My Dad Is Too Strong

Saturday is a really good day.

Office workers are tired from working for a week.

I was able to solve it by getting a good night's sleep all at once.

But this was not the case for today's Dojun.

Actually, I didn't oversleep normally, but I got up earlier than on weekdays.

The reason was to participate in the study group that my intern friend suggested last time.

[Notification]

Please gather at the banquet hall by 10 a.m. on Saturday.

A group chat room with a total of 15 interns including himself.

This messenger app called 'Talk' was unfamiliar at first, but now I'm quite used to using it. The number of friends also exceeded 55.

It was largely due to the addition of all intern colleagues in the group room as friends.

Compared to when I first came to Earth, I didn't have a list of five friends.

I couldn't help but call it a great development.

Dojun felt good because he seemed to be melting into life on Earth more and more naturally.

Shoot.

After taking a shower.

Seol Yoon-hee wore a long-sleeved shirt carefully ironed.

The hot summer weather began to come.

It was a long time ago that the temperature affected the body.

If you look at him in a full-body mirror in a square suit.

I could see a man in his mid- to late 20s standing as an example of an office worker.

"Master."

"Huh?"

Yong-yong usually wakes up after 10 a.m.

Somehow I woke up even though it wasn't 9 o'clock.

No, actually Yong-yong got up earlier than usual on weekends.

Are you going to work?

"Yes. I'm supposed to study with my classmates today."

Usually, Dojun does not go to work on weekends.

Instead, most of them went to the center or to go out.

Yong-yong crawled back into bed with a disappointed look on his face.

"When you come..." Melon...."

Do-jun smiled and went outside.

***

a banquet hall

A kind of study room built for Hunter's management staff.

Employees could use the banquet hall whenever they needed it during business hours.

Sometimes when there was a shortage of conference rooms, we rented this place and had meetings.

Today, few employees came to work, and since it was a morning-time interview, the banquet hall was vacant.

Dojun was waiting for the elevator to go to the banquet hall on the 7th floor.

Thing.

After a while, the elevator on the 13th floor stopped on the 1st floor.

A high-speed elevator that is much faster than an elevator in a typical building.

When the door opened, I saw a middle-aged man in his 50s who had his bangs turned back with pomade.

The middle-aged man looked slightly surprised when he found Do-jun.

"Oh, hello."

The middle-aged man seemed to know Dojun.

Dojun remembered a middle-aged man.

He smiled and pretended to know as if he remembered soon.

"You're Park Jung-ryul, aren't you?"

"Yes! It's an honor to remember."

"No, you must have come to work today."

"I stopped by to pick up something. But... you're...…."

Why did Do-jun visit Hunter Management Office early in the morning?

Dojun showed Park Jung-ryul his internship card on his neck.

"Hey, intern... ...?"

"I've heard that crack management officials must complete the transfer."

"Oh! I see. I didn't know. But today is Saturday...…."

"I stopped by today to study with my intern colleagues."

Park Jung-ryul opened his mouth.

Soon, he bowed down and said,

"I hope you'll be comfortable during the period."

"You don't have to be so polite now that I'm your subordinate."

"Oh, how could you? Anyway, if you need anything, please feel free to tell me."

Dojun nodded.

I climbed onto the elevator.

***

Meanwhile

There was a man watching two people in the corner.

a hundred interns in the planning office of the Hunter Administration Bureau

The company that created the intern group chat room and hosted the study meeting.

"......my, what have I seen now?"

Did he see it as nothing?

I can't believe the planning director of the Hunter Management Bureau is bowing down to an intern.

It was ridiculous, and it wasn't supposed to be.

Swoosh.

When I try to look at it again by putting my head out.

"Huck."

Park Jung-ryul, who was walking out of the lobby, met eyes in front of his nose.

One hundred people shouted, bending their backs as their heads hit the ground.

"Hello!"

Park Jung-ryul looked up and down at 100 people.

He saw his intern employee card hanging around his neck.

He raised his hand as if he wasn't interested.

I walked out leisurely.

Really

It was a stark difference in temperature.

***

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.…."

Byul looks like she's about to cry.

He was writing down consonants and vowels with a pencil.

a Korean book for infants called

Yong-yong was helping Byul study Hangul next to him.

But there was a problem.

It's a little hard.

Yong-yong's level of helping with his studies.

The level of a star or a doggy.

Moreover, Yong-yong's handwriting was so bad that it was hard for Byul to recognize it.

"Yi yi yi yi....Is it similar to rice Lee?"

The star tilted his head and muttered.

Yong-yong, whose pride was hurt, shook his front feet holding a pencil.

It's going to be more than a truck as big as the Korean jjambap.

It was disgraceful to show clumsy appearance to Byul, a trainee.

Cook.

Carthiel turning his face and whining.

Yong-yong, who was watching with a serious look on his face, bobbed his front feet.

"Turn your head around.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. Monk Isa...Ha, but....... Phew."

Yong-yong's face turned red because he was embarrassed.

Otherwise, the red skin became completely red.

Byul, who didn't understand the situation between the two, tilted her head.

***

Hour look.

A planning office located on the 9th floor of Hunter Management Bureau.

Two men were drinking coffee in the kitchen attached to the office.

Kim Cheol-soo and 100 interns have joined the company for the fourth year.

There was a USB on the table in front of them.

One hundred people bowed their heads and thanked them before taking the USB into their pockets.

"Hey, I'm just taking care of you behind the others' backs."

"Thank you, brother."

"What about you? You call me deputy here."

It has so far been submitted in connection with the planning office's work.

These were the project report materials of the intern who was evaluated.

The two were seniors and juniors in the business administration department of S University, and they were already familiar with each other.

The so-called "line riding" of school ties, blood ties and delays was being mentioned throughout the company's education hours, but it was natural that they did not disappear easily.

"By the way, you know Lee Do-joon. Why the public servant who came from working at City Hall."

"Lee... ...Ah, the one Du-hwi praised for being good at work?"

Kim Doo-hwi and Kim Chul-soo, who are like Dojun's shooters, were in sync.

"Yes, but do you know what I saw this morning?"

"What is it?"

Park Jung-ryul, director of planning......... you were so polite to Lee Do-joon......... No, does it make sense to bow down to an intern?"

After hearing that, Kim Chul-soo said,

He laughed as if dumbfounded.

"What kind of man is he? You must have been mistaken."

"I saw it with my own eyes. I treated him like a boss."

Hour look.

After Kim Chul-soo finished his coffee.

After crumpling a paper cup, throwing it into the trash can, and putting it in the net.

I stood up and said,

"Don't talk nonsense. If you have time for that, just fill out a PPT. All the kids I've seen this year are the best. I don't know if you fall off guard."

After saying that.

Kim Chul-soo went back to his office.

A hundred people left alone muttered.

"I've seen it for real....... ha."

***

Most of the interns were already gathered in the banquet hall.

Each of them brought their own laptop and took a seat and knocked on the keyboard.

Since each other is conscious of being rivals here, they sat down at least one space each.

Nevertheless, when people go to the bathroom, or go to the bathroom for coffee, they don't forget to roll their eyes and peek at their competitors' PPT screens.

In fact, it didn't mean much to peek at it like this.

What others wrote was writing down new business projects related to the work of each team or department, so there was virtually no overlap.

'You have to stand out to succeed.'

Most of them were the ideas that interns had.

Each of them was writing a plan with what they thought was fresh and profitable, and was grinding their souls to create a more colorful, more professional feeling to make it stand out in the eyes of the examiners.

'Let's take a peek at how this guy is doing.'

A hundred people stretched out and approached Do-jun.

Unlike others, Do-joon has been sitting down and paying attention to his PPT. I sneak a peek at what kind of ideas they might have come up with.

'What the hell is this?

A plain PPT that is monotonous.

As Do-jun also worked for the crack management team 1, he seemed to be writing down the appropriate content. But it was creating a little different feeling from other interns.

It didn't seem to be suggesting a new business.

You don't have to worry.'

Maybe it's because I came back from working in public office.

There was no tension at all in Dojun's PPT.

No, come to think of it, I guess I didn't have to pay attention in the first place.

Crack management or whatever. Civil servants.

There seemed to be no fierceness in the public sector, given the inertia of officialdom.

Hunter Management was a construction company.

It was hard enough to say that we had to work several times harder to survive than so many other big companies. Nevertheless, several times as much annual salary as any other conglomerate has led to the Gospecs applying to the management office.

I was nervous to hear that you were good at your job....... well, not much.'

***

Dojun didn't get home until 4 p.m.

After having lunch with his intern colleagues and revising the report a little more, time flew by. There were a lot of interns who stayed in the management office and worked on the PPT a little bit more.

I wanted to have dinner at home with my family, so I came home early.

"Isaas, 55 points. Byul got 80 points."

"Chae, are you sure you've scored correctly? What's wrong with my score?

"I've checked it twice and it's the same."

"Bam Lee won?"

children huddled together on the floor of the living room

Dojun handed over the melon ice cream he bought from the supermarket to Seol Yoon-hee and asked.

"What are you doing?"

Seol Yoon-hee said with a foot and a smile.

"I'm practicing dictation. She's helping the kids with their studies..."

"Carsiel?"

"Yes, I didn't know, but Ciel can speak some Korean."

Dodo.

Moon Byul runs to find Dojun.

Dojun lifted the star up and held it in his arms.

Star smiles.

"Ap Bar. Rice Lee has won."

Do-jun smiled.

***

A few days later.

The results of the screening of the plans submitted by the interns came out.

It was divided into 4 axels in total, but when you open the tab.

One hundred people could find their names.

'Ha....... Excellent.'

It was okay, though.

Because you're in the top ranks if you get the best score in the evaluation.

Who's the best?'

The expressions of a hundred people who opened the accelerator hardened.