Life, Once Again!

I tied my bicycle to the storage rack and went up to the second floor with the first grade classroom. And I walked into the electron and class with a familiar step. If it was a real Go1 floor, you wouldn't have come to the second floor...... but the floor was so familiar with this classroom.

Quiet atmosphere.

Cold air.

The children sitting at the desk were poking their hands in their pockets and walking halfway around. The total number of children in the class is seven. When the floor enters the classroom, I look up and down once and do my job again. It's like watching a comic book or listening to music.

The floor sits in the middle of the fourth minute. I always sat here in high school. I can go to the store quickly and secretly get out of the teacher's sight.

‘Then I didn't support it in high school or in studying. ’

Pre-working High School.

I went to school with a friendly announcement a little distance from home.

Middle school fishing. ’

Play well and study well. Appropriate student who can cause accidents. That was the floor. The endowment was good enough to support a good humanitarian high school. Nearby, SKY realizes that the private school was a goal in the first grade of middle school but turned to reality as soon as he became a junior.

‘You have a clear memory. Things are changing. Myself.’

I remembered the story Maru talked to in the third grade of middle school. The floor now could easily remember that conversation.

Slowly, forty-five floors fade away. Instead, it becomes a flooring that is living in 2003. The floor itself was noticing forty-five floors turning into floors as a child.

“You're really starting over. ”

The predicted future is fading.

It means that a whole new life has begun.

However, the floor tried not to forget the face of his wife and daughter. The woman also said that she would be able to remember some important parts, so she didn't worry.

It was when I was thinking about the past and the future.

I heard the children talking next to me.

“Hey, did you check? ”

“Prosecutor? ”

“Oh, you did, too. ”

“I was a little scared then. I had a tattoo next to me. ”

“What happened to him? ”

“I decided to erase it because it's small. ”

“Wow, this is definitely different from the humanities. In middle school, I told my friends I had a copy and a physical exam, and they asked me what kind of criminal I was dealing with. ”

“We haven't studied much. It's not the end of the world. ”

“So.”

“By the way, do you smoke? ”

“Ah? Fiji. ”

“Shit. Let's be friends. Do you have a problem with that? ”

“Since day one. We need to see the vibe. ”

“Not really.”

The floor laughed as it listened to the conversation. I can't remember. The next day, I brought a cigarette, and one of my classmates got beaten up by a pool cue. That's him. That's him. The floor couldn't be so cute when kids were talking like they were dealing drugs with a cigarette.

At this time of the year, my friends smoked a cigarette, but I didn't become a smoker. Instead, I became the one who drove the children away, asking them why they were smoking bad things and not tasty.

One by one, the children come in half.

He's tall. He's short. A big one. A little one. Guy with glasses. Guy without glasses. Handsome. Handsome. They were children with personalities one by one. And the floor found some happy faces.

‘Suckers, it's the same. ’

The old faces of the last high school friends in the fading memory of the future. I got married one by one and became exhausted, but the last frogman on his face seemed to be still.

I couldn't remember my name, what I liked, and what memories I made together, but my heart was warm because I met an ‘old friend’ who might be my friend.

Memories fading.

"Make a new one. It's a new life. ’

God's will is to build a new relationship, not become attached to a life that you have already experienced.

The floor pulls out an MP3 and sticks it in its ear, thinking it will get closer. Kids who haven't eaten yet. Some people talk in pairs, but don't talk nonsense.

The floor thought it was because of the specialty of the school called the announcement. Obviously, when I first came into this class, I was a little freaked out by the mean kids. And of course, as I was talking, I realized they weren't so bad.

‘No, I think there really was one piece of junk. ’

I tried to concentrate, but I couldn't think of anything.

Memories fade sequentially as dominoes fall.

Less and less vacancies. The last 90 kilograms came in and looked like they were going out. Everyone stares at the child once with cautious eyes.

The child that remains in the memory of the floor. I don't remember much, but I'm sure he wasn't a bad guy.

Kick, Kick, Kick.

The old classroom door opens with a loud noise. The teacher appears to be early forty with a short pool cue on his shoulder and a attendance. The floor frowned as soon as I saw his face. Even in fading memories, bad memories with that human come to mind clearly.

“Here we go. Except for all the stuff you put in your ear. There, wake the sleeper. Hey, there. Open the window. Guys locked the door tight because it's cold. Open wide for ventilation. Fold the curtain well and push it into the corner. ”

As the teacher pointed to the queue, the children got up and opened the window. The cold wind comes through the open door. The children sitting by the window grumble and clasp their arms.

“Greetings. I'm Kim Chong-sik, the class I'm going to bore with. Subject is digital. Age 42. Married and has a son in middle school. What I like is quiet. You don't listen to me. You don't have any questions, do you? ”

No one opens their mouth.

The floor was still. Because I know it's a problem when I get involved with that human.

“I don't care if you're here because you fucked up in middle school, or because you're here on your own terms. There are only two things I want from you. First, let's listen to the teacher. Second, let's not do things that students shouldn't do. Since there are a lot of kids who are working on their studies here, don't avoid the good guys. Be nice. Do you understand?”

The teacher looked up at the children and broke the table according to the rules. The children flinched at the sound.

“When an adult speaks, you have to answer. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. From now on, if I ask you a question, tick and answer. Because I hate it the most. ”

“Yes.”

“Come on. Let's pack up and get up! ”

The children stood up with their bags and outfits.

Grrrrr.

“Don't let the bookshelves attract you. ”

In one annoying word, the children frowned and pulled out the chair neatly.

“Now, I'm going to call you number one, so sit down with your bags in order. Box one. ”

A student named Park Woo-chan came forward with a bag. Then I sat in the front seat of the first minute.

“Park Woo-chan.”

“Yes?”

“Stand up.”

When he stood up with a hesitant expression, he stabbed him on the shoulder with a cue, as if he was waiting for him.

“Answer me. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

“Don't make me say it twice. Now when you go to school, you will know the nicknames and personalities of the teachers one by one. Your seniors call me a son of a bitch. I love that nickname. Why? 'Cause I can be a real asshole. So listen up. If you don't want to get bitten by an asshole. ”

The teacher nodded, curling his lips inward.

Oh, that's him. The floor kicked its tongue to see the teacher's coercive appearance. Punishment is strictly prohibited in the future, but not now. Flooring saw a lot of teachers beating students when they were dry in high school. I don't know if it's because it's an announcement, or any other high school.

“Here. The other two. ”

When the teacher called out his name, the children answered and moved on. The floor reminds me of the army, looking at it.

Oh, my God!

I remembered one more thing. We used to call this school the Army. I suddenly remembered my memories with my friends. It's ambiguous to call it a memory.

“Floor number 40. ”

“Yes.”

“Flooring? Flooring? ”

“We mean the sky. ”

“Yeah? Anyway, sit back. ”

The floor sits at the end of the fourth minute.

The front door reopened while the teacher was shrugging. It looked like the other class teacher. The class pointed to the children in a queue.

“Be quiet, I'll be back in a minute. If you hear chatter in the hallway, it won't be fun from day one. ”

As the class went out, he breathed out loud as if he had vomited the breath they had endured.

“Wow."

“This sucks.”

“Oh, I think I got it right by the old man. ”

The children who were slow to eat become one in an instant, swearing at the classroom. The floor was fun but bitter. It's because I've heard the word "old man" a few times in my life.

“Oh! I wanted a woman teacher. ”

The floor sees the child sitting right next to him, at the end of the third minute. His name is Han Do-jin, and he and Han-kyung made up 39 times 40.

“A teacher or a teacher. ”

The floor hangs its bag next to the desk and says,

“I don't know what. If it's a girl, she'll hit you weak. Haven't you ever seen a cue with a fence? Phew, it's gonna hurt like hell if I get hit with that. ”

It was all shivering like it was creepy just thinking about it. A gesture exaggerated by a sarcastic expression. One person per class will become a comedian.

The floor felt familiar by looking at the face of a doppelganger. I think we were quite close in the future.

“Dojin?”

“Yeah. You said floors, right? What an unusual name. ”

“That's good. Don't forget to listen to it. ”

“You're a glitch. But what do you hear? ”

Dojin points to the MP3 on the floor.

“Let's go. ”

“Give it to me."

It was a sudden flutter of open hands. The floor smiles and throws the MP3 to Dojin.

“Oh, I love this song. ”

It was a pulsating flutter, nodding your head.

It was then. The door opened wide and the room came in.

“Hey."

The cue points to a surge. However, the sound of the song made the doppelganger not hear it. The floor swiftly reaches out and thrashes.

I quickly took my earphones out of my ears because I opened my eyes. But the class is already in sight.

“What did I say? ”

“ ……. ”

“Give it to me, asshole. ”

“Hey, sir. I'm sorry, I won't do that next time. ”

“Look at this guy. He talks back.”

It was a stabbing room in front of the shoulder of Dojin in a queue. One shoulder shrugs back. His face was also distorted.

Meanwhile, Dojin looks at the floor.

The floor gestures that it's fine, pointing to the frame with a jaw.

“Hey, over here. ”

“If you want to go, bring your parents' notes. ”

It was my class back at the table.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.”

“I'll find you. ”

“Stay here today. If you wait a while, I'll take care of it. ”

It was a relaxing floor. The body of the high school student or the one in it is the father of Korea who has gone through all the prenatal battles. Just because a memory is faded doesn't mean one experience is lost.

This means that the bowl is not small enough to be angry at one small thing.

“Let's look ahead. Before the class talks. ”

The floor gives you a nod.

It was then.

[I was worried about the impression, but I'm glad he's a good guy.]

There was something wrong with the floor's eyes.

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It's winter.