Life, Once Again!

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"It's hot."

He looked up at the sky and said that. The intense sunlight makes the shadow elongate. The color of the shadow is light gray. Even the shadows that need to be darkened look slightly whiter than the massive amount of light.

Some of them go to school in summer gym clothes. It is said to be an autonomous outfit, but not shorts, so it is a substitute for the gym clothes allowed by the school.

The floor was the same. Mid-July. The school a week ahead of summer vacation was like a steam bin. To some extent, even the student masters who sparkled on a rainy day and were distracted by the student body do not seem to be in the classroom with air conditioning today.

Thanks to this, the children who empowered their heads went to school singing nostrils.

“We have to take a vacation soon. ”

No matter what anyone says, the best event of my life as a student is vacation. I stopped my bike and hurried into school. I could barely sigh because of the cold energy in the hallway.

I opened the back door of the semi, flapping my head. The strong ceiling fan winds wash your face in the morning.

“Ha, I'll live. ”

I put down my bag and looked at the floor next to me. The crust hasn't arrived yet.

“It's really hot. ”

A man sitting in front of the first minute walks up and sits in a flat spot. The one who had lost weight gained weight again that day. Still, it doesn't feel as dull as before. It looks good.

“There's no fan in the front seat. ”

“Instead, there's a window. ”

“If I open the window, I'll just die in the hot wind. ”

A man who does debt with his mouth halfway open. Computers are drawn on plastic debts that round whether they were taken from an electronics store or not.

“Do you have another debt? ”

“No. Can I borrow it for a second? ”

The public pays debts. The floor shakes its head.

“Must be eating a lot of good stuff these days. ”

“Hahaha, I ate a lot. I just wanted to.”

“Eat enough. I like the way it looks now. ”

“Of course. If you want to exclude practicing again later.... ”

The man who told me so looked shy.

Practice. It's probably because of the word you've been using for a long time.

Queek, the back door opens with a creak. This is a puddle of sweat. The colony stood up smiling.

“That's a close save. ”

“Wow, I ran like Homesteel by Three Rouges. No, I definitely slept with the alarm yesterday, but when I woke up, it was 8: 00. I ate roughly breakfast, jumped on electricity, grabbed the bus and got off, and ran again. ”

A flutter sitting on a chair. People glamour at sweaty dodgers.

“Did you play?”

“I wasn't kidding yesterday. Right, Daemyung?”

Dojin looks at the people and says, The crowd nods with a joyful smile.

“I barely caught the boss I was waiting for. If you become regenerated because you're a very popular boss, you run like a dog. ”

“I was really lucky yesterday. Dojin found it first so he could catch it. ”

It was then that half the children came this way. Looks like they all played the same game yesterday.

I smiled at the floor as if it were normal.

“But I was a beggar. ”

“Oh. I used a lot of potions to catch that. ”

“I mean, it sucks. ”

“But he gave me a lot of money. Let's go again next time. ”

It looks like you caught a powerful monster, but didn't have any income. The children continued to capture yesterday's unfortunate moment in their mouths as they vowed to:

“The floor, you come with me at dawn. ”

Dojin said.

I've been asked to do it for a long time. If it had been the same, I would have been excited to play since the Games Open Beta. I still have time to level up, but it was hard to keep up with the kids' level-up speed for about an hour a day. Eventually, other friends moved the hunting grounds, with the exception of the floorboards.

“I hate RPGs because they have to do too much nogada. I'll just do it a little when I'm bored. ”

“Phew. My brother raised me. ”

“You can do it later. ”

Kids giggle, giggle.

The floor peers back at the crowd. Now this conversation, this atmosphere became everyday for both of them. Just a month ago, I picked up a script and mumbled.

“What are you thinking? ”

Dojin waves his hands in front of him.

The floor cleared its mind in an unconscious way.

“Are you just going to keep reading your plays? ”

The two friends who enjoyed talking about the game a little while ago said so. I wanted to miss the floor. It's been a month, but that day's complicated feelings have not been cleared up.

It was the colonel who broke the brief silence.

“I'm deciding whether to participate in the Juvenile Show at Kwangho University. ”

“Still?”

“Huh."

“Is it because of the stones? ”

“ ……. ”

It's quiet again. It was a class to remind me of the beginning of the first lesson. The colony smiles and returns to its place.

The floor sees a surge. Dojin smiles and pulls the candy out of his pocket.

“Do you want some?”

“Give me one. ”

“Here.”

It was a mouthful of candy like nothing else to say. The floor looked at two friends alternately. A month ago, there was a Southern District Qualification. The two minds seemed to still be there.

A month ago, after the performance, I went to the waiting room to encourage the children, and I saw the rooftops sitting on the wall and the men staring at him.

“If it wasn't for her. If it wasn't for him, the judges... ”

Recent stones didn't lift their heads. I was just repeating the same thing. The faces of the children looking at such cornerstones seemed to require an explanation rather than being angry.

You wouldn't understand. It was because I made a series of stupid mistakes that played a better role than anyone else.

That day, the theater department scattered horns. A smile didn't bring the children together. Meeting on a day like today would be too much for him. That's what the smile said.

The next day, the members gathered in the theater room. Everyone tried so hard to make a bright face, and encouraged each other to do better next time. But why are you still staring at me? There was a question.

The mistake of the stones must have been such a shock to the deputies.

Nothing has changed since then. We didn't even announce the results, so we spent a week with each other in silence. And the day of the results announcement. The deputies are back together in the studio.

The announcement was premature. He had a good experience this time, and said it was better the next time, and announced that the Cheongcheon Theatre Department had fallen from the regime.

At that moment, I burst into tears. He said he was sorry, crying. Then the colony cried. Yoorim, who seemed to be surprisingly cold, cried.

Eleven of them gathered round to read each other.

I regret the consequences of my failing efforts.

The floor is not sandwiched between them. I watched one step apart. It's because they spent three months together that they could cry together. He didn't deserve to cry together or be angry together.

Junghyuk said, "Let's stay awake and practice as we have a college play, although it's a shame that we missed the youth play."

College play at a time similar to the National Youth Theatre Festival. Although unparalleled in scale, there was only one metropolitan theater at that time.

So some people called the college play festival "The Festival of the Fallen."

While everyone was nodding at the words of the Middle Ages, the floor could hear the slightest murmur. If it weren't for him, he would have repeated the same thing. It was a small speech, so I didn't seem to hear it except on the floor. At that moment, the gaze of the floor and the cornerstone met, and the cornerstone lowered its head in surprise like a man caught in fire. The sigh that came after saying sorry. Perhaps that was the purpose of the stone. If you looked a little deeper, you could see inside the stone, but since then, you haven't raised your head.

Afterwards, the plays that had gathered in the auditorium on the fifth floor disappeared during the day and night. Like the rest of the group, they only gathered for the full and half-day Saturday. The work for the university play was a ‘cozy dining table’, so there was no need to practice.

There was one more change.

I didn't get a smile.

Maybe it was natural. She was teaching volunteer-level lessons for a national youth theater festival.

- There's a piece coming in this time. I wasn't going to, but now I have more time.

That's what the smile said. I could read from her face that she said, "It can't be helped." She is also the one who loves Cheongcheon more than anyone else. The dismissal of the preliminary round should have been as hard for her as it was for the deputies.

When I thought about it, the front door opened and the digital logic teacher came in. The teacher in his mid-50s in a brown vest said as soon as he came in, “Open the book.” I said.

First of all, it's class.

It was a floor that took the book out of the desk.

* * *

It's lunchtime. There would have been a full-blown battle on the front lines, but everyone's walking past them today. because it was hot.

“It's so hot. ”

“Really……. ”

“It gets hotter when it's hot. It's refreshing.”

"You sound like my dad."

"Adults don't talk nonsense."

Even the floor that says that is hot is pouring with debt. The lunch menu was not good at the same time as the season when I lost my appetite. As I got younger, I also preferred meat to vegetables. Today's menu was a vegetable party.

“Stir-fried potatoes, smoked rice, trade calls? ”

“Pass.”

“Me too, Pass. ”

This school's lunch was decent, but it's hard to wrap as much as fried potatoes. You can taste the crispy, sour potatoes as if they were undercooked on a stir-fried topic. It's a winning and terrible menu.

“Huh."

A few moments ahead of you raises your finger in a low voice. There is a stone at the tip of his finger. I look like I'm hanging out with my classmates and going to the restaurant. After that, I see Yurim and Soyeon.

“I didn't get a good look at you. Why do I feel distant from those three? ”

Dojin opened his eyes and said. The floor also thought similar to a dojo. Back in the day, the three of them gathered together and went to the restaurant. I didn't look too bored when I saw three people gathering in a long line of lunches.

However, the three people I saw today seemed awkward. Yurim and Soyeon still seem to be close. But there was definitely an awkward stream of air.

The dodge immediately popped out. Suddenly there is a wave between the forest and Soyeon, interfering with the design and gap. It is good to have one attachment.

Wave your hands, pointing to the other side of the road. Wave your hands to Soyeon, Yurim and this side.

“Let's go.”

“Huh."

The floor and the colony walk to you.

“It's fries today. ”

“Soyeon, can't you eat mine? ”

“I like what I eat, but I don't like it. I hate it.”

This is also about fried potatoes. Talks like that that can come and go among close friends. The floor sees a slight lead stone. I see this side of the stone that was giggling in harmony with the design and boys.

Eye to eye.

The floor raises its right hand.

Raise your right hand, hesitating.

As it turns out, it's not what it looks like. The cornerstone of the theater was quite a smile. I'm not talking more, but I'm more chatty than when I was in the auditorium. But look at the state of it. He doesn't know what to do like a sinful child.

The floor saw Yurim and Soyeon. The two women also smile shyly to see if they are conscious of the cornerstone.

I have a sense of distance.

That's a pretty deep, wide street.

“Did you guys fight? ”

The floor asked me first. Though I didn't think it was a prying point, this crack didn't look suspicious, so I talked to him.

Then the two girls shake their heads violently. Especially as Yurim shows that he is never on the side, he stirs his hair so much that it flies.

“Nothing, nothing. ”

Yurim grabbed hold of the phone as if it was crushing.

I can't believe you just said that.

But it wasn't a big deal, so I decided to head to the mess hall first. I asked him a small question walking side-by-side.

“You think there's something there? ”

“Let's just be quiet for a second. The parties will take care of it. ”

“Hmm."

The floor looked at the leading stone. His smile doesn't look as comfortable next to him.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

It's getting colder.

It reminds me of Sundae rice.

If I'm stuck in a chopped soup, yaaa.