Poten

The sound of the rough breath of Hwang Ji-hoon and the smell of dust on the dirt floor of the playground penetrated Minho's senses. Minho had no time to watch for three minutes, so he dropped his watch on the ground and ran forward.

The moment Hwang Ji-hoon, who reached out to grab the ball and saw it, flashed in his head. The result is only his own defeat that has touched the ball. I saw a video of the ball digging into the goal.

Hwang Ji-hoon actually kicked the ball.

Minho slammed his head forward and stretched his arms high, gripping his teeth a little more than he had glimpsed.

Tongue!

A ball that bounces back into the palm of your hand. The ball that rolls around hit the goal column and was declared a corner kick.

Minho rushed into the dirt floor without thinking back.

“Ugh.”

When the shooting failed again, Hwang Ji-hoon, who was greatly distressed, resulted in Minho writhing.

“Are you all right?"

“Oh, I'm fine. ”

Minho woke up from the ground up.

“I stopped it! ”

“Oh, I thought you were watching a professional game. ”

Three-class players cheering for the super save. Even Jinkyu, who was grumbling the whole time, lifted her hands as she mumbled, "Awesome."

Minho shook his head, looking at the palms of his left hand, until he reached the bottom with his watch spread out.

Is this really how you want to play half a game? ’

After focusing on the game, I wasted all my ability to mobilize for a short while. However, I felt proud to face the three class players who still like it, so Minho pushed the dirt and prepared for corner kicking.

“It's not over yet! ”

A cool rising soccer ball touched the sky in high and blue October and fell to the floor.

After the game, break time.

Minho lay on the playground stand, soaking his head in water at the edge of the tap.

The result of the anti-soccer match is 1: 0.

A miraculous luck in which the ball was thrown together into the goal while showing the struggle between Yanseoho and the front. With that, ice cream is determined to be the life of first class actors.

A third class student approached.

“Minho! What would you like to taste? ”

“Oh, I'm good. ”

Minho, one of the main players of victory, didn't even feel the urge to take a sip of water and put ice cream on his mouth. Jinkyu, who had been running constantly for 30 minutes, was also limping beside Minho.

“What would you like to taste? ”

“Never mind. ”

Jinkyu, who had been doing hand debt for a while, looked at Minho's gymnastics clothes with clear signs of fighting.

“Football was fun for a while. ”

“I see.”

“You know I won, right? Or we're even. ”

“Yes, yes. ”

“Well, if you weren't the Keeper, I would have used it on Hwang Ji-hoon. I need to work out. Here. It's still twenty-four years old, and I'm twenty-one years old. ”

Minho nods so that he doesn't think anything and feels tired all over. Then I suddenly remembered what I was thinking before the match.

“That's right, Jinkyu. ”

“Why?”

“A special performance after the simulation tomorrow. I wish there was a transfer, but is that possible? ”

“I used to play with a band from school when I went to my school. The school band is usually on a special opening stage. ”

“Oh, really? ”

I saw Yoon Yi-sun walking in after accepting the ice cream. Minho got up on the stand with a groaning.

“Lee Seol!”

Yoon Iseol, who was fond of lulullaby, ran to tear up the ice cream cone on Minho's call.

“Yes, brother. ”

“When you were in school.... ”

It may not have been buried on purpose, but the ice cream on Yoon Yi Seol's nose was foaming like a bubble and felt very cute, in line with her cheesy expression. Enough to shake Minho's heart.

Minho raised his hand because he thought that if Yoon Lee Seol continued to wander around the school, he might terrorize the hearts of male students. I wiped the nostrils of her eyes, "Why?" Then she smiles, noticing what was buried.

He said, "I'm filming, but I think I'm getting a little bit of a beating. ”

“It's okay, but he was in the band when you went to school, right? ”

“Yes, they are flowers. Did you see the people you greeted at lunch? ”

“Okay, let's play with those flowers tomorrow. ”

“The show?”

Minho explained the history of tomorrow's work that he had learned from Jinkyu. Yoon Lee Seol nodded his head and clapped his hands.

“Speaking of which, the new drum is still young and in training. Now you're practicing eight bits. Do you know how to play drums? ”

Minho shakes his head. Right now all he can deal with is Yoon Iseol's harmonica and the guitar of ideals.

“Can't the Universe play drums? ”

Jinkyu who got up on the stand was a horse.

“I know a little. In hip-hop cinema, beating is the best, so in the royal year... ”

Minho flicked his fingers before finishing his sentence.

“Okay, Jinkyu. You drum!”

“I haven't done it yet. ”

Minho, who was watching the sharp ricochet crease that would do it if he kept tightening, grabbed the thin sleeves of his ice cream again.

“Lee Seol, wait a minute. ”

“Oh, the car. I asked.”

Minho immediately whispered to Yoon Iseol. The importance of tomorrow's performance. If you are a newcomer or a newcomer, you have insisted that you need points of interest. Yoon Iseol, who had heard for a long time, nodded his head and approached Jinkyu.

“Jinkyu, can you help me just once? ”

She held her hands together, forgetting that she had ice cream on her nose. I felt that Jinkyu was becoming more and more unarmed without helping her.

“Can't I? ”

Jinkyu nodded, mumbling, "Kang Min-ho, you evil bastard."

Sixth period, art.

Just before class, Jinkyu who witnessed that Minho's brushwork was not unusual.

“Do you draw well? ”

“I did a little oriental-style watercolors as a hobby. ”

“It's worth a look at art time. I like painting, too. ”

Asked similar questions every hour, but unlike denials, Minho was overconfident, so Jinkyu was a little tense.

Glug.

The art teacher entered the classroom with the Agrippa sculpture on the table.

“This time, I'll draw freely instead of trying to ‘understand the drawing.’ ”

Jinkyu decided to draw a better painting than his rival Minho.

However…….

The rival blushes suddenly during class and drops the brush.

Jinkyu asked.

“What's the matter? ”

“It's nothing. ”

His face turned red even after looking at Minho's picture across the canvas.

A woman who had made a peaceful correction was walking. Wearing a slender bikini. The fantastic lines and facial shapes of the body resemble Europe's best supermodels, often seen in fashion magazines.

“Hey, isn't this slander? ”

“Shh.”

I was surprised at Minho's actions in a paintbrush of gray paint.

“Why don't you just coat it up? Too bad.”

“When it becomes public, the children can't sleep here. ”

Minho crossed the line and erased the model, leaving only a peaceful correction on the canvas.

As a result, Jinkyu's painting was rated higher because it became a boring picture, but Jinkyu reminded me of the closed breasts of the model that Minho had erased until the end of the class, and he had to mutter without rest.

7th period, language.

Hong Do-Seop stood in front of the classroom in the second grade. When he opened the door at 3 pm, he was surprised as soon as he opened the door, thinking everyone would be sleepy and cold.

“It is inefficient to study until the time I make you rest. If you don't have a habit of focusing and finishing, staying in the reading room until 1: 00 in the morning won't help you much. ”

“Yurimental, who loses the world when he loses the game. This is not good. Hyo-Soo, is that you? I thought so. Oh, he's also KG's pro-gamer. ”

“If you go to school with a guitar, you must have caught it at the entrance. Pick a song and go. So he let me pass after I sang. Maybe he's been confident ever since he was on the street. ”

Hong Do-sub smiled brightly as he saw the children and the transfer students who were engaged in the conversation so much that he couldn't even feel them coming in through the door. There can be no stimulant more vivid than a friend who can tell you what he or she has and feels in a completely different world.

“Here comes the teacher! ”

The captain shouts, and the three crowds that were gathering move to their seats. After a loud commotion, Red Dope opened his mouth in front of the table.

“I was trying to do something fun instead of losing my virginity, but they all look so lively. Chief, where were we last? ”

“Do something fun! ”

“Yes, sir! Fun! Fun! ”

All the classmates shouted in one voice. Minho felt that the atmosphere was more relaxing than the other teachers because of the meeting of this class, and together he said, "Fun!” I cried.

Hong Do-sub said with a smile on his face.

“About the last book on campus. While judging, the principal was surprised. ”

“Because you can't use it? ”

“Second of all, language use is very serious. Guys, I'm a language teacher, and I don't want to use any of the lighter terminology on the Internet. Where did" Headmaster Sass "come from? I'm so embarrassed. ”

At the words of Hong Do-Seop, all the students burst into laughter.

“In that sense. This time I'm going to do a very interesting spelling test. ”

After doing something interesting, all the students who did not know that they were finally caught in the test sent a tantrum.

“If you succeed, I'll let you sleep right away. If it fails, I do the grammatical paragraph handwriting homework. No negotiations. Three men each. ”

I stood in front of the chalkboard one after the first group of students.

“Don't kern the person next to you. If you get caught, you will be disqualified immediately. ”

The first word Hong Do-sub said was "ridiculous." A student who started writing on the blackboard thought about "Hey" and "Ew", and laughed everywhere.

“Heo Joon is the fisherman. Don't you know this is easy? ”

Hong Do-sub sighed and wrote the name of the wrong person on the corner of the chalkboard.

“I have a weak spelling. ”

Min-ho nods at Jinkyu's worrying tone. For generations familiar with Internet language, spelling was as profound as English grammar.

“Matching"? Dinner, Inoma! ”

“It was a joke, sir. ”

The student named Kyung Kyung Kyung quickly erased one letter and wrote "Matching" on the blackboard.

“Oh, my God. It's a total mess.”

Minho and Jinkyu were sitting at the back of the first minute.

“‘Airport failure.’ Hyo-Soo. You just get down. ”

“Stop, sir. ”

“'Go to work, bow down?’ Let's go. ”

“Hehe.”

“‘Dementia?’ Lie down next to Hyosoo. ”

“I'll use it again! ”

In a laughing classroom. Soon, Minho and Jinkyu's turn came.

“Now, what are you two transfer students going to do? ”

Hong Do-sub smiled and said the word ’no'. Minho was a little worried about 'Be’ and ‘Be’, but he thought it was easy, so he wrote it down on the chalkboard.

“Minho passed. Jinkyu..." No "? ”

Red Dot soup like a carcinogen and nail polish that scratches the head. The classroom became a laughingstock.

Minho sat down with her permission to sleep and found Jinkyu smiling in repentance. Minho smiled strangely at me.

“Now we're all smiling together because we're more sensibly wrong than we are guessing. ”

“Who are you beating? ”

“Phew.”

Jinkyu, however, was pleased that he was noticed this time. Looking forward to watching the broadcast. However, as the test continued, something went wrong that missed Jinkyu's expectations.

The sophomore year was more than I could have imagined. When "I hope for boxing" and "hit-and-run hand accidents" followed by "saving my heart," Jinkyu's "no," like when did it, even the second one disappeared.

Cleaning time.

When I pushed the desk to one side, it looked strangely wide in the classroom that was full the whole time. Minho swept down the top of the blackboard with a dustpan, and his gaze stayed on the Red Do-sub who was guiding the cleaning.

The last seven teachings before and after school activities were enjoyable all the time. I realized that Hong Do-Seop deliberately made an interesting situation by passing the test while cleaning up the chalkboard and touching his favorites.

‘This chalk plug. I keep missing you. ’

It was clear what this feeling felt like every time I touched the affections of Hong Do-sub.

The fact that this time with my friends next door is a precious time to never come back to life. I don't know at the time. Knowing that means you're an adult.

Hong Do-Seop wanted to show as many things as possible to students standing at the junction of the child and adult. Minho, who was assimilated, was chatting with half the children, raising his voice every break of the day.

‘It's too bad. ’

Minho was overwhelmed with feeling like he had to do something. As soon as he finished cleaning, he went to Thousand PD.

“I'll consider it, but I'm not sure I can find it. ”

“Please. ”

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This episode, on the other hand, I'll finish it on Sunday night!