Life, Once Again!

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First graders disappearing with proper greetings. The floor saw the face of the second grade getting darker every time the first grade left. In particular, Yoon Jung was so frustrated that he wanted to leave it as a separate video. Other sophomores looked calm, but their insides looked no different from Yun Jing's. Nervousness spreads.

“The kids are going out. ”

Dodging whispers.

The second graders are disappearing every time they explain the theater department. Obviously, it would have been a burden for first-graders in that time and money were invested. Above all, the photo tray that you showed me with a flat nose weighed heavily.

Obviously, it was a wonderful piece of work that captured the years of the theater. At the same time, it was also evidence to show that the theater department was not an intermediate wealth.

The actors, props, and sets that were engraved on each photo were not at a ‘light’ level. I felt pressure in the photo. I understand that first graders who come to enjoy lightly leave because they are bored.

“Hmph.”

A crisp senior stepped forward. Usually, the image becomes sharper when the leader in front of it looks like an acorn.

“Everyone seems to be gone, right? ”

He was the senior who gathered his gaze as he clapped.

“Well, let me introduce you. I am a sophomore machine and Choi Min-sung. ”

Minsu looks at a woman who has a short cut.

“I'm Random. I'm a sophomore designer. I like to talk. I like to make costumes. ”

Danmi pulls the last remaining man forward. Flooring is Yun Intelligence, and he thinks he's a practical theater claim.

“It's a firewall. It's an electronics department. A proper introduction will be made when we are on the same team. ”

I know all the names of your seniors. The floor turns to the sides. There are six of us left. Four men and two women. The two women seemed to be in the same class.

‘So he came alone. ’

Big boy with a little forehead sticking out. Your mouth looks heavy and serious. He gives off an atmosphere that is hard to see.

“Are you guys going to join us? ”

Yoon Jung asks with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes.”

The first answer was the boy on the floor who was watching. I give Yoon Jung a letter of hope that I have written in advance and return to his place.

“Wow!"

Is that so good?

The floor was delighted to see the joyful appearance of Yun Jing. She's an energetic girl.

“What are you going to do? ”

The floor crumbles and asks the colonel. He gave the letter of hope to the floor as if he had already prepared it. Throw out the paper as if you didn't have to ask for a dodge.

“I will join the three of us. ”

Flooring gave Yun Jeong three letters of hope. Yun's head nods violently.

“Thank you so much. ”

Until you thank me.

The floor now sees the remaining two women. They sat on the floor, muttering something. They were the two people who decided to take the letter of hope out of the bag.

“Here.”

Six like this.

First-graders are confirmed to join.

* * *

“I'll get it by tomorrow, so if there are kids around who want to do it, bring them to me. And don't look so weird tomorrow. ”

The theater department was disbanded with the announcement of Danmi.

The floor went to the snack bar in front of the school with two friends. Dojin shot him in the face.

“Isn't Miss Danmi pretty? ”

“I'm Yoon Jeong. Oh, and they're cute, too. ”

The colonel put the horse in his mouth and said,

“Son of a bitch. You pretended to be shy, and you saw all the girls? ”

“Well, it's not like that. ”

“I don't think so. It's natural that a man likes a woman. Right, Maru? ”

The floor nods.

Theatre Department. I signed up once, but there were a few things that bothered me. First of all, there were no third graders. The 2002 Photo Library clearly contained all the third and second graders who had graduated this year, and all the first graders who are now in the theater department's second grade.

Even though you dropped out of school because of your career, all the second graders who looked like that took off from the theater department?

It was a strange thing to see. It was a flooring in 2001 and 2000. It was the first time in the third grade that there were fewer of them, but none of them were there.

‘There's a problem. ’

Often, they looked like they were hiding something. It was not just the first graders who felt sorry for their first graders.

“Then why aren't there any third-graders? ”

I guess that's what the crust was. The public is also humbled and lost in thought.

“Do you know who the teacher is? ”

The floor asks Dojin. From the first day of school, my friend swept all over the place and swept away the knowledge of the restaurant location, half location, and how many people were there. Maybe you know this, too?

“Of course I do. I looked at it on a desk computer. He teaches our country. ”

“Mr. Park Tae-sik? ”

“Yeah. Class is sleepy, but nice. At least I don't lose for no reason. ”

Teacher Park Tae-sik was also looking at the floor well. The way to teach the class was a teacher who seemed to have a strange feeling, but who also told the old stories for the middle students. Like the language teacher, he is popular with children.

Dojin woke up to order more, saying he didn't have enough Tteokbokki. A man walks in with the snack bar door open.

‘Not for you. ’

I was a Park Tae-sik teacher.

* * *

He waved his hand at the three people in the snack bar.

“You guys are late. You're not going home. ”

“He's grooming his brotherhood. ”

That's what Dojin, the fussy one, said.

Thirteen years of teaching. In short and long, there were several promises that pregnancy made to itself in the life of a long teacher, one of which was to memorize the names of the students.

Hey, you, don't call her that.

Let's call him by his own name.

That's why Taichuk remembers the names of the decent children. Some of the kids don't remember because they've only been here a week.

For example, Dojin remembered, but he couldn't remember the name of the little boy who was looking at him afterwards.

Was it h-cool? Phew. I'm sorry. I haven't memorized it yet. ’

It is true that if you have a noticeable behavior like Dojin, you will be remembered immediately. Such meek kids honestly don't remember much.

‘She's on the floor. ’

A boy with a unique name in electronics and class B. The name is so unusual, the other teachers said, "One word? I know."

“It's good to play with friends. But we still have to eat. Eat this for a snack. ”

“Don't worry! I'm going to go home and squeeze. ”

“Yes. You have to eat a lot to grow up. ”

Taichuk asked Mrs. Foods to wrap Tteokbokki, Sundae, and Fries. After the school meeting, I went up to the theater room and saw the children whining and unpacking. As I can see, I think I'll be late at night, so I came to the snack bar to buy some snacks.

“Sir, I have a question. ”

I looked back at the voice of the calling. The floor is looking at you. Eyes straight from the chin. I thought the floor's father would be pretty strict. At that age, the equation was not seen from the floor.

The atmosphere of such a floor was the atmosphere of empathy for other teachers. Especially the class of former and B class said that they liked the floor because it was so mature.

“Huh. What is it? ”

“We joined the Theatre Department today. ”

“Ah! Six of you came in, three of you. ”

Thai asked Mrs. Mak for more fries because she was happy. I put the crispy fries in front of the children.

“Thank you."

“I'll eat well. ”

Dojin and Daegu greet with chopsticks. The floor said without even looking at the fritters to see if the curiosity was more urgent than the food.

“So what do you want to know? ”

“There were only four of you in second grade today, and I didn't see any in third grade. ”

“Ah……. ”

Tai Lung smiled bitterly. I stabbed myself in the sore corner right away. You're probably wondering why there's no third grade.

“What happened? The second-graders felt like they were hiding something. ”

The two people moving their chopsticks excitedly next to each other on the floor's words pucker their eyes. Like he didn't notice at all.

The insight is sharp. The two of them want to know and confirm what they don't feel guilty about. I thought it was definitely a little different from the age of the floor.

“There was something going on. ”

“I see.”

You know, nod your head and say, "I'll eat well. It was a floor.”

I was a little embarrassed. It is normal to ask the story behind the scenes. Why there is no third grade. Why does the second grade look like that? What the hell happened? It was my turn to ask those questions, but the floor didn't.

“Aren't you curious? ”

Eventually, Thai asked me first.

“I'm curious. ”

“I want to know. ”

Dojin and the colony responded. However, the floor that led to this question shook its head.

“I'll hear it from you next time. I guess that's true. ”

“... Yes. Yeah, you better hear it from them. ”

I woke up at the sound of the lady's voice that the food was already packed. Then stand up at the same time. The other two stare at the floor's behavior and wake up late.

Taichuk looked like the detachment of his old subordinates at work.

‘My father taught me well. I'm not going anywhere to be hated. ’

After leaving the snack house with three greetings, he walked a little and then turned back. The lady who was stirring the Tteokbokki outside said, "Did you leave something?” I asked.

“I'll count theirs. How much?”

“6000 won.”

“Yes, here it is. ”

That's when the floor inside meets the snow. The floor bows. Suddenly, Thaksin smiled.

‘Eat a lot. Late comers.’

* * *

“Ouch. The money's hard. ”

It was a wave of love. I walk around talking about whether the house is the same direction as Daemyung.

I knew it was time to stick together. The floor looked at the two floating friends and dragged the bicycle home.

As I started getting warmer and warmer, I finished my homework as soon as I arrived at home.

And she said, “You're all grown up.” While doing it, I coughed as if something was funny.

“Mom, I might be late on Saturday. ”

“Why?”

“I heard the club. Theatre Department.”

“Really? Don't take too long. ”

“It's okay. I'll call you as soon as I'm late. ”

“Ugh. I don't care whose son she says she is. You don't need your allowance, son? ”

“There's still plenty. ”

“What's the matter? You're always saving up to buy shoes. ”

Mom pulls out a ten-dollar bill.

“Take it. Use it when you need it. ”

“Put it on the household bill. Students don't need money. ”

“…… what's wrong with you? ”

“I'm a grown-up. Just give me the sea, not me. I need money to hang out. ”

The floor pushes the dumbfounded mother away and closes the door. To have a fun and enjoyable life, you need to study. I don't intend to succeed by studying. I realized my focus on studying was terrible in my previous life.

‘But you should never be unable to do it because of studying. ’

When I was a child, I did not understand what the adults said.

Math feeds you?

Physics feeds you?

Why are we doing this?

This was all I could think about. Of course, I learned through the world that they don't feed us. But I also experienced with my body that they offer a variety of choices.

Expand your options.

That's what studying means to the floor.

But...

“Shit.”

It doesn't work on your mind.

“It's hard to be dirty. ”

A floor with a fan on it.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.