hope this works as well as the work I put into it.]

‘I feel good somehow. Especially since it happened yesterday. I read it again, and it was fun even though I wrote it. ’

[It's the calibration effect of the fountain pen.]

‘Anyway, that's me. I wrote it myself. ’

[Now we just have to finish the contest.]

"No, I don't think I can give you the manuscript. I was told to work on the word and submit it by mail · · ·. But there's no use for computers. ’

[You have a teaching assistant? Last time I checked, you left a computer in your office.]

‘Oh, I did. I need to contact the democracy. ’

In a long time, he called his assistant, Kang Democrat. A moment after the signal rings, the democracy receives a call with an office tone.

Student, what's going on?

He notices in her voice that a private call is unavailable.

“Yes, assistant teacher. I was wondering if I could use your office computer. ”

I'm in the auditorium for a graduate seminar. The door should be locked by now.

“So can I come over and get the key? ”

No, I forgot one important document. No, I want you to stay here and help me clean up. I'll be right back. I put a code in the file because it contains personal information. Yeah, I'm fine.

The democracy finished speaking with someone next to it, and then said to him again.

I'll see you in the office in 10 minutes.

“Thank you."

He hung up his phone and laughed.

‘Seeing that she's coming, our female must be getting impatient. ’

What's a female to the assistant teacher?]

"Your assistant should be your assistant. I think about fucking students all the time. ’

[You tamed him like that, didn't you?]

"A round of applause should come in hand-to-foot. I just did what I wanted to do because my personality is genuine. ’

[By the way, you continue to have a persistent relationship with the Democratic Ocean despite achieving SMmaster greatness.]

‘There's nothing I can do. After all, democracy is my academic gym and teaching assistant. I'm going to have to face him for three years, whether I hate it or not, and I can't just drop the kite without thinking. ’

[3 years · · · ·. It's been a long time. Can you be a ranker in it?]

Isn't the speed enough? Heavy water is right around the corner. ’

[It's not an easy problem to think about. It's easy to get to the bottom of the game, isn't it? Though your growth is remarkable.]

It's hard to grow as fast as it is now. ’

[Of course, many of the remaining achievements will not be as stringent as your personality, and the missions that earned you points will increase in difficulty. And if it's heavy, we have to be vigilant to the PK Conference in case we don't know.]

"That's right. PK? Tell me about them. ’

[PK Group · · · ·.]

* * *

In the early morning, the Blood Seed room was unprepared.

It was time for the main clientele students to go to school, so all that remained were all the lung guests who had stayed up all night.

The Albine situation woke up those customers one by one and organized them.

“Sir, please wake up. We're out of semen.”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The guest could not wake up easily because he was deep asleep.

The situation that was tapping my shoulders muttered to myself.

“Come · · · ·. I have to get rid of it before Ms. Grant arrives. ”

The boss who came to meet the settlement every morning was famous for being picky with late night Alba. Despite the inevitable 24-hour turnover of nearby shops, early morning sales were actually weekly and incomparably different.

After deducting the labor cost from the electric tax, he often failed to fulfill his duties, so he left it to Alba in the morning to clean the toilets and clean up the store. Even so, he thought that weekly Alba and equity were right.

When I looked at the watch, I shook my head on the keyboard and grabbed the shoulders of a fallen guest.

“Sir! You have to get up! ”

“Ahh · · ·. ”

“Oh, you're awake. Semen complete.”

“Semen? Did I dream that? ”

A customer suddenly looks at Satakuni. I thought to myself that I was watching it.

"Wow, are you really a lung? It's a good thing the PC room is prepaid. I think he would have eaten 100 percent in the old days. ’

“That's not it, sir. Time's up. I have to clean up before my shift. ”

The situation didn't even get up from his seat, but he started cleaning out his computer seat. The headset was hooked onto a loop, the keyboard was turned upside down, and the mouse line was tightened to look good.

The man who was treated like a preacher asked me to keep the current cleanup quiet.

“But when is your boss coming to work? ”

“Yes?”

“Your boss. ”

“Ms. Grant will be here soon. He works two hours before his week's work. Why is that?”

The man said without answering, he was talking to himself.

“Deng. I've been waiting since dawn, but I'm so tired. Hey, Alba. Bring me some coffee. ”

“Beverages are prepaid. ”

“I know your boss. I'll talk to the boss later, so just give me a drink first. ”

The situation was ridiculous.

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