Life, Once Again!

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“Five o'clock. ”

“I see.”

The floor sees her carving an apple next to her. I'm tightening my eyes and carefully moving the transection, and frankly, the flesh is being cut off rather than the skin.

“Hard.”

After she breathes out the shredded apple. Rough. The floor is smiling small, looking at an angled apple like a carved stone. She inflates the ball.

“Don't smile. I worked hard. ”

She puts a tray and apple on her knees and cuts them to good size. I watched quietly because I thought it would be dangerous to talk to him.

Thoughtfully, her hands, which were sharing apples in the shape of a half-moon, shivered slightly and slipped aside. The apple on the tray leans up slightly into the air. Luckily, the balance is quick, so the apple doesn't fall to the floor.

“… ha, haha. ”

She was smiling beautifully.

“Give it to me."

“I'll do it. ”

“It's because I'm nervous. Give it to me."

I received a tray, a knife, and an apple. I casted a skill and apple peel that any man born in my household would be familiar with. As she turns and carves, she watches you, grumbling.

“Why are you so good at it? ”

“He's a man who's been cooking on trends. If you get married, I'll make you a good boil, but I don't know anything else. ”

“... you're crazy, really. ”

“You still don't say no? ”

“No. You got it? ”

It's a prank throwing, but it's also laying its own cornerstone. When you propose later, you'll be able to accept it without pressure. It's a long story, of course.

I cut the apple to good size and handed it over to her.

“Looks like it's a little late. Don't you have to go? ”

He's been by my side since this morning. Thank you and I want you to stay, but the sun is setting. It kept snowing there, so it seemed good to hurry.

“It's already dark. ”

“It's going to be hard to get on a bus because it's snowing a lot. Take a cab. ”

The floor reaches for the wallet. If you take a taxi from here to her house, it will cost you quite a bit. However, the floor's hand couldn't reach the wallet. She grabs your arm.

“I came here because I wanted to. ”

When she got there, she grabbed the scarf on the hanger. The floor nods with a smile. Good intentions cannot always be good. If my actions are a scratch on her pride, then I'm right to stop.

“Then next time you come, buy me something expensive. ”

“I don't have a stomach ache. I don't want to kill you. Just eat the fruit. And...... it's going to take a long time to finish this, so don't even think about eating anything else. ”

She looks at the fruits piled up next to the bed and says, A fruit basket bursting out of the middle of a sweet fruit basket. I feel like there's an ostrich egg between the quail eggs.

A fruit basket given to me by my teacher.

“Take it. ”

“What are you talking about? It was a gift from me. You should be thankful. ”

“Just being here is enough. And if you keep it here, it's just gonna rot. If you throw away your food, you will be punished. ”

“Take it home. ”

“I don't like fruit at home. ”

The floor stands upright with its uninjured legs.

“Sit down.”

“I'll walk you down. ”

I put my crutch on one side and held a fruit basket in the other hand.

“That's fine. Leave it and eat it.”

“Go home and give it to your mother. You like pineapples and plums. I heard it right here. ”

“…… how did you know that? ”

“…… you told me that the last time. ”

“Me?”

“On the bus. You don't remember much about the passing tours. ”

“Is that so?"

“I told you.”

The floor lets out a sigh of relief and gives her a glance. It was time to go out the door with my crutches on the floor.

She takes it away like a fruit basket.

“It's heavy. I'll hold it till I get down. ”

“There you go. You look very nervous from behind. ”

It naturally clasps its arms to support it. Looking at her as she approaches, she shrugs and looks nervously.

“There's no soup when you're all better. ”

“Then I'll continue to be sick. ”

I took a step with a smile.

* * *

She came out to the stop and told the waving floor to get in quickly. Snow is pouring out. The rate of snow piling up on the white patient's clothing was no joke.

“I have a cold. ”

“It won't take this long. ”

“Then I sniff. ”

Here comes the bus. She pushes the back of the floor. After crossing the crosswalk, I kept an eye on this side of the floor. I think that's going to be snow.

I got on the bus and looked out the window. It was just a stepping floor. Why do I look so sad when I go inside on crutches?

[Take care of yourself. I'll come back later.]

I sat down with a text message.

“What am I going to say to my mom, anyway? ”

There is a large fruit basket next to her, crouching her chin.

* * *

‘It's cold.'

I want to clasp my arms, but I can't hold the center, so I decided to put them in my pocket. The hand holding the crutch is coming, but I don't know what to do. Think of it as a small sacrifice to walk.

I was going to take the elevator, but I decided to exercise. I jumped up the stairs lightly with one foot. I felt a little overwhelmed, but my body was hardened. Even when the clothes were wedged together during the day, I was able to use my strength and end up with this kind of wound. If it had been the body before his rebirth, it would have been sucked straight into the flames.

‘Well, if it was before the rebirth, it wouldn't have happened like this. ’

I came up to the fourth floor casually. There was little leg pain. I went into the room and lay down again in bed. Exercise is good, but it's also best to lie down.

I turned on the TV located in the corner of the left wall with a remote control. I have a room for four, so I can choose my own TV channel. This is a pretty good privilege.

I watched the news on the news channel South Korea is still noisy today because of special incidents. I put a pillow on my back and looked out the window. My eyes don't stop thinking. I don't think it's a problem that the roads break at dawn, but I can't even drive with snow piled up. In the news, there was a special report on the avalanche of colostrum. Meanwhile, the mansion was on fire, but I also heard that the fire truck didn't enter properly because of the snow. It's an unfortunate overlap of genius and talent.

“By the way.”

The floor folds its arms and thinks. The auditorium on the fifth floor is on fire. Not at all likely to be spontaneous combustion A smile said Bond tube was found. No one would throw a flammable object into a prop with a pile of wood and cloth, and that bond would never spontaneously ignite.

Then who set the fire?

Schools on vacation.

Some students said they were looking for a school for club activities, but on the fifth floor, there was no one but the theater department. Of course, there are many and a half on the fifth floor, so we cannot rule out the possibility that a person would hide in it and set it on fire.

‘No.'

The first thing to think about is motivation. Let's say someone set the fire. Then why did he yell?

The floor scratches its eyebrows. Many teachers don't like the theater department. But because I don't like it, is there anyone who can start a fire?

First and foremost, if you light a fire, the damage will be returned to the teachers. Schools are a safety sensitive institution. I get very tired when there is a fire. Maybe the reason the teachers hated the theater department in the first place was the fire.

“I'm not a teacher. ”

The easiest way to understand the nature of an event is to think about who benefits from it. Seeing the snow pouring out, the floor, which was deep in thought, sighed deeply.

“I haven't thought about it. ”

No one benefits from the theater fire.

So is it just a joke?

I don't think so.

The fire was clearly planned thoroughly. It was done by someone who knows what time the theater department gathers, what time it ends, and where the important items are collected.

First of all, it's time.

If you intend to light a fire, you can set it at a time when the theater department is not in school. However, the arsonist set fire to the marvelous timing, the day before the Preliminary War. Someone who knows the lines of the theater department.

Someone who knows the inside of the theater department and benefits from the fire. For a short while, another school theater department came to mind, but if there was a student who was so obsessed that he was determined to drop a school, he would have made a name for himself. Because, objectively, dominance hasn't been an achievement in theater for a long time.

“Ha. I don't think they called the police. ”

The school knows there's definitely a fire. But he would never try to make things big. A school with arsonists? Word gets around. If you don't, the director's sweating about the school violence, and the fire department blows up, the school image will run through the floor.

If the police don't intervene, catching the arsonist will be part of the school and the theater department. However, the school will most likely end in a fire caused by the negligence of the students, so it will only be theater to actually find the culprit.

'Not necessarily.'

Unless the school asks the theater department to take responsibility, this fire blanket will not be a problem. The theater department made it to the mainland safely, and the school doesn't want things to get bigger.

But what bothers me is whether it will end this once.

I don't know if it's profitable or just grudges, but if the fire doesn't end this once, things get messy. No, there could be damage to the theater in a different form than arson.

The incident is a level that can be overcome through the implicit agreement of the Ministry of Smiles, Theatre and School. The theater department will be penalized, but it will be tolerated. The fire wasn't that big. But what if this happens again in the future? No, what if there's a rich possibility of it happening?

Schools have two choices:

Call the police.

Or…….

'Eliminating the problem.'

If one of the simple administrative methods of bureaucrats has a problem, it is not to propose a solution to the problem, but to eliminate the problem itself.

If the school judges that there is a firefighter aiming for the theater, the school will catch the strands neatly disassembling the theater rather than using energy to catch the firefighter.

We have gymnastics in the auditorium on the fifth floor.

A business that has nothing to lose in school.

‘If only intentions could be known. ’

The unsub's motive.

Intent.

What you get out of this.

The floor grins bitterly and grabs a note and pen above the drawer. You place a hardcover book on your thigh and place a note on top of it.

“I hope not. ”

No matter how much I think about it, it doesn't look like an outsider. It's one of the people in school that day. It is reasonable to deduce that the person who was in school that day was the culprit unless he had set the fire and fled through the railing on the fifth floor.

‘God also gave me the ability to be ambiguous. ’

If I could see through their minds, I would go around the school looking for the culprit. But there are some limitations to peering at the mind. The fact that you have to look straight in the eye and the other person has to have an idea about a person. I can't read everyone's thoughts.

“They're not the ones I saw during the day. ”

Dash, colonel, smile. Isseth clearly looked me in the eye. The rising speech bubbles were all worries about the floor. If you're a firefighter, instead of thinking, "I failed because of him. I think it's going to come to mind.

So, except for three. The rest were so busy that they couldn't confirm.

It was time to write down the names and make a list.

“Wait a minute.”

The floor narrows its eyes.

“If I don't get this right, I'm going to look like a crow. ”

Obi-Irak.

I felt like it might go bad.

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It is the season of cherry blossoms.

I heard the bottom is already full.

Seoul has been a festival since April 10th!

The pink world will be here soon.

(__)

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