My Dad Is Too Strong

Seomu()

A variety of general office work without any particular distinction. Or someone in charge of such a task.

Each room in the officialdom?Classifying or receiving documents, budgeting, with one person per department?An employee who is in charge of accounting, usually the youngest in a department.

"Um... ...senior. Which one do you want?"

This is a fairly large stationery store five minutes away from Seoul City Hall.

A female employee agonized over the box containing various kinds of mixed coffee.

A month ago.

The existing secretary, Lee Yeon-hee, takes paternity leave.

A new employee joined the crack management department after receiving a personnel appointment.

He was still very inexperienced in his work, so his senior, Dojun, was teaching me a lot of things. She was easily following Dojun.

"The manager and Hyuk-soo are mix coffee, and the three of you are black. Park Joo-yul, Cha Young-taek is a round glee...…."

Fourth month in the crack management department.

Dojun was now memorizing all the drink symbols of employees in the office.

Not long after I returned to Earth, I memorized it to adjust to my daily routine as soon as possible.

Now that habit has been cut off, I could naturally think of it.

"What about you? What do you like?"

"I don't care."

It really didn't matter.

Mix or black.

I was a good drinker.

If you have to choose one.

"Is it a dragon-stop?"'

Recalling memories of drinking frequently in the midfield.

Do-jun smiled.

***

Yong-yong's been having fun walking around downtown these days.

the dreary days of thousands of years in the nest

On that day, I thought that I wouldn't have thought of coming to Earth like this if I hadn't met Do-joon.

"Try a dart once and win a prize!"

There was a cell phone dealership on the street every 10 meters.

To attract customers to each other, it is basic to set up advertising balloons and to use various methods such as playing music loudly or dancing on the platform.

In the meantime, there was something that caught Yong-yong's eye.

It was a dart event.

There were a lot of people gathered as if they were quite popular.

Yong-yong walked among the crowd, pushing his head out and sticking out.

Yap!

An old man threw a dart on the spinning roulette.

When the staff supporting the event stops the roulette, the word "Queom" greets the uncle.

The uncle sighs back as if he was sorry.

"Well, is there anyone else who wants to try next?"

Yong-yong quickly popped out of the staff's words and shouted, jumping in place.

"Me!"

At the moment, people's attention is focused on Yong-yong.

A talking puppy!

No, it looked a little weird for a dog.

There were two white horns on the head, and tiny wings on the back were dainty on the back.

However, people soon accepted that it was.

A modern society where men and women of all ages have a status window, and among them special people have skills by doing something. There might be a dog that looks a little weird.

"Yes. What's your name?"

"Yong Yong..." Ah, no. It's

The staff wrote large Isaas on the list of participants.

Then I took a dart out of the barrel and handed it to Yong-yong.

"Yes. Monk Isaas. You only have one chance. Get ready."

The five letters on the original plate.

He decided to aim for the smallest of them, less than 2 centimeters wide.

It's hard to get the best prize for a game like this.

I don't know what kind of food 'glamping' is.

Anyway, it looks delicious, Yong-yong thought.

Parallac!

a fast-paced disc

Yongyong lifted the dart on his front foot.

At the moment, Yong-yong began to pass very slowly around him.

Yeah. Like a slow video.

It was the moment when the high-level magic of the nine circles, the time slip, was invoked.

Yap!

The original plate still spinning despite the darts stuck in it.

The staff stopped the disc to check the results.

His eyes dilated. Everyone watching was surprised.

"Chu, congratulations! First place. Glamping pass!"

The corners of Yong-yong's mouth went up as if it were ringing in his ears.

No, it went up.

......Mr. Man, what is this?

"What?"

Yong-yong looked up at the staff with a blank look at the two pieces of paper in his front feet.

The employee who bent his knees and adjusted Yong-yong's eye level answered with a grin.

"It's the first prize."

Swoosh.

Yongyong will do it again.

Make sure it's not food.

And. Yong-yong.

Looking up at the staff as if they don't understand.

mutter like a man who has lost his country

"Why aren't you giving me anything to eat?"

***

Seol Yoon-hee came back home after class.

She found a ticket on the table.

a ticket with a short inscription of 'natural glamping'

The deadline for use was written until this Sunday.

I'm sure it wasn't there until this morning...….

"Yong-yong, where did you get this?"

"I got it by darts.

Yong-yong, who was watching TV leaning against the sofa, answered indifferently.

Seol Yoon-hee tilted her head and looked at the back of the ticket.

Her pupils slightly dilated.

Free individual barbeque, free fishing grounds (non-fishing rod).

In addition, it said that barbecue meat and seafood are unlimited refills.

If you search on a portal site with a smartphone, the price of "natural glamping" per night is 250,000 won.

I should have come in fifth....... haha."

Yongyong was watching TV.

As if angry, he hit the sofa with his front paws and talked to himself.

The fifth prize for Darts was chocolate, but why stupidly chose first place.

Yongyong thought that first place would be delicious food of course.

"Yong-yong. So......... can I use this?"

"I'll give it to you. I don't need it.

"Why? Aren't you going?"

"What the..."

"They're giving you unlimited barbeque."

It was then.

Yong-yong's new model disappeared at the moment.

It appeared on Seol's shoulders.

And slowly read the glamping ticket she was holding, rolling her eyes.

Yong-yong, who confirmed the phrase "unlimited refill of meat and seafood," said, waving Seol Yoon-hee's shoulders.

"I'm coming, too! Take me with you! Besides, this is mine in the first place!

Seol Yoon-hee closed her eyes and smiled and hid her ticket behind her waist.

"Well, who's the dragon you gave me?"

"Oh, no. That's...….

"Well, if you really want, I can take you."

Please take me with you.

"What should I do?"

then

Something came into Seol's eye.

***

a towering figure

Do-joon, who returned home from work,

I walked into the living room and stopped walking.

a strange sight for the first time in one's life

".........."

Yongyong was supposed to be lying on the sofa watching TV.

Be thunderous.

Because he was mopping the floor in the living room.

"Have you been there?"

Seol Yoon-hee approached Do-jun with a smile.

Yong-yong finished mopping up to the corner of the living room and picked up a piece of paper on the living room table and handed it to Seol Yoon-hee.

As if to be proud, he patted Yong-yong's head and took the stamp out of his pocket and stamped it on paper.

[Great job]

Yong-yong, who received the stamp, smiled broadly.

Dojun turned his head towards Seol Yoonhee while watching the scene.

Seol Yoon-hee smiled awkwardly and explained the whole story.

Yong-yong, who belatedly realized that the barbecue was unlimited, is aiming to fill 10 "good job" stamps to catch up with him, getting a glamping ticket as a prize through a dart game, saying he didn't need it.

"Well, by the way, Dad, are you free this weekend?"

I was just asking if you had any business trips or other appointments.

Dojun nodded, recalling that he had no particular schedule.

Then Seol Yoon-hee's expression brightened to the fullest.

***

Glamping site located in Pocheon, Gyeonggi Province.

There was a valley and a reservoir right next to it, so it was quite crowded with people who came to play due to various merits such as playing in the water or fishing in the reservoir.

Even though it was a camping site, there was a shower room with a bathhouse and a snack bar, so there was no problem coming almost naked.

If you go into the assigned tent.

There was quite a large space, including TV, air conditioning, electric pad, etc.

There were even books to read when I opened the cabinet.

It would be nice to read a book lying on a hammock installed outside.

There's a second floor, too.

Yong-yong goes up the stairs, peeps out, and puts his head out.

On the second floor there was a bed and next to it there was a mood lamp.

There was only one thought that came to mind when I saw it.

Crack. It's smaller than my bed.

"My house" to Yongyong is.

not his own nest, which had already lived for thousands of years.

It was Changshin Villa No. 301, less than a few months old.

Meanwhile, Dojun went outside the tent and looked up at the sky.

Today, we concluded that UV rays are quite strong, so if you stay in the sun, your skin will quickly burn, and come back into the tent and take out the sunscreen.

"Carthiel. Can you come over here for a moment?"

"Yes. Master."

Carthiel, human-like and polymophistic, rushed at Dojun's call.

After taking off the straw hat she was wearing, Dojun squeezed the sunscreen and applied it evenly on her face, arms and legs.

"Thank you, Master."

"Yong..."

I tried to call Yongyong after applying sunscreen to Carthiel.

Yong-yong was already ripping off the disposable sunscreen pack.

Actually, I thought what good would it be for dragons to put on sunscreen?

Dojun decided not to think deeply.

Swoosh.

"Huh?"

Seol Yoon-hee sat in front of Do-jun.

When Dojun stared at her as if he didn't know the English,

"......yes?"

Seol Yoon-hee with a slightly perplexed expression.

After a while.

His face flushed to his ears, and he sprang up from his seat.

Without thinking about anything about her.

Without even thinking about it, Do-joon thought he would apply it for himself.

***

tap tap tap

After playing in the water and fishing.

It's finally dinner time.

Seafood cooked golden brown on a grill over charcoal.

The scallops and ki-jabs with butter spread out their mouths, and the king prawns were red.

"Ahhhhhhhh?"

Yong-yong stopped trying to put the clam in his mouth.

One cat looking this way with innocent eyes.

...yes, yes.

When he throws the clams, he runs and picks them up and eats them up.

All the cats that lived here were living by living or searching for jjambap with food from campers.

Ttuk.

Meanwhile, Seol Yoon-hee was working on peeling the shrimp.

And a minute later, the shrimp, with its skin peeled off nicely, came out white flesh.

Carefully took it to Dojun's mouth.

"Delicious."

"Would you like another peeling?"

"No. You and these guys should eat, too."

"I'll open your little master's for you."

"Then I'll have to peel the carciels for you."

Do-jun smiled and picked up the shrimp and began to peel it.

***

the mental system ().

A man watches the ranking board.

The name of the 63rd-ranked Vapula of Solomon's 72nd Devil is missing.

"......dead?"

To whom?