Life, Once Again!

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Suddenly, a meteor appeared from the sky. Flaming meteor. In a flash, the surrounding area is bitten by darkness. It's a success underneath. Students come out screaming.

"Help me!"

Circumstances of incision.

I don't think anyone can survive.

It was then.

The school split to the left and to the right. A great light flows from the cracks. At the same time, the school changes shape gradually. With a loud noise, the structure of the building changes.

And...

A robot of the clear white appeared in the crack.

Robots fly through the sky. At the same time, you smash the meteor with a flying kick.

"I'm alive!"

So the successful students lived happily ever after.

The end.

It's the end of life, again, for the bored.

Thank you for reading. Goodbye.

Those of you who aren't bored, let's get on with it.

* * *

At first, I thought it was a joke. I thought you were just saying that. However, everyone was ducking for a moment because of the increasingly serious smile. When the fifth floor hall wheezing gear, which is about 60 meters long, reaches the end, he applauds and says, as if he smiled.

“Go back. Take your hands and feet off. ”

Smile demonstrates directly Tear off your wrists and ankles whenever you move. Walk for three steps and also release the neck to the left and right. And start walking again.

“Go.”

The members rush back to their positions, as the smile taught them. Exercise your vocal chords in line.

“I feel like my throat is open. ”

What does it feel like? The floor reminded me of when I went to work. The trader shows me the cyan, ‘I feel like this.' I remember saying. vague but must do.

“Ahhhh!”

I shouted again, leading the Middle Ages.

This time everyone's voice is louder than just a little bit higher. It goes on and on and on again with the dew. The dew glances forward as if to emit a sweet voice.

And...

“Duck steps."

I can't help but smile.

Up to this point, the floor thought:

More than one to hold his breath. Maybe they're trying to bend over and listen to you.

I'll do it a few times.

But realizing it was wrong didn't take long.

* * *

“Huff, huff, huff... ”

The brittle sweat drips away. The floor looks like a devil with an arm-wrestling smile at the end of the hall. The remaining four men claw their fingers and walk away.

Training has already started at 9 o'clock. The training circles, which were vocal and duck steps, were now infinite duck steps.

It repeats itself relentlessly.

“Duck, quack, quack. Chick!”

“Phew... Medicine... Phew!! ”

Four left.

Junghyuk, Taejoon, Flooring, and Stone used evil.

Since 50 minutes had passed, all that remained of these four were the instruments. Duck stride that only bothers your thighs. Bike rides and workouts make the floor look heavy. My thighs will burst with needles.

I exhaled individually and arrived again in front of my smile.

“Hey, I like your eyes. ”

Smile with delight.

What's a woman doing? The floor bites her teeth to calm the wobbly bridge.

“How are you holding up? ”

“…… Yes. ”

That's the crawling answer. I've only been ducking for an hour. Are you going to make it? It was the four people who responded admittedly to the remaining arrival.

“Sit comfortably. And you guys over there, staring at the wall! ”

A smile cries out across the hall. It's a whirlwind. The dropouts turn their heads, unable to keep up their pace.

“Run!”

“Yes!! ”

The remaining members of the team stand behind four sweaty men. Everyone gazes at the four who gasp with their sad eyes.

“The one who fell first. ”

“Yes!”

The colonel replies: "I'm nervous. I'm nervous."

“There's a pokari by the door, so bring it. ”

“Yes!”

A squadron leaps through the back door of the fifth floor auditorium. The floor huffs and watches him. The slowpoke moves like a run-down rookie.

I shared the ionized drink I brought. A brief break, the four survivors groan and massage their thighs.

“Drink and answer."

“Yes!”

“Second graders.”

“Yes!”

“What theater was it last year? ”

“I went to the theater festival in the city and the theater festival at the Rain University. ”

Yun Jeong replied, "You'll get a pretty good manager."

“What about regionals? ”

“…… I didn't leave. ”

“Speak plainly. Maybe he didn't make it out. ”

Yun Jeong breaks his lower lip. I have a lot to say, but I can endure it with a lot of pressure.

“Before we get started, why this famous theater department? ”

“ ……. ”

“Sit down.”

“Yes.”

Yoon Jung sat down. A smile was placed on the buttocks of the graft chair.

“Freshmen.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know how many plays youth play in Korea? ”

Everyone was silent to the question of a smile.

I also didn't know anything about the floor.

“Don't you have one? It's okay at least a little bit.”

Then one of them quietly raises his hand.

Root stone.

“I knew it. Tell me. ”

“The biggest event is the National Youth Fair. Hosted by the Korean Theatre Association, it is the largest event sponsored by the Ministry of Education and Cultural Arts Committee of Korea. ”

“That's right."

“Similarly, there are national units, but also companies and universities that host events. Famous places include Gangwoo University Theatre Festival, Society Theatre Festival, and State University Theatre Festival. ”

“You're right.”

“There are also tryouts and theater events at the National Youth Theatre Festival and at the Association. ”

“That explains the mothballs. Good job."

A smile applauded the first-graders.

‘That's different. ’

He came all the way out here on the stage. I thought that the floor would be a pretty successful actor.

‘But I don't think I've heard the name of the actor Hong Geun-suk in the future. ’

His brother was famous for his mouth pains in two words, but he had never heard of his brother. You're such a passionate friend. Is something going on?

I don't need to worry.

What's going to happen to that kid who walks upright with his dream of being an actor?

After a moment of concern, the floor shakes slightly.

This life is not an extension of the last one. It's a life that starts from the beginning. The result cannot be the same.

Although the changes that a single encounter brings may initially seem comparable, those minor differences may later turn into minor differences.

Of course, the floor did not think it was such a great role. The protagonist of the life of Hong Geun-suk is Hong Geun-suk. One of the guys there must have been in the play with him.

‘But what if. ’

If there's a moment that could help him.

The floor wanted to help him as much as possible. It is the role of an adult to support a young child living in a dream.

The gaze of the floor and the cornerstone met for a moment. I tilt my head as if to see what's going on. The floor shrugs, smiling.

“All high school theater clubs across the country are targeted at the National Youth Theatre Festival organized by the Korean Theatre Association. In the summer holidays, there is the main ship, and before that there are local qualifications. The Gyeonggi-do here is divided into four areas to spread the qualifications. In short, you can enter the national theater system by winning a gold medal in the regional theater system, and you can enter the national theater system by winning a gold medal in the competition theater system. The start of the schedule is in June. What month is it?”

“March.”

“It's tough, right? March's coming up, so the real practice period is two months, three months on schedule. ”

The eyes of sophomores change with a smile on the national youth theater.

“Go, instructor. Are we going to the National Theater Festival? ”

“Isn't that obvious? ”

“Yes?”

Danmi gives you a stupefied face. It's a face that I didn't even think of. Yoon Jeong-eun said, "Oh my God.” I love it.

“Hey, instructor. ”

Junghyuk raises his hand.

“Why?”

“We don't have a third grade. ”

“I know. I'll do it with 12 people here. ”

“ ……. ”

“We talked about something else for a minute. So let's go back to what we saw, and let's talk about why this theater department is such a mess. I heard everything from the teacher, so I can explain...... What do you want to do? Do you want me to do it or do you want to explain? ”

Smile looked at the sophomores.

Yun Jung smiled again when he said he was attending the National Theater Festival.

“Maybe you'd better do it, huh? Well, let me explain to the kids what theater was in Cheongcheon. ”

A smile that indicates the first grade with a chin.

“The Cheongcheon Theatre Department. It's a name my P.T. made up. It's been 13 years. ”

A smile that says it's a pity. Look up at the ceiling of the fifth floor auditorium. There you can see the floor. He was also in the play.

“Oh, you didn't explain, did you? I'm your leader. Chungcheon 1. You must be 13. ”

I knew it.

She smiles at the children with a straight face.

“It was all freshman year. A new student joining a new teacher in a newly built building. I dug it all up. At the time, the club was created by the students. That's how theater was born. The gynecologist was very helpful. He's not old, by the way. You know, like 13 years ago. ”

It looks like you've entered resting mode. She plays well and keeps her education policy. After that, the children also took a more comfortable position, exhaling.

“I never wanted to go to the theater. I was busy painting. At that time, my dream was pure cartoonist. I sketched people when they were painting the remains. Anyway, I'm sending him off like that, and some nut job wants to do a play. He was a complete lunatic. He was yelling at everyone in his class to play. Phew. ”

He said that his smile was disgusting, but his expression was mild. I seem to miss that time a lot.

“After all, a madman and a fertility teacher were led by the theater department. But the funny thing was that everyone around him was a total idiot. It was chaos, but it was serious during the play. More than anyone.”

A smile left me for a moment. About five minutes later, a smile appeared with the album. The first album of the Theatre Department.

A smile opens the album saying, "Bam." Some photos have changed to yellow due to poor storage and some have been torn.

A smile comes out of one of them.

A picture of 17 people on stage smiling brightly. The award is on the hand and the banner on the back reads, ’Target of the National Youth Theatre'.

“Did you win your first contest? ”

I'm serious about the stones.

The smile nods as if it were natural.

“As long as you enter the competition, your goal is to win. Competition for a good experience? Screw that dog clapping. I told you, the maniac's been running the show, so I'm rounding up the maniac. Oh, right. I was an idiot, too. Anyway, after I joined, I got all riled up and I practiced that I should die. Thank you for your time in class. Practice after school. On the weekends. I did, but the play came first. After lunch, gather to practice, and if the teachers insist that it's noisy, go up to the roof and practice. I squeak at the playground and get thirsty. I nailed a saw to make a stage, and then I bleed. ”

It was a smile that gradually turned into a sad expression as I took it out. She looks at the picture and says, "She seems to see the distant past."

“I didn't get a consultation at the time, so I asked the other kids at the school theater department a lot. I was greatly ignored. Especially the one next to us. What have you changed to global now? It was quite famous there, too, as a play. The teacher said at that time: Theatre isn't just about getting ready to roll around like you guys. And we showed them. As a result.”

Smile shows the picture holding the award again.

Everyone in it laughed so beautifully.

The floor was dazed and looked at the picture. The famine in the photograph was enormous. 13 years ago, but the momentum seemed to pass through time and space to himself.

“Such was the cleanliness. In the 2nd term, we didn't win the target because of the loonies escaping, but we won the Medal of Honor. But……. ”

His face is stiff.

I look at the second grade as if I'm not interested.

“How did I end up like this? ”

A smile crooked his chin and looked at Yun Jing.

"Explain it to the first-graders."

Yun Jing stood up helplessly. Everyone's gaze is on Yun Jeong. There's no such thing as vibrant energy. The wilderness itself.

"I should have told you before, but I'm sorry I'm late. I told you before, our seniors and comrades quit the play."

I pause, then sigh.

A falling head. Yun Jing flinches for a moment, then raises his head again.

"It was an accident that stopped the theater department... with you."

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

The world is made of me and you.

And you and I are not the same.

And eventually you have a disagreement.

But sometimes people misinterpret it.

Wrong article?

Unfortunately, I'll see you next time. Here's what I can tell you.

And you can say,

Goodbye.

That's what it is.

Just like that.

Isn't that right?

It gets crowded if you go further.

If any of you are reading me to waste your heart, please stop.

I don't want that.