Life, Once Again!

* * *

I don't really remember how I got to school. When I woke up, I fell on my desk. I can see him snoring and sleeping. Sleeping in secret.

I looked ahead for a minute, just in case. The colony is expanding.

“Girls, stay alert and get ready for class. ”

Electronic logic time.

The floor awakens the fallen ridge.

It's lunchtime in four hours.

I don't know if I can hold out until then.

‘I have to study...... ’

Bloop-oop-oop-oop.

Life.

It is not just what it wants.

* * *

“I survived.”

As soon as the papercutting finished the 4th doctrine, the words were spoken. The floor is bowed down and says, "I'm going to sleep.” I said.

“Are you both okay? ”

A stumbling crowd. Yesterday, he received a special guidance from a smile. It was rolling, jumping, crawling, not going crazy.

‘Is your voice an excuse and your purpose is to burn your body? ’

Stingy thighs. I think I need to rest today.

“I'm so-so. What about you?”

“Me?”

The public smiles and points fingers at their feet. I can see the calves trembling like they're hard to even stand on.

“Speaking of.... ”

The public smiles shyly.

* * *

“Whew.”

“Ha.”

A floor and a ridge that stand on either side with a large group in the middle. I couldn't leave my friend who said he couldn't walk, so I carried him because I couldn't go to the restaurant. A long line. I'm waiting in the back, and I see a freshman holding a similar pose on the floor.

Legs bent steadily. Round waist. Hands that continuously rub thighs.

“Hong Geun-suk.”

The floor calls out a sound. The square stone, about six metres ahead, looks back. He smiles faintly, making sure the floor looks like it. Compassion flows in strange places.

Although he does not smile well in the theater room, he laughs well in places other than the theater room. That would be the cornerstone. You must be taking it seriously, the theater.

What about me? ’

It's week 4 after the beginning of my life. Adaptation is over. No, it's better to accept it than to accept it.

Adaptation is the perfect way to melt into this moment of life.

Compared to me.

It hasn't melted yet.

I have no choice. The past 45 years have been etched into this head, into this soul. Detailed memories, important memories, are faded so I don't remember, but the feelings and realizations that I experienced back then remain intact.

We don't know the exact numbers, but we do know which companies the report relates to and which contexts are important.

High 1's body.

45-year-old mentality.

I saw the advance and the colony.

These two must be friends. He's a great friend.

But...

In the corner of my mind, I don't think of them as my best friend, but my little brother, maybe my friend's son.

Is that a bad thing?

I don't know yet.

I've never experienced it. Living twice. There is nowhere to consult on this bizarre situation. In the end, you have to solve it yourself.

Ask me.

Answer me.

I will have to come up with my own answers in countless ways. The path is right and wrong, and you can't know it right away. When I return to 45 years old, I will be able to answer this question.

Oh, I see.

I lived well.

Or…….

“Hey, let's go. ”

Dodger's jaw. The front of the line decreased.

“Yes, let's go. ”

Let's go for now.

* * *

Class is over. I don't remember what I learned today. Just a trace of it remains, like the salary that passes through the account.

“Huaaaam.”

A flutter of yawning and flapping waves.

“Let's go home. I'll shoot him on the way. ”

“Good riddance. ”

“Daemyung! Let's go! ”

The colony sits in front of the first minute is struggling.

“How did you get to school in the morning? ”

“If you're late, your class will scold you. I've come to live and die. Heheheh heh.”

Dojin holds the Great Person's Bag for you. Dojin and his men walk out the back door, chattering in agony last night. The floor was about to follow them with the bag.

“Hey, give me a cigarette. ”

A voice with a giggling smile. The floor turns. What I see is Jung Chang-hoo sitting on the sidewalk and the buttocks of the desk.

They used to only fit together once, but they seemed to have completely split up since that day. Behind the window, there are children who used to hang out with each other.

The faces are bright as one.

It doesn't feel like multiple vices persecuting minorities. Just a natural face like asking a friend for a favor.

I didn't like the floor.

Some of them don't know what they're doing, and they just follow their friends around.

And there will be those who create that atmosphere.

Those who don't know and those who know.

No, I don't like people who don't know better. If you get into trouble, say, "I didn't know." Kids who will say, ”

“Give me a cigarette. ”

It's a window where you kick your desk legs. At the very least, I looked up at the prosperity and I said, "It's not small.” I said.

Then Changhui laughs loudly.

“Son of a bitch. I'll say no if you don't. Why are you so short? Cute.”

A blue pack of cigarettes falls on the desk.

“Hey, open this. And don't be too scared. Son of a bitch. You were a good kid.Hey, don't bother. He's a good kid. ”

Kick-kick-kick. A sneaky smile spreads. The floor watched the scene quietly. Yellow buds means they're watching this. That reminds me. There was one piece of junk in the class.

“Muck. Let's hang out next time. Huh? The girls asked me where you were. I tried to tell you the truth, but I thought about your face and I sort of looked around. I mean, yeah? You know what I'm saying. ”

Changhua pushes a cigarette pack with his detection.

A pack of cigarettes hanging from the edge of your desk.

“I'm going. ”

Changhua stands still and walks toward the rear door.

The floor stared at his face.

“Why?”

“Just.”

“…… crawl on your own. Huh?”

“It's me. ”

The floor stood up and tapped his back. Changhua smiles and shakes his head to get out. The children of Changhua stare at the floor once.

That used to look cool back then.

I understand the floor.

Belonging.

A prestigious university student, a large corporation when ready for work, and an employee when employed. There are roughly groups of people who want to be in each age.

Society built that framework.

Very hard.

In high school, they want to be part of a group called the Playing Gang, united by simple power logic that does not involve capital logic.

Of course, there is a personal car.

But...

It would be an undeniable reality to think of wanting to be part of that group rather than being defeated by that group.

I hold the cigarette in my hand. A flabby cigarette case. While I was standing for a moment, I suddenly opened the cleaning box in the back of the classroom and took out my broom.

A broom with a wooden trunk.

I'm leaving the classroom with a pale face with a cigarette pack. His eyes were not suspicious.

Maybe they're fighting a big fight.

The floor grabs a passage along the side.

“Let go.”

“Do you want me to pick up a barrel with that? ”

“Do you want me to start with you? ”

“You've been very patient. What's the matter now? ”

“Patience? Fuck. Yeah, I've had it. I tried to study properly here and go to university. But I can't. I've got to get these bastards to safety. ”

It was a step away from my arm. But the floor wouldn't let go. Rather, I empowered them more.

My eyes are slightly distorted. As hard as I can, I can't shake the floor.

‘My body has always been strong. ’

The floor looked straight at the floor.

“Does it bother you to be mocked? ”

“Would that make you feel better in fucking hell? ”

“Stop cursing. What an admirable thing to say. ”

“Oh, fuck! What are we doing? ”

I grabbed the collar of the floor with my left hand, screaming. The floor shrugs.

“Weren't you reflecting? ”

“What?"

“Or did I miss it? Did you just put up with it because you were annoyed? Is that it?"

“What nonsense. ”

“It's what you did, what they do. ”

“…… Me? ”

“Dojin said. The kid he was messing with kept having dreams. And when I was stuck alone in the room, I remembered their voices. Don't you? ”

The words shook my eyes.

At the same time.

A clear speech bubble is created over his head.

[You're just like me. How did you know?]

It was embarrassing.

I realized that there have been a lot of changes in my behavior and facial expressions over the past few days because of the strange increase in observation even when I think of myself.

The most dramatic change was not looking straight at people. Maybe it was guilt.

It was definitely changing.

Even though I still spoke, I felt a lot of rough feelings about the way I treated them. I saw some kids talking to her this morning who noticed the slight change.

That was a good sign.

I realized what was wrong with me.

After more time, I thought I could get along well with the rest of the boys, not the old gang.

But...

If you fight with that broom now, the effort you've made will be a fog. Even the little ones who opened their minds a little bit ‘That's just like him.' I will turn back thinking. '

“W-what are you talking about? ”

“He had a good talk with the kids this morning. Smile well.”

“ ……. ”

“I don't think you're such a good guy. But that doesn't make him a very bad man. I think it can change enough. ”

It was an honest heart.

And...

The mind seems to have been conveyed to him somewhat.

Instead, he said, "Aho.” I sprayed my hands, shouting. The floor lets go because I didn't have the strength to run. It is the way to leave the broom on the floor of the classroom.

“Don't lecture me like an old man. It's annoying.”

“Yes, I'm sorry, I'm being sarcastic. ”

It is the way out of the classroom with a strap.

The floor.

“Let's get organized. ”

I grabbed the broom while grumbling.

I was about to rush out thinking about the kids who would be waiting outside, putting the broom in the cleaning box.

My phone cried.

I had a very ominous feeling that I did not open my 16-bit crying phone. While walking towards the school gate, I saw what I couldn't do.

“Floor.... ”

“Where are you going, brain man? ”

It was a mob and a mob that were dragged into the smiling hands with a gloomy face.

The floor couldn't have looked so demonic with a smile.

* * *

Fifth floor auditorium.

The floor smiles bitterly, looking at the other members already gathered.

“He's not answering his phone, is he? ”

A smile asks, shoulder to shoulder. The floor slightly avoided the stubborn gaze and replied.

“I have bad ears. ”

“Really? Do you want me to get you a cold one? ”

“I don't know about that. ”

“Take it well from now on, my phone. Okay?"

“Yes.”

It was a grimacing word like the devil's whisper.

Series of plays. A smile stands before him.

“How are you feeling? You're all frowning because you're so obstinate with your muscles. ”

Like frosting?

I did not choose the words well. Obviously.

“It's because I used my unused muscles. It means I'm not trained. ”

Unusual words and eyes.

The floor is troubled by whether it was a good choice to support the theater department at this moment. I entered with a light mind because it would be fun, but waiting there was the incarnation of determination.

A woman who has the determination to win the theater and Marley.

“It's training again today. I think I expected a lot from you. It frees the body first. It liberates damaged bodies with all kinds of gazes and bad postures. That's what I'm going to do to you first. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“The answer's getting smaller. ”

“No!! ”

“Good.”

The smile that I talked to changed my face color.

“But there's something I need to clear up first. ”

A smile that tears the members of the theater.

Then he said in a small voice.

“Let's distinguish between real and fake. It's a hard time practicing with real people. ”

It was the fiercest and sharpest smile I had ever seen.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.